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a-rat-who-writes · 2 years ago

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Cove's Alphabet SFW

The safe-for-work version of Cove Holden's Alphabet is finally here! Enjoy my lovelies. (Took so much longer to write because it has over double the word count than the NSFW one <3) ALSO! This version is for all genders, so if you find something that is tailored specifically to a woman or male, lmk and I'll correct it :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Cove loves to hold your hand and do the little thumb thing where he rubs it against the side of your hand. He often holds your hand whenever you two are around each other, no matter the circumstance. You two are walking to a beach? He’ll hold your hand. He’s kissing you? He reaches for your hand. It’s a little intimate act that doesn’t make him embarrassed, and it means a lot to be able to stay within arms reach of you at all times. He also has a thing for placing his lips somewhere where you did or eating a portion of food where you also ate part of it. For example, if you two are out on a little date night and you both get different desserts, he will ask to try whatever dessert you’re eating only because he likes the idea of indirectly kissing like this. If you offer him any food, he will almost always put his mouth not directly, but on half of the area you already bit out of rather than on the opposite side of the food, like a sandwich.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You two met when you both were very young, obviously, and you two bonded more over how Cove didn’t know how to deal with his trauma with his family's divorce and moving to a new place. If we are sticking with this idea, he grew fond of you very quickly because you were the first person he met in Sunset Bird, and you always tried your best to include him in different activities or to spend one-on-one time with him to learn about his interests; he naturally also began doing that with you too! If we are wanting to be a bit annoying and say you two really became friends in step 2 or 3, he already knew you since he often saw you when he went to the beach and because you lived right across the street. He made small gestures like offering you a drink (A Caprisun or something) and you would accept it. Or.. he would ask you something about school since you two went to the same one, like: "MC, um… do you happen to know how to solve for x?" or "I’m stuck on my fourth quote. Can you help me find something to use? I looked so many times, but nothing fits with my topic sentence." Of course, you would always help him because you either had no clue yourself or because you were better at the subject he asked about, which allowed you two to bond more often. When helping him with something, he always got sidetracked by pointing something out about your room or telling you something that went on in his day and wanting your opinion about it. Regardless of when you both became friends, he always had little inside jokes with you, and you both often wore them out too quickly, or he would always tell you random facts he learned about the sea, like: "Did you know jellyfish are just floating blobs and they don’t think?" or: "The male seahorse actually gives birth instead of the female one, so do you think that means they still have the same lower regions like humans or do you think it’s swapped?" Regardless, there is always something stewing in Cove’s mind that he is more than happy to ask you about.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Cove is an absolute sucker for cuddling—just not in his bed. You two have cuddled on multiple occasions when you were both friends, such as when the two of you watched a movie together, he often sat next to you, and somehow you both ended up falling asleep, his head resting on yours. If the two of you are dating, he often gets too flustered to sleep next to you in his bed because he can get very flustered when being absolutely alone with you and in such intimate proximity. He often lets you cuddle him when the two of you are just relaxing at his house on a couch, or if he is exhausted from his work shift, he will make a beeline for your house after work and rest his head on your lap while mindlessly telling you about the random shenanigans of his work day. (Bonus points if you put Cove’s front hair into a ponytail or if you just thread your fingers through his hair, which often makes him blush due to how good it feels.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) At some point, he wouldn’t be against moving in regardless of you two being friends, dating, or engaged. He won’t ever tell you he is a bit of a messy person, and you will find out the exact day you move in that he is a little bit of a slob. He doesn’t leave random dishes around, but he has random shirts strewn across his room, and sometimes he’ll leave dishes unwashed for days, but he eventually gets to doing it. He also barely uses his closet. He often just picks out shirts and pants from the basket he threw them in after washing his clothes, rather than putting them away like a civil human being. (You’ll just have to deal with the sand problem because somehow, regardless of whether he was going swimming that day, he tracks sand into the main entryway.) He also cannot cook for shit, but he can prepare miscellaneous foods that his mom taught him to cook, like chicken or tacos. His cooking abilities are very limited, but if there is a food you really enjoy, he will take the time while you are out to figure out how to cook it and eventually master it and cook it for you one night to impress you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Cove would always try to fix any problems between you two, but if things just became too much to bear, i.e: you constantly cheating on him or you doing something he’s told you make him uncomfortable too many times, he will find a way regardless of what you did to be nice until the end. He would sit you down wherever you live and have a genuine calm conversation with you, and when it gets to the point where he has to say the five words (We need to break up), he begins to tear up himself. During the whole conversation, he will hold your hand to try and comfort you, but really, it’s him coming to terms that it will be the last time he will be doing something like that with you or whoever he is breaking up with. After the conversation is done, which probably takes an hour and a half because he often beats around the bush, he will leave and beat himself up for the next couple of days before he gets over it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Cove would definitely love to make you his wife/partner/husband at some point after you two are somewhat stable. Depending on when you propose to him or he proposes to you (If step 3), he prefers to stay engaged to you for a couple years before marrying you, then wait a little while longer before having kids. If you have issues or you just prefer not to be married, Cove totally understands, and he is willing to treat you like his forever partner, even if you both aren’t engaged. Ideally, Cove would like to marry you on the spot because you have such a chokehold on him, but, realistically, you two get married when you canonically would, so around 24. Regardless of when you get engaged, he will wait a couple years or whenever you are ready to settle down.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) More often than not, Cove is a gentle person over a rough one. Especially when the two of you are getting intimate, he will always stay really gentle—more so the first couple of times—but he will treat you with respect. Physically, he always tries to gently hold your hand or caress your cheek gently before you two kiss to make things not only more sensual but also more comfortable. Emotionally, he will often not directly address an issue between you two but instead hint at it, trying his best to not hurt your feelings, even if he is the one annoyed by whatever.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Cove loves hugs. He isn’t an overhugger, but he won’t ever turn you down if you ask for one. Especially if he is sad about something, he will cling to you like a sloth to a tree, crying into your shoulder, because we all know he is a bit of a crybaby. (In the best way possible, of course.) He often goes under rather than over, so he can hold your waist and put his face down on your shoulder. If you are sad and need a hug, he will always tightly hold you (especially if you have sensory issues) and keep you pressed against him while gently rubbing circles with his palm into your back. If you two are being intimate, the first thing he will do after you two finish is hug you tightly, even if it was a quickie and you needed to leave ASAP.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He didn’t want to spring the three words on you too quickly in case you weren’t comfortable with admitting that to him yourself, so he waited, but also because he was a little nervous himself to admit he had such strong feelings for you. After 1 to 3 months, he will accidentally let it slip once. The very first time he said it to you was when you two were having a mini movie night at his house and the two of you were cuddled up on one of the main floor's couches, sharing a fleece blanket. At some point during the movie, you two end up kissing, and after he pulls away he rubs your cheek with his thumb gently and looks into your eyes before whispering under his breath: "God, I love you so much…". Your eyes almost popped out of your head when he said that, and when the words processed in his head, his hand that caressed your cheek instantly went to his mouth. You look a bit anxious yourself, reassuring him that it was adorable (Bonus points if this is when you also tell him you love him for the first time). You put your hands on either side of his head, sitting on your knees now, and you tell him how you are so glad he told you, and it means so much to you that he was finally able to say it. This makes you wonder, though: how many times before did he think about saying I love you in his head but never verbally?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Cove is pretty good when it comes to jealousy, so he won’t ever get nervous when you have any guy or girl friends (Depending on your gender and your sexuality). He believes in loyalty and faith, so he puts his full trust in you, but when someone flirts with you and you play into it a little, whether you’re aware of it yourself or not, he will shift over to you and put a hand on your waist, or he will pull a: "How’re you feeling [insert pet name you enjoy], good, I hope?" and he gives you a kiss on the forehead. This is usually enough to shut whatever down, but if it isn't, he will begin glaring at whoever is flirting with you, and he will insert himself into whatever conversation, acting a bit passive-aggressive because whoever wasn’t taking the hint.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Usually, Cove gets nervous with PDA, so the kisses you share are often short and sweet, such as quick pecks on the lips or a few seconds, but he makes up for it by following up with a kiss on your cheek. When the two of you are alone, the kisses are usually more lengthy, and he likes giving you quiet praise after you two finish (exactly how he accidentally let ‘I love you’ slip because it was natural). He likes to be kissed anywhere, honestly. On his head, hand, arms, chest, stomach, and, if you’re feeling a bit risque, on his inner thighs. Every kiss you give him, he cherishes, regardless of the placement. He often likes to kiss your cheeks, forehead, and the back of your palm. If he is feeling a bit risque, then he likes to give you kisses on your ankles (Bonus points if you are wearing an anklet).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) You’d think he would get flustered around kids, but he is surprisingly good with them because Derek would sometimes bring Nico and Jorge over to Cove’s place, or Cove would go over to help watch them. Derek showed Cove the different tactics Nico often pulled to get his way, and he made sure to tell Cove all the important details about children, such as how to entertain them and what things to keep away from them. Cove can often handle children, even when they do gross things such as pick their noses or poop in their diapers, which he often takes care of himself, and if you two choose to have a child, he will be the primary one to take care of that. If you two have children or adopt, he is definitely the type to cry when you point out how old they're getting, even if they are 2.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Cove will often wake up a bit late, such as 10–11 am if he isn’t needed to go out anywhere, and he likes cuddling with you even while you both are awake in bed. He could spend a whole day just not getting out of bed and shifting positions with you in bed because he enjoys your warmth. If you are more of an early bird, he will often tighten his arms around your waist and keep you close to him, nuzzling his nose into the crease of your neck until you shake him off. If you two don’t spend the night together, you often go over to his house and wake him up by tugging at his hair, to which he will grab your hand and pull you closer to him if the two of you are dating. He won’t realize what he did at first, but when he does, he will get flustered and turn over, apologizing. He is slow to get out of bed and to brush his teeth, so his hair often goes unbrushed until after breakfast, unless you decide to brush it for him (Bonus points if you give him head kisses while you brush his hair).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) If you two are dating, he won’t bring up sleeping next to each other but instead ‘cuddle before you go home’. You don’t tell him, but you love it when he is so nervous about this because if he had just asked you directly, it wasn’t as if you’d turn him down anyway. He tries to stay up as late as you do, so if you go to sleep early, he will often watch a show or something while playing with your hair and giving you the occasional head kiss. He also loves nuzzling your nose when you’re sleepy, don’t ask him why, he just does. If you often stay up late, then he will try his best to stay by your side, whether he falls asleep in your bed or is sitting down beside your desk on the floor and falls asleep with his head against the seat of your chair. You will wake him up when you’re done, and he groggily gets up, clinging to you until you get in bed. Even if you need to change into pajamas, he will often just lend you his shirt, regardless of whether he has a spare, so you can lay down quicker with him. Or, if you need to brush your teeth, he will have his hands across your stomach and his head on top of yours / on your shoulder until you're done, and then he gets a little giddy when you tell him you’re done, laying down with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) You two were friends before you both began dating, so you already knew a lot about him. If you ask him anything, he doesn’t mind telling you (especially if you ask him when you’re making/getting him a gift, he’ll pretend he has no idea why you’re asking him the question just to see your happy face when you give it to him). He isn’t a closed-off person; instead, he is more of an open book, but he is a bit nervous to tell you about what he likes intimately (Canon), but he will tell you in a quiet voice. Don’t ask him to repeat what he likes in intimate scenarios after he tells you once or twice in the same conversation because he will get too flustered and shut down. It’s a bit of a turn-on for him when you know all the little things about him, so he often mentions if he likes something mid-conversation if you two are on the topic about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) He is a pretty patient guy. Obviously, if you don’t understand something he doesn’t mind re-explaining it to you, and he actually finds it funny if you need something repeated more than twice. He is also patient when you get ready for dates if you’re the type to take over an hour to get ready. He enjoys sitting in the bathroom with you and watching you put on makeup (If you put it on) or style your hair / put it up. (If you do.) If you two are meeting up for a date, then he will wait all day for you, but how could you ever leave him waiting?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) For Cove, it’s a mix of it all. There are weirdly specific things he memorizes about you, like if you don’t like a specific condiment or if you put your hair behind your ear / tie it up when you are looking down at something, but he can’t remember your favorite color some days. If you bring up a music artist you often listen to, he will silently remind himself to keep it in mind, and he will write it down on his phone’s notes app so he doesn’t forget. He won’t tell you, but it got to the point where his notes app had too long of a list, so he switched over to Google Docs, and he has over 3 pages worth of information about what you like/dislike and why. Things he specifically memorizes are physical stuff about you, like your favorite jewelry or how you like to dress. When the two of you go out and spend a day together or go on a date, he, for some reason, counts the number of different pieces of jewelry you wear (if you do), as if you’ll ask him at the end of the night.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Every day with you is something special to Cove, so it would be hard for Cove to choose a specific moment, but back when you two were younger (Step 2) and you two went on that road trip, he’s really fond of the entire trip because he not only enjoyed the get-together and mix of your families, but he also likes that you specifically wear anklets for him now on because that was when you first found out he liked them. Despite him hitting his head on the top of the RV, he finds it funny now, and he can make fun of his little self for how flustered he was. (Bonus points if you tell him he isn’t any different currently.) (Bonus bonus points if you do something that makes him extremely flustered to prove your point.)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Typically, Cove would prefer to handle things with words rather than physically needing to deal with someone, so if someone were to badger you or annoy you, he would put his arm in front of you and be straightforward with a stern voice. Cove believes you can handle yourself for the most part, but he will always step in if you give him a glance or if you seem overwhelmed by someone. Typically, when Cove talks about something important, he beats around the bush a bit, but he won’t ever stand for someone disrespecting you. He will make sure you feel safe, and after everything is dealt with, he'll give you many kisses.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Cove is definitely dedicated to any and all relationships he was/is in, so no matter what, he will remember your birthday, the time you two had your first date, and your anniversary, making sure to give you something or take you somewhere on that day. Just as it is important to you, it’s important to Cove to celebrate the days you both start a new beginning with each other, even if it’s a small step like when you two first kissed. (A little HC is that on your birthday he had a small gift he gave to you when the two of you were alone, and it was an anklet in your favorite color.) If there is something you typically need as an everyday thing, such as a hug, compliment, kiss, or even simple good morning/goodnight texts, Cove will make sure to pick up on those habits and do them as much as possible.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Canonically, Cove often wipes his hands on his shorts, so multiple of his shorts have tiny stains on them. Staying on the food topic, Cove definitely is also a bit of a messy eater, leaving crumbs around his lips and on his shorts/pants after a meal. (Bonus points if you wipe it off for him.) (Bonus, BONUS points if you wipe a condiment off the side of his mouth and then lick it off your finger.) Cove also gives off naive vibes, so if you lie about something such as, "Cove, did you know that if you sneeze with your eyes open, they’ll pop out of your head?" Cove at first didn’t believe you, but the more he thought about it, the more he freaked out about it, and he now makes sure to always close his eyes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) For the most part, Cove is pretty laid-back about his appearance, but he always makes sure he is wearing matching clothes. Somehow he never wears matching socks, but that’s beside the point. Something that he is a bit more strict about is his hair, though. He can spend roughly 10 minutes just trying to make his hair sweep around his cheeks properly because the night before he slept on it funny. He groans when it doesn’t look normal in the mirror after the first initial brushes, and then he increasingly feels the need to make it perfect before his dad or you usher him out of the bathroom.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Nope. Plain and simple, if he ever lost (as in died), he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever moved on from you, and he would spend the rest of his life indulging in the things you liked and weren’t able to do yet. On a less intense note, though, he doesn’t like to go more than a week without speaking to you, especially when he goes to visit his mom. As you are his childhood best friend, you are probably—no, definitely—the most important thing in his life, regardless of whether the two of you end up dating. He often spends a lot of his time just thinking about you, if not hanging out with or talking to you. He has a life outside of you with other friends and his parents, but a lot of his life is surrounded by you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way because you’ve made such an impact on him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Cove is the type to overload you with different memes and tiktoks. Even if the two of you are sitting next to each other, he will either text you a tiktok or send it to your account and watch your reaction. At the end of the day, if you don’t avidly keep up with his messages, you’ll end up with around 30 messages—if not more from Cove just consisting of tiktoks that are the ones that say ‘Us’ and then a picture, or a tiktok of a random fact if you are a girl, and ask "IS THIS TRUE???" and then send a tiktok of a girl peeling her skin off, explaining that she needs to shed her old skin on her period.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Canonically, Cove dislikes people who often push back plans or don’t follow through with them, such as pushing a date back multiple times because you wanted to hang out with your friends. He also dislikes people who won’t accept help and who are adamant about not accepting any sort of gift from him. He is the type to spoil his partner, and if you won’t accept any of his gifts, that will often put him down and make him uneasy. Something else that would irk Cove, since he is a bit of a messy person, is if his partner was someone super strict about cleaning or organization and pushed their rules onto him, he would be reluctant to date you, knowing his habits would make you frustrated and him too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Cove love, love, loves to cuddle when he finally gets comfortable sleeping in the same bed/area with you. He ideally likes to cuddle where the two of you are facing each other or where one of you has your head in the other's chest while holding each other. If he is having a rough day, he definitely sleeps on his stomach and tends to shift positions a lot at night. He also has a habit of quietly snoring if you two do a lot in the day or after the two of you were intimate. Don’t ask me why, but Cove definitely is a blanket hog, but after you wake him up to have him give you some of the blankets, he will sleepily and excessively apologize.

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jaennwrites · 3 years ago

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MW2 Headcanons!!

This is my first time ever doing headcanons so bear with me fr, I’m spoiling myself with this lowkey self insert but shoutout to all the “crazy” sleepers, we deserve it fr.

COD guys sleeping with their “crazy” sleeping S/O

cw: completely sfw, fluff, big strong killing men being soft for their s/o, gender neutral :) characters included: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Captain John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Phillip Graves (I can fix him fr)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: ⋰ The first time you and Ghost slept in the same bed, you woke him up with the “insane” (his description) amount that you were moving. ⋰ He genuinely woke up in a panic thinking you were being attacked or something. ⋰ When he comes home to you sleeping already, it’s a process of gently reorganizing your sprawled limbs as to not wake you from what he was sure was a great sleep. ⋰ The times you two get the chance to actually lay in bed together before you fall asleep; Ghost will wrap his arms tightly around you as well as throwing a leg over you for security. This ensures that you don’t move at all, you laughed at the idea in the beginning but you’d never admit that you slept better that way anyways.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish: ⋰ Soap finds the way you sleep absolutely hilarious, the many times he came home to you sleeping is when he would silently lose his mind at the positions you were in. ⋰ He has a photo album compiled of photos of you sleeping, some being pictures of your face because Soap PREACHES that you look absolutely “stunning” when you sleep. ⋰ Majority of the pictures are your weird body positions that invoke hysteria whenever he sees them. ⋰ After he’d finish laughing at your sleeping frame, he’d simply shift you to the point where he’d wake you but you didn’t care. You’d simply make space for him; mumbling questions about his day which he’d tiredly mumbled back but before you two could even finish your incoherent conversation, you were both off to sleep. ⋰ Soap was a deep sleeper so your frequent movement didn’t bother him in the slightest, as if you two were made to sleep in the same bed together.

Captain John Price: ⋰ Price couldn’t believe that someone could move as much as you did in your sleep. ⋰ The first time you both slept in a bed together he awoke on multiple occasions to various limbs on his face, but what had made the experience worth it? After a while, almost as if your sleeping body had gotten tired from all the movement, you’d just get “cuddly” and he’d only awake to your grabbing hands looking for any contact of him. ⋰ When Price came home to you sleeping he couldn’t help but laugh a little in the positions he’d find you in, but he’d simply gently adjust your frame to make space for himself as well as assuring that you weren’t doing anything that would hurt you before getting into bed. ⋰ You would think that with Price being such a “neat” sleeper that he’d hate sleeping with you but he didn’t mind in the slightest. ⋰ He wouldn’t admit it in favor of having something to tease you about but the nights he slept with you were the only times he got a good sleep.

Alejandro Vargas: ⋰ When you and Alejandro first slept together it was the best sleep of both of your lives. ⋰ It was as if two crazy sleepers came together to make on semi-normal sleeping entity. ⋰ You and Alejandro fell asleep in each others arms and always awoke kinda in the same way (emphasis on kinda). Whether it was you hugging his torso and him hugging your head, or his head halfway down your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. ⋰ When he’d come home and you were already asleep, he’d simply get into bed and your arms would immediately find him. ⋰ The nights that you and Alejandro got to fall asleep together you guys were always teasing and messing with each other, it would always end him wrapping his arms tightly around you, refusing to let you go and you’d end up just falling asleep in his grasp. ⋰ You both hated sleeping apart from each other, you never slept as good.

Phillip Graves: ⋰ Graves hated the way you slept so much that he loved it, he had such mixed feelings about the way your body practically “assaulted” him while you slept. ⋰ He always complained about your sleeping habits, he’d talk your head off about it yet the nights where you both had been in the house all day long, he was practically begging you to come to bed with him. ⋰ The nights Graves came home to you sleeping, he’d stand in the doorway and just watch your silly positions, once he was comfortable enough and had gotten his visual fill; he’d sit on his side of the bed and almost immediately your hands would tiredly find their way to his torso attempting to pull him into the abyss of the warm shared bed. ⋰ His favorite memory of you is the time in which he awoke to you soundly sleeping on top of him with a very secure hold on him. ⋰ If you ever asked Graves what his favorite thing about you was, he’d always say the way you slept.

#mw2 #mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #captain john price x reader #captain john price #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #task force 141 #i need all of them expeditiously

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lukeevangelista · 2 years ago

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How Many Times? - Joe Burrow

Due to my lack of posting, here you go 🫶🏻

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“How many times are you going to look me in the eyes and lie to me?”

“Because I’m not!” He yelled before letting out a low chuckle, “If you don’t believe me on this, then why the hell are you still here?” he asked, “Maybe you’re just as naive as everyone else says.”

“Fuck you Burrow.” You clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “and maybe because I want you to prove me wrong. I want to be wrong that I wasn't just a bet for you to sleep with.”

“You did, don’t forget that.” he shrugged, “Besides, what does it matter? You don’t like and I don’t like you.” he said, “It was just two people getting laid at this point.”

You and Joe had history. Granted, it wasn't great, but you two had known each other for a while, mainly because your parents were great friends; you two, not so much.

Matter of fact, you genuinely didnt know if you could even classify yourself as friends. More like.. enemies that only spoke because of their family.

But it didn’t help that you ended up at the football OSU party off campus, which just so happened to be hosted at his and some of his teammates home, you winding up in his bed the night before, leading you to the argument you were currently in now, you dressed in his t-shirt and gym shorts standing in the middle of his room, him sitting on the edge of the bed in just a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Don’t raise your voice at me.” you hissed as he rolled his eyes, looking up at you, “Also you don’t get to speak for me. I never said I didn’t like you, but after this little fucking stunt..” you started, but quickly shutting up as he stood up, taking a step towards you.

“After this little stunt, what?” He asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his touch leaving chills on your body.

“I’ll be damned if- uh..” Your mind blanked as his face was just mere inches from yours.

“If what?” He asked, his breath fanning on your lips as his head dipped to be closer to yours.

You came back to your senses, not focusing on the handsome man in front of you as you shoved him back, “I gotta go.”

You could hear footsteps following you down the stairs, but you chose not to look back as the door slammed behind you.

You mom was currently sitting on your bed, a slightly disappointed look on her face as she listened to you explain it all.

Explain how you hooked up with her best friends son, who you despise.

“Honey,” she let out a sigh, stopping you mid ramble, “Do you like him?”

“No! Thats the problem!” You flopped back on your bed, “At least I dont think I do.” you whispered causing her to let out a laugh.

“You do.” She grinned as she sat beside you, pulling your arm to get you to sit up, “and there’s nothing wrong with that. We always thought you two would somehow end up together.”

“That’s disgusting.” You fake shivered, “Besides, he hates me as much as I hate him.” “He doesn't hate you.” She said, “I promise you that.”

“And you know this how?”

“I have my ways baby.” She replied as you rested your head on her arm, “I’m telling you though, you two would be awfully cute!”

“Mom!”

She let out another laugh as she continued to talk you off the ledge, you finally calming down about the situation.

“I will say though, Robin has talked to me on multiple occasions about you and him and this ‘hatred’ you have for each other. She thinks his is just as fake as yours.” your mom said as she tossed quotations around hatred.

“I think you both are head over heels for each other and you're too blind to see it right now.” she admitted to you.

“Yeah right.” You snorted as she gave the look.

“Y/N.” she raised her eyebrows at you causing you to stop laughing.

“Sorry.”

*****

It had been a couple of days since the incident occurred and you felt like you had eyes on you everywhere you went.

Not to mention, you were being pinged as ‘Burrow’s new girl’, which you did not appreciate at all.

So in reality, you probably did have eyes on you, and it was worse the moment Joe pulled you aside.

“You..” Joe laughed as he watched your facial expressions change, “You told your mom?”

“Joe!”

“What? It’s cute.”

“Its.. cute?” You gave him a confused look at he shot you a smirk.

“It is.” He said, “Mom told me all about what your mom had told her.”

“Like?” You asked trying to play dumb with him, hoping he was just bluffing at this point.

“A little bird mentioned that they think were in love and whatever this is,” he motioned between you two, “is just a facade and bullshit.”

You nervously laughed, “Yeah, I think she's-”

“But you, you told her we hooked up which is fueling the fire Y/N.”

“At least I didnt tell her it was a bet, you ass.”

“I still don’t know how many times I need to tell you this,” Joe hissed, “It was not a bet.” He enunciated every word he spoke, “If it was a bet, you wouldnt have found out baby.”

A blush covered your cheeks as you watched his face change, “What did I hear then?”

“He was making a bet for Saturday’s game.” He sighed as he looked up towards the sky, “If I got so many passing yards and won, which obviously I’m going to do, I had to be a man and finally ask you out.” He looked towards you, waiting for your reaction, “If I didnt get them and we lost, I paid his rent for the month.” He continued, “It was not a bet for me to sleep with you.”

“Oh.” You whispered, your mouth slightly dropping as he waited for some sort of reaction, “So our moms were right then, huh?”

“Per usual.” He shrugged, “So we doing this or what Y/L/N?”

“I guess we are Burrow.” you replied, “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” He asked as he stepped closer to you.

“No more bullshit bets, especially if it involves me.”

“Now that I’ve got you here, with me, you won't be involved in anything like that.” He grinned as he pressed his lips to yours, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.” “I mean you did it a couple of nights ago.” You joked.

“I mean with you actually being mine.”

#Joe burrow #Joe burrow imagine #nfl imagine #soft thoughts w/ari

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bowiebond · 3 years ago

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The blind Steve ficlet you wrote was amazing. Respectfully, imma need more of it please 😌🫴🏾🫴🏾

I don’t have more, but I do have a collection of headcanons I’d like to share with you from that universe 😂

- Steve has a cane for when he’s out and about. He likes to fall in public even after Billy warns him the floors slippery because it makes Billy laugh instinctively. And he’ll keep laughing even as Steve feigns offence, grasping as his arms more than a little indulgently as Billy is in near tears, helping him up.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing at the blind guy. You’re heartless, Hargrove.”

“Shut the fuck up, we both know you did on purpose, you’re making me look bad.” And he’ll get dirty looks from strangers who come up and ask Steve if he’s alright as Steve puts on the ‘woe is me, look at my awful friend who cares not for my safety as a poor, fragile thing’ act. Billy is going red in the face from both embarrassment and from holding back his laughter as ladies fall for Steve’s act.

- Steve is the perfect amount of deaf to tune out Billy’s ventilator when he sleepover (and eventually moves in). He can hear it a little if he’s sleeping on the left side of the bed instead of the right, but he finds it kind of soothing.

- Steve gives Billy’s mask kisses if he wakes up before him and no, Billy doesn’t know this for a long time and when he eventually finds out, he has to take a minute to try not to cry in front of his boyfriend.

- When Billy laughs too hard, he tends to break into coughing fits. Some days it’s fine and he can rub the pain away after, but on bad days Steve will help him sit back and make him tea, the honeyed one Billy likes. Just taking twenty minutes to calm down to be the difference between a good day and a shit one for Billy, and Steve tries his best to make it easier.

- Steve forgets people need the lights on when they go around the house. Billy realised this pretty early in. Steve’s got a few windows; one in the living room, another in the kitchen, a tiny one in the bathroom for steam to exit and a balcony attached to his bedroom. During the day, Billy doesn’t really need to turn the lights on anyway, so he doesn’t. He prefers it a bit dimmer anyway with his headaches.

Billy does invest in lamps tho; silly ones that look entirely out of place in Steve’s bare but posh apartment. Steve only realises the lamp next to their couch is a bright pink flamingo when Mike awkwardly points it out one day and Steve spends weeks giggling every time his hand brushes it while reaching for the remote (so he can listen to MTV). Eventually Billy asks what’s up and Steve goes hysterical with laughter, “THAT FLAMINGO LAMP HAS BEEN HERE FIVE MONTHS AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING! NOT EVEN ROBIN!”

“Yeah, I told her not to say anything.”

“How many of the things you’ve brought for our place are like the flamingo?”

“…Like bird themed?”

“Anything that doesn’t suit the original design of this place.”

Billy is quiet a long time before he just starts listing off many, many things he’s brought home; a black Santa statue that made Lucas snort once, multiple cat themed mugs than Robin likes to steal when over, a Cookie Monster themed lamp in their bedroom, and half of their cushions? The ugliest designs he could think of were chosen as thrift stores. There’s also a birdbath on the balcony as of two days ago and Billy’s been waiting for Steve to put his hand in it by accident.

- Steve forgets to charge his hearing aids a lot. He doesn’t have to wear them as long as people speak up, but they’re handy in public when people don’t know he’s deaf, only blind. Billy usually ends up finding them somewhere in the apartment and charges them, but on occasion they’ll leave the house without them and Steve will have a server talk right at him, except he’s distracted so he’s not tuned in and well…

A hand touches his across the table and he jolted to attention.

“What’s up?”

“Steve,” Billy sounds like he wants to chuckle but is being polite. “The poor girls going red, what’re you having to eat?”

“Oh! Sorry!” Steve’s face burned as he fumbled, turning his head to the right.

“Left.” He turned left and smiled awkwardly, fidgeting with Billy’s fingers out of the habit.

“Just, uh, the chicken and avo special. Thanks.”

“Sorry! I didn’t realise!” She really does sound sorry, embarrassed, and Steve chuckles.

“It’s fine, at least he didn’t hear you.” Billy smirks at his own joke and Steve whacked him across the table, hitting his chest more than his arm.

“Don’t be a dick.” They’ll laugh about it later though when they get home.

- Billy has some bad scarring. It’s not smooth and seamless, it’s messy and bumpy, a mix of white tissue and spots darker than the rest of his skin even after years of healing. He still wore his shirts unbuttoned, but he usually wore singlets under them in public.

Steve can’t see the damage, but he likes to feel it sometimes. The skin is thinner and more sensitive in a strange way, and Billy will watch Steve’s hand travel along the ridges and bump while he reads to the brunet.

“It’s not pretty.” He mentions one day. “I don’t get why you like touching it so much. It’s ugly.”

“Well, pretty and ugly are descriptions people with sight use. I just…it proves you’re real. I can’t say pitch me if I’m seeing things I don’t believe are there. My mind couldn’t come up with a texture like this. That’s all. It proves you’re alive. That you’re here.”

Billy doesn’t ask again. He also denies the sniff he gives, blaming the book instead of his boyfriends words for his tears.

- Billy still has anxiety, but anxiety/panic attacks are Very Bad on his weak heart and lungs, so he eventually gets a service dog after a long discussion with Steve. Billy names her Donna and she’s a big fluffy retriever who is perfect for weighted pressure to ground him during attacks. That, and she can alert Steve if he needs medical attention due to the elevated heart rate or a coughing fit that’s going on much too long to be good.

- Hospital visits suck but are necessary. Billy has to have regular check ups for blood pressure, lung and heart health, his fatigue and chronic migraines. Steve gets his ears tested twice a year as well as a general check up - doctors are keeping a close on his head for trauma due to how much concussions he’s had in the past. Billy gets his eyes tested once a year, usually to change prescription.

- They pair always go together as support. Steve can be inclined towards PTSD-induced flashbacks when it comes to needles if he’s left alone and in the past Robin went with him, but she got antsy and would ramble a lot about things that really didn’t help Steve’s nerves. Billy will usually hold his hand through most appointments because doctors dress like scientists and scientists - they freak them all out. Steve doesn’t like their constant insistence on tests and Billy is not a fan either. They know they’re in safe hands, they have a favourite doctor they’re inclined towards, but it’s still scary, so they go together every time. They’ll move plans around just so they’re there for the other. (When they really can’t, Robin or Max can stand in but it’s not preferred. They refused to be separated during visits and it’s caused a few conflicts with doctors, but they’re willing to walk right out if not heard and find someone better. They know a good lawyer after all *cough* Nancy *cough*)

- They’ve disgusting in love and Steve forgets they’re not alone sometimes, which makes it very awkward for everyone when Billy’s been talking a long time in a group setting and Steve will just put a hand on his thigh and sigh. “Have I ever told you how hot your voice is? Cause it is. Wanna ruin mine?”

Any guest has learned to scream at the top of their lungs when this happens and Steve will always end up apologising profusely because he genuinely forgets other people are there sometimes, even when invited. Billy thinks it’s hilarious.

- Sex is a little harder for the both of them, but they’re learned to work around a lot of things in order to still fuck like they want to possess the other. It’s great. Plus, Steve gets to handcuff Billy to the bed frame most nights and just feel everything. It’s different from feeling someone’s face, relearning their expressions, the new lines on their face as they age. Billys sensitive all over, or maybe he’s just sensitive to Steve’s hand in general, but it’s intimate. Steve likes caressing him all over, likes to relearning his body every night, likes remembering the parts that haven’t changed.

It’s even more fun when Steve blindfolds him. Steve’s not used to people touching him outside of guiding him, and it makes him shiver all over when Billy explores his body with calloused hands, not just touching the parts that would entice a moan or a sigh, but all over. His neck, his shoulders, his arms and wrists. Down his torso and over his hips and along his calves and squeezing his knees. He memorises where his moles are after a few months, and makes Steve grin when he kisses them. Steve’s used to exploring other people, has to to see them through his hands, but there’s a feeling so special about being explored in return.

He only ever wants to explore and be explored by Billy.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #blind Steve harrington #disabled!billy #harringrove

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taegularities · 4 years ago

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ruin you | kth & jjk (m)

Summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

When your boyfriend Jungkook first suggested a threesome between him, you and his best friend, all of this was definitely not what you’d expected.

pairing: Taehyung x female reader x Jungkook

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff if you squint?, so much smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!taehyung, switch!reader (but mostly sub), switch!jungkook, blindfolding, some bondage (reader gets tied up), wax play, lots of dirty talk, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, kinda praise kink, rough sex, messy sex, unprotected sex (you know it folks, be careful), like one spank?, light choking, breast play, cuckolding/voyeurism kinda (yes - jungkook is into watching), swearing, y/n probably can’t walk the next day and she loves it, threesome (obviously)

word count: 11.9k (this got a little out of hand, folks)

a/n: I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THE FIC THAT HURT ME. as i said, too much taekook content results in something like this T_T again, a biiiig thank you to @monvante for this banner that i’m so in love with and to @illneverrecover, @voiceswithoutlips & @missgeniality for being the most helpful and amazing betas, i love y’all so muchhh!! OK ‘NUFF TALKING, enjoy!!!

⁂ part of the ruin you series

MASTERLIST | WIPS

Bliss.

That’s how you would describe life with Jungkook. Being with him is always a never ending, wonderful adventure, never as exhausting as it has been with your previous partners - the fact that he understands how to take care of you astounds you, making you wonder on multiple occasions how you’d gone so wrong with your past choices.

One example of such occasions are nights when you feel like you’ve reached the end of your patience; be it about your unorganized mess that your college is, your family, or your friends - Jungkook always knows what to do to lift your mood instantly. The best aspect of his method is that he never forces you to talk, never pressures you into opening up. He’s been with you long enough to know fully well that you tend to speak about your problems as soon as you feel like you need to.

Instead, he plans a nice and cozy evening, searches for a movie you like, cooks your favourite dish, or takes you out to a romantic date.

Then there’s the obvious love that sparkles in his big doe eyes constantly, not a day passing without him losing himself in you, telling you over and over again how much he adores you and everything involving you. Precious moments like these never fail to make your heart flutter, the wings growing around it almost achingly beautiful when he talks to you like that, assures you how he’d do anything, everything, to keep you happy.

In that sense, you are even more surprised at his suggestion as you lie under your blankets, his arms wrapped around you tightly and your naked bodies pressed into each other. You look up to meet his hazy eyes, the urge to sleep apparent in them, but his words indicate that he’s wanted to say this for quite some time.

“We should - what?”

He sighs into your hair, his fingertips drawing small circles into the skin of your back. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve been thinking and… I just feel like you should experience everything that’s possible. And maybe you’ll find something that you like - something we never do.”

“And that’s how you want me to find out? By having sex with your best friend?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed as you try to fully comprehend what you’ve just heard.

“Yeah…” he starts, a soft laugh escaping his throat as he shifts a little to face you, “okay, it does sound very weird, but I really mean it. He’s - well, quite different from me. At least that’s what I perceive from what he tells me about his sexual adventures.”

“Jungkook, I-”

“Listen, I know you never expected me to suggest this in the first place, but I talked to him and he’s up for it. And baby,” he says, cupping your face before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “if you experience something with him that you like, we can both try it later.”

“I don’t even know Taehyung that well. And I can’t believe you can say all that without getting at least a little jealous.” You feel slightly uncomfortable talking about this. You’ve probably never properly talked to Taehyung, only meeting him once in a while when he comes over to play some games - while Jungkook has mentioned on multiple occasions that he wants you both to become friends, you never really got a chance to get to know him better.

“I know, but you don’t really have to know him to enjoy it. I’ve heard he’s really good,” Jungkook argues, his voice going a few octaves deeper as he emphasizes the satisfaction of others.

But for you, thinking of being naked in front of Taehyung, or even more unthinkable, having his dick inside of you - it feels so far away that it makes you chuckle lightly. “Let’s go to sleep. You’re insane.”

You settle into his chest again, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you ready yourself to fall into a peaceful slumber, only faintly registering Jungkook telling you to think about it. This is definitely a topic for another day and your brain certainly doesn’t have the capacity to fathom how real that moment is and how serious Jungkook is being right now.

So, there’s no need to worry about what’s going to happen in a couple of days, right?

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook addresses the subject again - in fact, you haven’t even eaten breakfast, running around in his oversized shirt and rubbing your eyes as he sips on his tea, eyeing your figure that has made itself comfortable on the couch.

“What if I joined you?” he asks, one eyebrow raised and you almost choke on your own saliva before you break out into a laugh.

“For God’s sake, Jungkook. Why do you want this so much?” You straighten up, folding your legs as you watch him approach you and sit down on the table in front of you.

Jungkook brings a finger to your chin, lifting your head a little before he says, “I want my baby to feel good. And to be completely honest…”

He twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger, pressing his lips together as you slowly realize what he is trying to refer to. Your eyes widen in surprise, mouth falling open as you ask, “you- you like the thought of having a threesome, don’t you?”

And when he doesn’t answer, you know you’re right, though you’re not sure if you should laugh or cringe. He nibbles at his lips as he avoids your gaze, an awkward smile appearing on his face. “I mean… only if it involves watching you… get fucked. I- I don’t need any other girl, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Jungkook has a voyeuristic kink, huh?

This is definitely not something that had crossed your mind last night, and to hear it from him now clears up quite a few things. Seeing him nervously fumble with his shirt, tongue licking his lower lip one too many times ignites something unknown in you and you slowly feel yourself crumble.

“Do you really want that so bad?” you inquire, trying to make him look at you as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He reaches out to hold your hand and grazes your warm skin with his thumb.

“You don’t have to. It’s wholly up to you.” His words are sincere, but to be completely honest, knowing that something like this would turn him on enough to join, you pressed between two bodies, both worshipping everything about you - the thought has you feeling hot and bothered, and suddenly, you are not completely opposed to this idea anymore.

You’re about to assure him that you’re ready to fulfill his wish, but before you get the chance to do so, his phone chimes, vibrating hard and noisily against the counter. Jungkook releases your hand, walking over to pick up as he chuckles softly. “Speaking of the devil.”

For some reason, Taehyung always decides to video call, a habit of his that you’ve never understood - maybe you can trace your dislike back to you never being much of a talking-on-the-phone-person in the first place. You always prefer texting over calling someone.

Taehyung’s deep voice sounds through Jungkook’s phone, gleefully greeting his friend as he tells him to finally move his ass to the office.

You sink back into the couch, an awkward feeling spreading through your body as you hear the two voices meld, the ones that will probably moan into your ears soon enough. The thought of muffled groans and hands on your skin makes your lower stomach clench, causing you to rub your thighs together to find some relief.

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook detects the movement, his mouth twitching for only a second before he shamelessly addresses the topic head-on. “So, by the way, Taehyung, I, uhm… talked to Y/N. About you know - what we discussed the other day?”

A brief silence numbs your ears as you suddenly feel your heart pound in your chest, shooting a glare at Jungkook who doesn’t seem to give it a thought at all. Then, you hear Taehyung clear his throat. “Is she okay with it?”

God, could it get any more weird?

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Jungkook offers, and your eyes widen, your hands waving in panic in front of your face. He doesn’t seem to care as he turns his phone, coming closer to hand it to you as he sits down next to you.

You force your face to contort into an ingenuine smile, watching as Taehyung rests his arms on his shiny table, clearly having stabilized his phone against something. You see yourself reflect off his glasses as he breaks out into a boxy grin, greeting you with a nod before he chimes, “Hey! How are you doing?”

“I’m… good. Yeah, what about you?” you stutter and you feel immediate regret to have let Jungkook force you to this conversation. You feel the blood rush to your face, your insides churning as you hear Taehyung’s sweet voice guide you through your awkwardness smoothly, almost not letting show that he’s noticed it.

“Oh, I’m grand! Thought I’d call your man to finally make his lazy butt leave the apartment and keep me some company here. But I guess, you guys had some stuff to clear up?”

Unbelievable. His tone is still friendly, casual, as if you’re talking about nothing less than today’s rainy weather. He sounds so soft, so gentle - you cannot imagine what he can offer that differs from Jungkook’s actions in bed.

“Uhm, yeah,” you answer, gulping hard - and he notices. You don’t know that he’s, in fact, noticing every little thing, reading you like the open book that you are, and his mind already starts to whirr with ideas. The only thing that is left is your approval - and seeing the way you’re struggling to even look at the screen properly, he knows you’ve already given in before you confirm it. “I’d be okay with it, if you are.”

His face is close to the camera, and you swear you see his eyes flash with something dark as he looks at you before they turn soft, innocent again. As tense as you are, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over his dark hair, wanting to tug at it lightly. You see his full, pink lips, feeling the growing, strange urge to have them on the most intimate parts of you; the hand that is now cupping his face, the veins running along it making you question what it could do to you, how it could possibly make you feel.

You blink a few times to clear your head without drawing attention to your nervousness too much, smiling as he says, “Of course I am. I would’ve told Jungkook if I wasn’t.”

This feels a lot like sealing a deal with the devil - something about it intrigues, but scares you, your mind circling around the thought that Taehyung just can’t be what he’s pretending to be right now. The expression that’s decorating his face, the handsome grin and the line of his profile seem dangerous, something undecipherable about them intimidating you.

“Right,” you say, briefly nibbling at your lips as you feel Jungkook’s hand snake around your waist, almost as if to remind you that he’s here, too. “So, then we’ll see each other soon?”

“I sure hope so,” Taehyung sing-songs, your immediate reaction being to hand back the phone to your boyfriend as you stand up with the excuse that you have to use the toilet, wishing the man on the other side of the line a good day off-camera.

Locking yourself in the small, comforting space of your bathroom, you look at your figure in the mirror, surprised when you see your mouth twitch into a new kind of smile that you’ve never seen on your face.

Surely enough, the day arrives as soon as you’ve expected, clearly none of you ready to wait for too long for each other. You’ve prepared yourself thoroughly, shaving every single hair that you’ve deemed unnecessary to stay, taking your skincare up a notch, and even thinking of a safeword, should something happen that you’re not entirely content with.

As expected, Taehyung’s apartment lies in one of the expensive corners of the town, the building rising high and glass everywhere you look. As you gaze up into the sky, your eyes leaving the complex in front of you and focusing on the clouds instead, you feel Jungkook’s hand slide into yours, fingers intertwining and holding yours tightly. He kisses your cheek gently, reassuring you that you can still walk away, should you feel uncomfortable with all of this.

Shaking your head, you sigh, answering, “It’s fine. I’m just… curious, is all.”

Curiosity isn’t quite the right word to use, though. As you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the twelfth floor, you don’t feel curious, no - much rather, your stomach is turning and twisting, your heart hammering against your chest as you choke on the feeling the nervousness is drowning you in.

And when you step out of the elevator, knocking on his door three times and seeing him open it, you swallow the annoying lump in your throat. He’s wearing a thin sweater whose sleeves he’s rolled up, one of his hands dug in the pocket of his loose sweats, and the glasses sitting perfectly on his even nose. His free hand motions you to come in before it brushes through his perfect pitch black hair, and you take in the place he lives in, seeing exactly what you’ve expected in the last days.

Right as you get in, you are greeted by the beautiful dusk of the evening that is fully displayed through the big glass windows, making you wonder if Taehyung ever feels uncomfortable or exposed in such a place. His living room screams office employee, everything decorated in a luxurious black and white that reminds you of stacks of money and expensive champagne.

Strange. Despite working in the same domain, Jungkook has never shown interest in such high-class things - but you’ve always been one to love his humble lifestyle.

“What can I bring you to drink?” Taehyung asks, closing the door as he tells you to take a seat on his red leather couch, as if you’re here to talk about business. “Scotch? Whiskey?”

Jungkook nods, showing a thumbs up while you say, “I’m fine with water, actually.”

Taehyung peaks his head out of the kitchen that you haven’t seen yet, a pretty smile on his face as he holds a fancy glass in his hand. “Are you sure? Might help you to calm your nerves and stuff.”

Shit.

You really have to get yourself together before you inflate his ego somehow - you weren’t going to show him what you’re feeling inside, but it seems as if he’s seen right through you the moment you stepped in, his observing eyes taking note of more than you thought.

You take a deep breath, chuckling slightly as you change your mind. “Alright, then. Whiskey, please.”

“Got you.”

Jungkook’s hand comes up to rub your thighs affectionately and he shoots you a reassuring grin to ease your tension - it’s weird, the fact that you’re an extroverted, outgoing person, and yet so stiff right now. All you can hope is for the whiskey to fulfill a wonder and bring your familiar confidence back.

And when Taehyung hands you the glass with some of the liquid, you chug it down in one go, not bothering about manners or shame as you wipe away the remnants of it from your lip, the alcohol burning in your throat and chest. Both men look at you in wonder as you exchange gazes before breaking out in a laugh.

“You’re a tough bunny,” Taehyung says with a tilt of his head, finishing his own drink quickly before he places his glass on the table, clapping his hands once. “Ready when you are!”

Now, that was fast. He doesn’t seem to like talking around a topic, getting straight to the point as he eyes your body from top to bottom, his tongue wetting his plush lower lip. Jungkook taps the couch lightly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Here?”

“No, you idiot. Of course not,” Taehyung scoffs, offering his hand to you. You look at Jungkook unsurely, still contemplating if he’s alright with everything that’s happening and about to go down soon. And when he nods in affirmation, you rest your palm on Taehyung's who pulls you up gently, nodding at Jungkook as he leads you to another room.

But stepping over the threshold of it, the mood changes completely, his bedroom the complete opposite of what you’ve left behind.

His sleeping place is dark, only lit by some candles that he’s planted in safe places; at the foot of the bed, he’s placed two or three things you can name, your mouth falling open in surprise.

Firstly, there is some type of cloth, silky and light blue from what you can tell from here, neatly folded and left in the corner next to some more unlit candles. Lastly, you recognize yet another cloth, this one less shiny and smaller than the others, seemingly woolen - however, you can’t figure out yet what he’s going to do with it, and you’re too excited to ask.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed as he takes off his glasses, folding and placing them on his night table next to a bowl of water that has you tilt your head in wonder. “Before we start, I want to clear up a few aspects of all of this to both of you.”

Jungkook nods understandingly, signaling his friend to continue. “Things can get rough here. I’ve actually prepared some stuff that might help you, if it gets too intense. The water, for example. But what is most important is that you like what you’re feeling, that you’re okay with the things I do to you.” He pauses for a second, gauging your reaction briefly before he speaks on. “How much heat can you handle?”

Confused about the question, you search your brain for a good answer, thinking back to days when you’d curse at the blazing heat in the summer. “As long as it doesn’t hurt, I can cope with it, I guess.”

He nods, looking like a doctor who is explaining a diagnosis to you. “It won’t hurt, don’t worry.” Then, he raises a finger as if he’s remembering something of utmost importance before he asks, “Do you have a safeword?”

“I do,” you say in a firm tone, almost as if you’ve waited for this question, “skip.”

“Skip,” he tries out the word, nodding satisfied, “and when you’re okay, you just say exactly that, alright? Just an okay is enough. Or a no to my question of whether you need to use the word. Both of you.”

Jungkook is unusually quiet next to you, and you wonder if he’s changed his mind, wanting to step away from whatever he’s brought you into. But then, he says, “Alright. So, what exactly is going to happen now?”

“Yeah, about that. You won’t join for a while, if that’s okay for you. I’ll begin and tell you when you can come and do your thing. Again, there will be some things involved that you might not have done yet, and anytime you feel like it’s too much, speak up. Okay?”

“Understood,” you agree, eyes shifting to the extra material at his words. He follows your gaze and smirks but doesn’t address the topic anyhow. Apparently, it’s a surprise.

Jungkook rubs your back for a few seconds and whispers a small “have fun” into your ear before he takes a seat on the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. Unsure of what to do, you look at Taehyung, exhaling once before he motions you to come closer with a flick of his long finger. You obey, stepping to him, hovering right above him as you wait for him to talk, meeting his breathtaking gaze.

His hand reaches out to run along the hem of your shirt, his knuckles touching your warm skin under the fabric lightly before his fingers settle on your thigh gently. And then, he utters the first command of tonight.

“Take all of this off.”

You bite your lips as you watch him trail your body with his eyes, taking in every inch of you as you slowly grab your shirt, pulling it over your head. He brings his digits to your hip, his cold fingertips sending a shiver down your spine as you unbutton your tight jeans, sliding them down to your knees before he helps you out, letting you slip out of them entirely.

Taehyung knows he’s supposed to keep his calm, show you that he’ll be in control - but looking at your almost completely exposed body, he can’t help the desire rise up in him, memorizing each inch of your curves, edges, and smoothness of your skin. Thoughts of wrecking you completely put his head into a haze, the urge to throw you onto his bed and fuck you raw close to irresistible.

But you clearly aren’t here for him to use you - no, he will make sure that you leave with an experience that you’d always deem as memorable when you’d think back to it.

“That too,” he commands, tugging at your underwear.

Feeling the booze slowly kick in, you feel slightly light-headed, less anxious, and more excited to do whatever the man asks of you, ready to give yourself to both of them.

You look back at Jungkook. He has his elbow on the arm of the chair, his hand holding his jaw as he appears nonchalant - but the bulge that is already forming a visible, thick line in his pants, tells you otherwise.

Taehyung grabs your chin to shift your focus to him again, his hooded, dark eyes boring holes into yours. “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me.” He grabs one of the candles beside him along with a match box from his night table, waiting for you to obey him while he lights the candle before placing it next to the bowl of water and blowing out the match.

You roll your eyes at his tranquility, but listen to him anyway. After getting rid of your panties and bra, you step a little closer, his mouth perfectly levelled with your breasts, but he doesn’t reach out, doesn’t let them tempt him just yet.

Instead, he grabs your ass, squeezing and rolling it for a few moments before his hands wander to your back, standing up and using his grip on you to swap places. The back of your knees hit the mattress, your legs almost giving in before he steadies you, his long fingers grazing your sides until they settle between your thighs.

Using his index and middle finger, he touches your folds slowly, delicately spreading them as he observes your reaction. He isn’t touching any sensitive spot yet, and still, the sensation causes a gasp to fall out of your mouth.

But instead of doing anything at all, he softly pushes you onto the bed, telling you to place yourself in the middle as he climbs over you, still fully clothed. “We’re gonna have some fun now, okay?” Taehyung mouths, not giving you enough time to answer before he leans down to press his lips against yours.

You can’t see or hear what Jungkook is doing. And from what you’ve gathered, Taehyung doesn’t want you to know either - all you can hope is that he’s okay instead of disgusted or weirded out by the sight in front of him.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to care much. He moves his mouth elegantly, lips parting easily before his tongue soon asks for access that you grant him immediately, and you moan faintly as you taste the mixture of alcohol and sweetness, pleased by the scent of vanilla that he’s emanating.

Low sounds escape his throat as his hands press into the mattress deeper, kissing you harder and needier, and you bury yours in his hair. It feels just as soft and smooth as you’ve imagined - yet, there is not much time to actually enjoy the feeling of him before he slaps your hands away, his gaze darkening as he pants.

“No touching for now,” he commands, eyes shifting to Jungkook. “What do you think, Jay-Kay? What should I do so Y/N keeps her hands to herself?”

You allow yourself to use this as an excuse to look at Jungkook briefly. He’s still sitting in the same position, but his palm is resting on his hardened cock, rubbing it ever so slightly. “I think it’s something you’ve thought of already, but - I’d suggest you tie her up.”

Surprise crosses your face, your mouth dropping open - the last thing you’ve ever thought you could hear stumble out of your boyfriend’s mouth was such a suggestion. You wonder why you have never tried this before.

Acting on Jungkook’s proposition, you watch Taehyung grab the silken cloth you’ve noticed earlier, unfolding it to reveal that it is long, but not wide - and as it seems, perfect to - yes, his next words confirm your assumption. “Hands above your head.”

“You don’t look like you could do something like this outside of the bedroom,” you hear Jungkook say suddenly as he chuckles.

Taehyung laughs at his words, focusing on your hands as he ties them together tightly, skillfully, before making sure you can’t get out of your confinement. He uses the remaining length of the cloth to bind a tight knot around his headboard railing, holding your arms in place.

“You’re not going to let me touch you? At all?”

“For now, Y/N,” he clarifies, squeezing one of your tits before he moves to get the other woolen material, too. You meet his stare and your breath hitches at the sight - his eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt, that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.

You drown in his hypnotic gaze, but not for too long - suddenly, without any explanation or warning, he blindfolds you, robbing you of another sense as he lifts your head to tie the cloth behind it. “Safeword?”

“No,” you breathe, already anticipating his next moves, “I’m okay.”

“Okay. Hold on.” And then you hear him move away, the weight on the bed shifting as you wait. You dare not ask him what he’s doing, as you figure this is the sole purpose of the sensory deprivation. You’re supposed to let him surprise you.

And you are surprised indeed when you feel his presence on your right side, again lingering in front of the night table, as it seems. Honestly, you shouldn’t be stunned. You saw him lighting the candle before and you knew they’d come into play at some point - after all, the room is well lit already, so there can’t be much that he can do with these remaining candles.

Maybe, you think, he’s just checking if they have melted enough. Maybe you’re holding your breath, because you’re eagerly waiting for the feeling of thick, liquid wax on your sensitive body.

Although you’re not one to deal with heat and hot things well, even waiting quite a while until you drink your tea, your body squirms with some type of excitement, the feeling of a nearing, warm body causing you to let out a quiet whine involuntarily.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you answer. And then you wait… and wait… and wait. But nothing happens. Stupid of you to think that wax would melt this fast - but why is he not doing anything at all?

“Taehyung?”

“Yes, baby. I’m here,” he says, and you feel your body go stiff. The nickname brings a new sensation into your stomach - not because of the word itself; it couldn’t sound any filthier out of his mouth, really. No, it’s entirely different from when Jungkook says it - there is no trace of sweetness or affection in Taehyung’s voice, but rather a shadow, a mystery that perfectly matches the endless lust you’re feeling right now.

And right before you’re about to cave in and beg for more, Jungkook suddenly beats you to it as you hear him plead, “Please, do something, Tae.”

The man in question sighs, and you can almost imagine him shaking his head. “Jungkook, I told you, you can be involved later.” You hear Jungkook shuffle in his seat, avoiding actual words as he hums affirmatively.

Taehyung laughs softly, the sound shifting from the right side to in front of you as he moves, and soon enough, you feel his hands on you again, slowly spreading your legs. You wet your lips, and your heartbeat increases tenfold when his fingertips run along the inside of your thighs, caressing your skin before then suddenly licking a stripe along the lines where his fingers had been a moment ago.

His lips suck on your skin diligently, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and nibbling on your flesh alternately as he comes closer to your core. You already feel your pussy leaking, some of your juices running down your thigh as you press your legs together for one split second before he opens them again.

“Don’t make me tie these, too,” he warns, and you think you hear Jungkook sigh deeply in the background. You hate that he’s being so quiet, not uttering one sentence as you wait to get wrecked by his best friend. You wish you could feel your boyfriend’s hands on you, his lips on yours, his cock inside you; you wish he would just at least-

A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Taehyung repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining.

“Fuck, Tae,” you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

“Do you like having my tongue on you like this? Eating you up so good?”

You are so fucking hot. Taehyung really tries hard to keep his thoughts towards you neutral, just as he always does, fucking you for pleasure and nothing else - but you look so incredibly ethereal, your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, and he feels himself spiralling more and more.

He realizes that it wasn’t the first time he’d thought of you in this way when he’d talked to Jungkook about it. He isn’t blind - your body and you as a whole aren’t something that he can ignore very well when he comes over to spend time with his friend.

“Fucking- hell,” you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your hard bud, “I do! I do…”

His lips enclose your clit and suck on it for a while before they move down again, starting to eat you out at a rougher pace while he moans, sending vibrations through your pussy that have you sink your nails into your palms. And before you know it, he indulges in a little game of varying between licking your folds and entrance dry and circling your clit, leaving one of these parts always aching when he neglects them.

You want his fingers to fuck into you, you want his mouth on your bundle of nerves - you want the whole package of stimulation, but you know he won’t give it to you this easily.

“So good,” you mutter, the sounds leaving your body almost not human - and Taehyung’s chest heats up instantly. “Don’t stop..”

His head is almost blank, making him wonder when he has felt like this the last time. All the women he brings home give him the sufficient satisfaction that he wants - but you? You are more than this, your scent intoxicating, your sweet taste blurring his thoughts; your body, softness, and sounds are putting him on edge so much that he forcefully has to resist to not bury his cock as deep inside you as possible.

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely.

“No!” you loudly protest, the volume of your voice unexpectedly high, and your legs come together - and this time, he doesn’t spread them again. “Taehyung, please.”

You hear a loud gasp from the corner of the room, and you know it’s Jungkook who’s just as deprived as you. His erratic breathing and the thought of him already, maybe, possibly being half-naked makes you shiver from desire.

“Patience, baby,” Taehyung cooes, you noticing that he is on your right side again, very close to you, “I’ll give you what you want. All in due time.”

“Be careful, Taehyung,” Jungkook suddenly says, his voice now firmer and steadier than his breathing had been a moment ago. The chair squeaks as you hear footsteps approaching you before he adds, “Try not to hurt her.”

He brings his body down and you feel his soft fingers brush your cheek gently. You lean into the touch, the warmth and comfort bringing a completely different feeling to your heart that you welcome gladly - but only, to be deprived of it soon after.

“I won’t, Jungkook. I promise, I’ve never hurt anyone,” Taehyung assures. “Sit back down. Make yourself comfortable - if it makes things any easier, help yourself.”

Your mouth widens at his words, imagining Jungkook sitting on his spot, stroking his length that you love so much at the sight of you. And as you think of this, longing spreading across your whole body, you hear Taehyung say, “This is going to feel different, Y/N,” before burning, hot drops land directly on your right thigh out of the blue, the thing that is clearly molten wax, already crusting on your skin.

It draws a sharp gasp out of you, having you whimper and tug at your restraint. And before you can calm down from it, you feel another hot bead of wax come down on your body, this time under your other leg, and a moan of his name threatens to ripple out of you.

“Safeword?” he asks, stopping his ministrations.

“No,” you pant, throwing your head back, trying to peek under the cloth, to see absolutely anything of what is happening.

A few seconds pass, and although you’re prepared to feel more wax touch your sensitive skin, it doesn’t come. Nothing comes until you open your mouth to ask why - instead, your words get stuck in your throat when Taehyung’s hand suddenly grabs one of your thighs, spreading your legs to give his fingers access to your drenched pussy.

His long digit caresses your folds, a lewd sound making its way to your ears as you cover him with your juices. You hear him moan faintly as he circles your clit before stopping at your entrance, only pushing his fingertip in slightly while gauging your reaction. You wiggle, your fingers intertwining as you try to hold onto anything at all, almost crying out when he finally pushes his whole finger in slowly.

But instead of moving it, he addresses his younger friend again, asking in a smug and amused voice, “what would you suggest I do next?”

Jungkook’s answer comes fast, without hesitation. “Make her cum.”

“Well… only, if she asks nicely. Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he says, his voice far away, his breath shaky. “Speak up.”

“I- I want to cum,” you breathe, his teasing making you go half insane. “Please.”

“Say that again.”

“Please, Taehyung, I-” you manage to whisper before he pulls his finger out and rams it into you again, starting to pump it at a delicate pace.

The mattress deepens near your legs again as he kneels in front of you, parting your thighs wide with his own as he adds a second finger, increasing the speed he’s fucking into you as the muscles of your stomach harden, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You whimper quietly, suppressing screams as he spreads them inside you, scissoring motions having you press your lips together. He leans down, inhaling your scent before he remarks, “You can be louder. I want to hear you, baby. Show me and Jungkook how much you’re enjoying this. I’m sure he wants to hear you just as much as I do.”

Taehyung then adds another finger at the same time you feel the burning sensation of the wax drip onto your legs again, leaving a hot trail as his hand hovers above your hip and stops at your right breast. He watches in awe as you yell in pleasure, even after the wax has stopped trickling, and he feels his heart race at the sight of you.

By now, his three fingers are wrecking your pussy, his thumb coming up to your clit to rub against it deliciously, and right as you feel your walls clench again, you scream out, “I’m cumming! Taehyung, I’m cumming, don’t stop, please!”

But against your wishes, he does, and his action causes your eyes to sting, a single tear escaping them but getting caught on the blindfold. “Taehyung…”

“Taehyung, for fuck’s sake!” Jungkook agrees, but the mentioned man doesn’t pay attention to any of your complaints.

Instead, you listen carefully to what he is doing and you register the sound of a belt coming undone, clothes shuffling, something faintly thumping on the floor. And then, he speaks up again, “Y/N. Do you want to see what’s happening?”

Finally.

“Yes,” you mutter, eager to answer fast before he changes his mind. “Please.”

Taehyung climbs onto the bed and over you, reaching behind your head to undo the knot. At first, your vision is blurred, weird dots floating in the air as you try to adjust to the candlelight, trying to focus when you notice that he is almost completely exposed now, his shorts as the only piece of clothing covering his most intimate part.

The candle isn’t in his hand anymore and you look down to find several spots of you covered in the red material, already dried and sticking against you. He leans down to palm your tits, his tongue running along the skin of your neck before he inquires, “You want to cum?”

“Please,” you repeat, and right as the words leave your mouth, he slides his arm under you, shifting you so that your bind still holds, but your pussy faces Jungkook directly now. You have to admit, your limbs are getting sore above your head, hanging from the railing.

“Can I touch you?” you ask, your eyes glinting with hope, and he almost gives in.

“Soon, sweetheart.”

You look down at Jungkook who looks completely fucked out, his gaze wild. You notice that he has unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand under it, slowly stroking his cock as he takes in the view in front of him.

“Now you can take a closer look, Jungkook,” Taehyung says with a light chuckle, not giving any of you much time before he spreads your folds again, only running along them once before he inserts two of his fingers, starting at a harsh pace. You throw your head back in pleasure, back arching as you yell out.

Jungkook watches the way you take Taehyung’s digits so easily, the wet sound filling the room as you near your release. Each time Taehyung thrusts in and out, your hips move with his actions, rolling and struggling to stay still.

Taehyung soon silences you with a kiss, his tongue immediately playing with yours as you continue letting out muffled moans into his mouth, feeling his hard length press and rub against your hips through the thin fabric of his underwear.

And when he rolls his fingertip over your clit yet again, harder, faster this time, you break the kiss, your head falling to the side as a scream leaves you. The coil in your stomach builds up fast, all the tension and ruined orgasms catching up to you as your walls clench hard.

He continues finger fucking you, rubbing your bud skillfully as he watches your face contort in delight, finally cumming all over his digits and palm, your arousal running down your thighs and covering his sheets. Taehyung fingers you through your orgasm as you come down from it, panting hard before he pulls his fingers out to wipe your cum on your stomach in a sloppy line.

Your eyes are closed, your mind in a complete haze and you don’t understand first that he’s talking to you. He grabs your cheeks, his face coming close to yours. “Open your eyes, baby. That was nothing yet. I will completely ruin you.”

Ruin you.

Eyelids opening, you catch the sight of his lips first, turned upwards to a smirk.

“And from now on,” he starts, his finger tracing your cheek, jaw and neck, “keep your eyes on me. Only on me. Understood?”

You nod and he stands - and for the first time in your somewhat clear mind, you take in his lean body. His broad shoulders, beautiful clavicles, and toned skin make you gasp; his thighs are thick and strong. And then you see his erection hard under his shorts, standing there proudly, long and thick, just the perfect size. He pulls the remaining clothing down, and when you see his cock bounce against his stomach, you only stare in awe, drooling as you hold in the plea to finally enter you.

He leans forward, his chest barely touching yours and your gaze follows his. Seeing what he does fills you with excitement, goosebumps forming on your skin as he unexpectedly unties you, your arms falling down as you notice how numb they feel. You rub at your wrists and shake your hands before Taehyung pulls you up into a sitting position, placing a hand on the back of your head as he comes close, his hard cock directly in front of your face.

His free hand strokes his hardness and you subconsciously come closer. And when you notice that your face is only inches away, and that you could practically stick out your tongue and taste the tip, you look up at him, your eyes asking for permission.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks in his baritone voice, mouth parting as his hand moves up and down his cock.

You hesitate, gulping hard. “I want to suck you…”

“You do?”

A nod from you makes his jaw clench before he questions without looking away from you, “Should I let her, Jungkook?”

“You’re the conductor here, Tae,” Jungkook answers, panting heavily, his voice nothing more than a mere whisper.

Taehyung’s tongue darts out to lick his lips as he pulls your head in closer, and you automatically open your mouth, wrapping it around his swollen, reddened head with light pressure.

Carefully sticking out your tongue, your circle his cock, licking at the leaking precum as your eyes never leave his at his own order. Slowly, you take him in deeper, wetting his length with the saliva that has collected in your mouth, the feeling of his veins and smooth skin making you moan against him. The vibrations draw reactions out of him immediately and he briefly closes his eyes and bites his lips before he starts moving his hips.

Starting at a pleasant pace, he soon pounds into you, having you furrow your eyebrows as you try not to gag. Instead, you gasp around him, hands grabbing his thighs to hold on to something as his fist clenches around the bunch of hair tighter, matching the movements of your head with those of his hips.

“You’re such a good girl. Is she always such a good girl, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks in between pants, moaning as he looks at his friend.

“She’s perfect, Tae,” your boyfriend answers, and with a side look, you see that he’s barely holding on - as you know him, he just hasn’t cum yet, because he wants to do so inside you. And suddenly, this aching urge to have him near, touch his comforting warmth grows inside you again, your eyes tearing as you suck Taehyung’s girth, swallowing around him.

But the latter only shifts your focus on him again, his hooded eyes intense, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Again, you mewl, one of your hands wrapping around the parts of him your lips can’t reach, moving up and down as your mouth sucks him harder. You tighten the walls inside, causing him to groan, your tongue rubbing against his throbbing cock as you relish in the sound of his panting.

And then, he yanks your head away, his chest heaving as sweat glistens on his temple, his piercing glare feral, dark, filled with lust and impatience. As he brings himself down, he pushes you into the mattress, signalling that the moment you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived, the game between him and you advancing as he makes himself comfortable between your legs and aligns his cock with your hungry cunt.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demands as he hovers over you, looking just as fucked out as you feel. “Tell me.”

He opens your pussy with his cock, pushing it in just slightly enough to feel him, but not enough in the way you want him to. Your breathing quickens immensely as you try to formulate a sentence, your hands fondling with your breasts driving both of the men crazy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally breathe, the anticipation so intense, you feel your eyes sting.

“Should I?” Taehyung slides in a little deeper and you hiss, but he stops right where his head ends, most of his wet shaft still outside. He looks at Jungkook, and you follow his gaze, eyes widening as you see your boyfriend with his own cock out, the jeans and underwear pushed down to his knees. “Should I fuck her, Jungkook?”

The man in question exhales deeply, head tilting to meet your eyes before he mutters, “Fuck her. She’s waited too long now, Tae.”

“Don’t worry, Kook,” Taehyung reassures before he bottoms out, eliciting a surprised and loud groan out of you as your head snaps to him, “it’ll be your turn very soon.”

You grab the sheets under you when his gaze shifts to you, his eyes too unbelievably dark to be called human, but rather belonging to someone who’d swallow you whole - if he only could. In the light of the candles, only one side of his face gets illuminated, and his expression is wild, thirsty, eager to drink all of you.

And when you see it, you know he’s going all-in at last, unleashing whatever intense desire he has kept in himself all this time. He spreads your legs wider, taking only two seconds before he snaps completely.

“Shit, you feel way too good,” Taehyung states, his eyebrows furrowing from the sensitivity. He leans forward to press a chaste kiss against your mouth, his index finger touching your lips lightly before you part them and suck on his digit seductively.

Letting out a deep growl, his hips pull back nearly entirely before he rams into you with one quick thrust, having you yelp, your whimpers muffled by his finger on your tongue. Repeating the action a few times, he finally leans back again, shooting you a smug smirk before he shifts to get into the best position.

After all the preparation of tying you up, playing with wax, licking and fingering you, your pussy is a hot, leaking mess, ready to take whatever he’d give you now - he knows that as well as you. And he proves it to you when he starts at a merciless pace, not bothering to ease you in further as you’re already too far gone, too much in a headspace that wouldn’t allow you to be able to take slow sex anyway.

Between shaky breaths, you let out sounds you’ve never heard come out of your mouth before. Taehyung is holding your hips so tightly that he is probably bruising them, and his eyes have the hardest time deciding what they should look at: your bouncing tits that are moving so delicately? The picture of his cock pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt as he stretches you completely? Or rather your face that is twisted beautifully, so gorgeous to look at, your hair flowing around you as if it was liquid?

Whatever it is, it spurs him on even more, his mind going blank as his hips fuck you harder on their own sheer will, wrecking you, ruining you entirely. The sweat you see on his forehead, the darkness of the room, Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s pants, the cock twitching inside you - everything comes together and ignites a fire in you so intense that you let out another scream.

“Holy fucking shit, baby,” Jungkook breathes, his hand moving faster around his hardness as his hips thrust into it, his brain empty except for the thought of wanting to finally fuck you sore.

You turn to him again, your mouth open as you watch him jerk off, your arms grabbing Taehyung’s to steady yourself. You don’t get to look at Jungkook for long though before the man in front of you leans down to grab your face again, turning it to him as he growls almost angrily, “I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I?”

He lunges in with two particularly hard thrusts before he pulls out completely, eyeing your messy state as he pulls you up, shifting you so that you find yourself on your knees somehow, your underarms pressing into the mattress when he pushes your torso down.

“But it seems you rather want to look at him - so have it,” he says through gritted teeth, his possessiveness leaving you speechless. Instead of answering, you look at Jungkook, your eyes rolling back when you feel Taehyung enter you once more, his thick cock being wrapped in your sensitive walls again.

And in this position, he reaches you even deeper, not stopping until his whole length is buried inside you before pulling back again, and when he repeats this action hard and fast, it has your body slip forward.

With one smooth motion and his hand grabbing your hips, he pulls you back again, your palms falling flat on the bed as you widen the gap between your legs, your stomach almost touching the sheets.

“Fuck,” you hear Taehyung mutter as he grabs the flesh of your ass, squeezing it hard, “such a good girl. You got yourself such a perfect girl, Jungkook.”

At the sound of his name, your eyes shoot open and you suddenly see him standing, approaching you before he kneels down near the edge of the bed.

Tears collect in your eyes, your body so overwhelmed and torn between love and pleasure that you whimper his name. And when he registers your tone, he grabs your hand with his own while the other cups your cheek affectionately.

“Jungkook…” you whisper again, and you see his doe eyes widen before they glance at Taehyung, signalling him something that you don’t understand.

You feel Taehyung’s pace falter a little, his breath almost heavier than yours as he asks almost panicky, “Safeword? I’m sorry, I got… carried away.”

You shake your head, your head dizzy and eyes falling shut as you clench Jungkook’s hand with both of yours, his name the only thing on your lips before you finally answer, “No. I just- I needed something to hold on to, and…”

Both wait for you to continue and when you don’t, Jungkook lifts your head, looking at you in worry. “And what, baby?”

“I want you, too,” you admit, a sudden, gentle but effective thrust of Taehyung’s hips drawing a moan out of you. “Ah - God, I- I want you both.”

“I know you do, baby,” your boyfriend says as he wipes the hair out of your face, leaning in to kiss you. Then, he looks at his friend again, and you reckon the latter must’ve given him some type of permission, because in the next moment you see Jungkook stand up, removing his shirt and pushing down his jeans and underwear completely.

You look at his swollen tip, the way his hands are stroking his length, twitching in his fist as he hears your lewd sounds again when Taehyung continues fucking into you hard.

“Do you want to take me, baby?” Jungkook asks, his free hand squeezing the shoulder that is not held by Taehyung gently.

“Yes. Please,” you plead, your tongue licking your lower lip as you already feel your pussy tighten. You know it won’t take much anymore to have you slipping off the edge again, to cum around Taehyung’s perfect cock and hear his moans again when you clench around him tightly.

Jungkook grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

And once his cock slides in as much as you can take, Taehyung starts pumping in anew, having your body jerk forward and Jungkook’s cock hitting the back of your throat. You try hard not to gag as you wail, wrapping your lips around his cock as you start to suck - well, in reality, you don’t have to do much at all. Taehyung fucking you raw has your torso move on its own accord, giving all three of you what you’re yearning for right now.

The rumbling around Jungkook’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

“Perfect, Y/N. You’re so beautiful… so hot... doing well - so well, baby,” Taehyung praises, and at his words, a new fire ignites in your belly, the coil tightening as you chase your high.

Your eyes shift to Jungkook’s perfect jaw, and when a loud, questioning sound escapes you, he looks down and pulls back, immediately asking you what’s wrong. And when you tell him you’re close, that you need to come so badly, the men look at each other briefly. A glance at the one behind you shows him grinning, his smile almost gentle and sweet, if there wasn’t this everlasting gloom in his features, the heaving of his toned chest and the sinfulness of his actions.

“You deserve to cum,” he drawls, leaning forward until he almost lays on you, and his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. Goosebumps forming, you feel one of his arms snake around you to grab your tits, pressing and kneading them until he starts moving again. While his thick cock picks up the pace, the long digits of his free hand brush over your stomach until they reach your aching and neglected clit.

Before you can scream again, you grab Jungkook’s cock, burying it in your mouth once again as he lets out a surprised gasp, his breath hitching and abs stiffening.

“Fucking hell, baby. The absolute fucking hell,” he whines when you take him in completely, the pressure on your clit robbing all your sanity as your and Taehyung’s moans become one single, unsteady melody. It seems as if all the light in the world has vanished, leaving back only blurry shadows and you three are the center of the black hole, sucking in all the dark desire in existence.

And at the unholy way your orgasm takes over your body in a blistering sensation, creeping up every inch of your skin as your mind goes blank, you bawl, your mouth drawing back from your boyfriend’s cock as your upper body falls into the mattress with Taehyung against your back. Your heated, fervent chest presses against the sheets, and he growls when he feels your walls clench and release around him, the pressure almost torturous as he bites down into your shoulder hard, fucking into you a few times more until even he can’t take it anymore.

“I- oh, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he only articulates as his arms start to shake around your breasts, his cum finally filling the deepest point of you, painting your velvet walls white, teeth still scraping your skin lightly. Barely registering Jungkook’s voice, your eyes open, noticing how Taehyung is pressing chaste kisses on your back before he pulls out.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks from above as you roll to the side, your damp back hitting the dry sheets.

You’d agreed to a threesome - one that has positively wrecked you until now. But as you think about the past - what, minutes, hours? - you can’t help but feel as if something is still missing. Taehyung has given you all he could, his beautiful body, ministrations and skills throwing you over the brink not once but twice; yet this was a threesome, right? Sucking Jungkook’s cock while he watched most of the time didn’t seem fair - not towards you, him, or the definition of the term that had brought you here.

“I want you, baby,” you declare when he sits down next to you, still naked and unfucked. His eyes widen when your finger traces his buff bicep, following the veins in his arms as you await his answer.

Taehyung lets out a deep laugh. Still seated right beside you, he brings his hand to your sore clit, collecting the leaking cum before he stuffs it back into you, squeezing your folds shut as if this could prevent the liquid from running out. “Seems like she still wants more.”

Jungkook eyes you in a mixture of suspicion and worry, his head tilting slightly before he asks, “Are you sure you can take it?”

“I can always take you,” you answer promptly, knowing fully well that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, your pussy already overstimulated. But why would you care with two gorgeous men by your side, living life in this tasteful and ferocious moment only? “I promise I can.”

And without needing any other invitation, his lips crash down onto yours, grabbing your face affectionately. Your body starts writhing immediately, hands palming his neck as you pull him down to you, pressing yourself against him tightly.

Watching the naked figures of you and Jungkook collide, your tits against his chest, your perfect ass sticking out with your back arched, Taehyung inhales deeply when he feels his cock twitch again. But no matter how much he desires you, he has to hold back now, giving you love doves the chance you haven’t had all night long.

Your tongue melds with Jungkook’s, your hand tugging at his hair until it elicits a moan out of him - and then, when he’s devouring you like his last meal on earth, you pull his head away, looking at his enchanting, shiny gems of eyes as you sigh in excitement, “I’ll ride you.”

And before he can protest, you lift yourself up, straddling him with all the strength you can muster as you sit on his wet cock, some of Taehyung’s cum still dripping out of you and onto Jungkook’s rock hard length. You run your hands over his thick neck, his firm chest, his chiseled abs. You lean down, pressing a tongue-less but hard kiss onto his lips before you back away again, feeling Taehyung’s presence right diagonally behind you on the bed.

You lift your body to align Jungkook’s girth with your longing pussy, rubbing the head against your folds a few times before you slowly sink down, impaled on his cock completely. After being manhandled for quite some time, you decide to take things in your own hands, fucking Jungkook the way you are used to - everything almost the same, except for the fact that his friend is right there. And damn your instincts, if he doesn’t join you both as you’re predicting, the thought spurring you on so much that it alone makes you moan out loud.

“I’ll make you feel good, sweetheart,” you whisper when you move your hips a little, feeling him fill you up just like Taehyung had a few minutes ago. Your burning pussy needs a few soft movements until it gets used to him, and you finally start moving up and down his cock, your eyes closed, your hand gripping one of your tits tightly as you bite your lip.

From where Jungkook is lying, his hands digging into your waist in pleasure, you look astonishing, your mesmerizing features and curves so perfect that one might think you’ve been carved by a professional, a perfect sculpture as it is described in books and seen in museums.

And feeling your hands slide down to hold onto his shoulders as you bounce as if in a fever, he can’t help but feel affection flood through him. “God, you’re so impossibly- mmh… beautiful,” he manages to express, watching the way you swipe your hair over to one side, licking your perfect lips in such a mind-blowing and sexy manner.

“I am?” you ask teasingly - but before you get a comprehensive answer, you suddenly feel Taehyung’s hands on you, palming your breasts from behind as his lips press against your neck.

You gasp in surprise, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he nips at your skin gently, a small smile forming against you before he says, “You truly are.”

Your breath hitches when you feel his newly hardened length poke against your ass and his nimble fingers grabbing your wrists before he pulls your arms behind your back, holding them there while you focus hard on riding Jungkook.

While your arms are - again - situated in place, your free fingers fumble until they find Taehyung’s cock, your mouth twitching into a smirk when you start pumping his hardness. He moans against your cheeks, the pulsating sound echoing in your brain as you fuck Jungkook harder, the man squirming and grimacing under you - and you can see he’s close, all the tormenting situations today probably having edged him enough.

“Hands away,” Taehyung practically orders, pulling his cock away before he positions it between your ass cheeks. Gasping at the contact, you turn to look at him and he immediately claims your lips, kissing you in an indecipherable impatience that wasn’t there before. This is different, his touch is another kind of possessiveness than when he’d started all of this.

And when he releases your lips, he grabs the nape of your neck to push you forwards, bringing your face close to Jungkook’s who has his jaw clenched, clearly trying to delay his orgasm as whines fall out of his mouth. You think he’s trying to say something, but only manages to communicate in vowels and nasal huffs, the words dying in his throat like they often do when he’s inside you.

Meanwhile, Taehyung is rubbing his cock against your slit crazily, obviously having lost all control, not even asking for the safeword anymore - not that you’d use it anyway. And when he removes his fingers from your nape to press into your neck lightly, literally taking your breath away, you feel new cum drool onto your body and down your legs as Taehyung reaches his peak once more, covering your and Jungkook’s skin.

A slap lands on one of your ass cheeks as he finally lets your arms go and as you scream out, you wonder if this was supposed to be a thanking pat or an actual spank. Either way, it tightens the knot in your stomach as you move on your boyfriend’s cock, your pussy feeling sore and your legs soon cramping.

“Jungkook…” you whisper as he removes the hair out of your eyes, cupping your face as his thumb runs over your sweaty temple. “I love you so much, Jungkook. You can let go, baby.”

Taehyung again starts rubbing hasty circles against your clit, all his sudden motions making you yell out in pleasure, and the fact that you don’t see them coming, makes your orgasm approach faster.

And while you’re the one cooing at Jungkook, holding his face, kissing his lips, muttering loving words as you gaze into his beautiful doe eyes that are now filled with thrill - it is also you who tumbles over the border first. The love for him, the passion between you, all the blissful moments catching up to you within seconds, accompanied by these delightful touches of the man behind you, turn your vision white and let you ascend into an unknown space.

“That’s right. Cum all over him, Y/N,” Taehyung says, his hand slowing down as he helps you ride through your orgasm before he pulls back completely.

“I fucking love you, too, baby,” Jungkook whispers against your plush lips, noticing the way you’re slipping into tiredness and consequently rams into you, hard, roughly, chasing his own high. “My precious baby. My gorgeous, beautiful, amazing girl.”

You lean your forehead against his as he continues thrusting up until he finally finds his release, his eyes closing and lips trembling, the firm muscles of his bicep and arms flexing hard. He digs his nails into your flesh, having you whimper in ecstasy when he too cums inside you, mixing his seed with Taehyung’s before he eventually goes limp under you.

His body relaxes under your touch, your fingertips running across his skin soothingly as you whisper love confessions and praises into his ear, telling him just how much he means to you. You don’t quite understand what he mumbles back as he calms down, but you know very well that his words contain more promises, answers to your promises and affectionate declarations.

And now, somehow, it’s over.

Whatever the fuck has happened today, it has eventually reached its end, ending in heavy breaths, aching limbs and all of you lying across the bed to wind down, Jungkook’s cock soft when you finally lift yourself off him.

You are done. Physically and mentally ruined, just as Taehyung had promised, your insides cooling down as you stare at the ceiling, the lights of the candles having become even dimmer now after all the time that has passed.

With your body half dragging itself, half pulled by Jungkook, you clean up with towels and hot water that Taehyung has provided you after you’ve declined to stay the night or use his shower. As much as you’ve enjoyed all of this, this man is dangerous - you can’t guarantee to not wake up to another fuck, another threesome that would absolutely and ultimately destroy you.

After all, you have work in two days.

And when you’re fully dressed, your vision still hazy, brain still foggy, you almost laugh at the way you talk to Taehyung. It’s nearly as if you’re saying your goodbyes to an old friend after hanging out at his place to play video games and watch movies.

His lean and tall frame rests against the white wall in the entryway while Jungkook holds your hand tightly, speaking to his friend about work and what they have to finish before Tuesday. Taehyung’s tone is nonchalant - it practically seems like he doesn’t give a single thought to the fact that he’s been inside you, done all these things to you.

However, as you open the door to step out, ready to talk about this night to Jungkook in detail, he shoots you a look as one of his eyebrows raises. “Come whenever you want. My door is always open for you two.”

You feel yourself gulp, chest tightening when you finally nod and wave goodbye, his stare still lingering on where you’ve stood long after you’re gone.

Your gaze is fixed on the ceiling and by now you’ve stared so long at the illuminated stars that Jungkook put there months ago, it feels like they’re burned in your eyes. And when he turns around to wrap an arm around your waist, moving the bed as a consequence, you blink, seeing the pictures of the fake plastic sky behind your eyelids.

“Why are you still awake?” he mumbles against your cheek before his lips press a soft kiss onto it, pulling you closer into him.

You sigh as you engulf in his warmth, slight goosebumps forming on your skin, although the room has been heated for two hours. “I was… just thinking. About today.”

He chuckles quietly before he asks, “Yeah? You really did like it, huh?”

“I mean…” you start, turning sideways to press yourself flush against him, “you kept saying he might do something different than you. Something you could learn. So, did it change anything?”

Jungkook presses his lips together and thinks, images of tonight coming back. “I guess so. Though, I’d find it hard in the beginning… all that wax stuff. It was fucking hot, but I’d be too scared to hurt you.”

“No need. It was hot. But also, don’t do what you’re not comfortable with, baby,” you tell him, brushing his nose with your own, lips just inches away.

“You are, though. I mean, for maximum effect we could just go back to Taehyung again.” He says it in such a serious tone, his voice steady, fingers ghosting over your skin, that you think he might not be joking.

“Are you joking?” you speak your thoughts, but he doesn’t budge, doesn’t grin, laugh or smile.

Instead, he shakes his head before he nibbles at the shell of your ear, goosebumps intensifying. “I’m not. It was sexy to watch - and you obviously had fun with both of us. From what I’ve seen, he was completely fucked out, too. So, why not?”

Most of the times, the positions had clearly been beneficial especially for Taehyung - you just now realize that you couldn’t quite see his face often enough to describe and confirm what Jungkook is narrating right now.

“Why? How? You don’t have a problem with this at all?” you ask him in surprise - agreeing to it once was one thing, but him wanting it again, after it has happened? After seeing what Taehyung is capable of doing? It astounds you.

He wipes the hair out of your face as he brings his lips closer to yours, kissing you passionately, but harmlessly before he answers, “It made you feel good. And all I want is for you to feel good. I know it’s me who you’ll stay with - and whatever Taehyung does to you, you’re mine.”

And that you are. There is no doubt about this and no insecurity in you that would say otherwise or deny his statement.

But as you start to doze off, filled with love that is targeted towards the man in your arms, you feel the ache in your thighs, in your wrists, in your stomach and in your heart - and the last thing you hear before you finally slip off, is the ungodly, deep voice of Taehyung, the whisper of the same five words that had hypnotized you, lured you in further today.

“I will completely ruin you.”

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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confusion.

that’s all daichi felt as he stumbled from yachi’s office after he finished his interview, the dim light coming from the sunset washing the hallway in a layer of color.

he wasn’t sure what to expect at first when he’d been called in, the previous members downright refusing to share what they’d discussed, but he had heard whispers that whatever you talked about was... bad.

you’d disappeared into your room after your interview, refusing to let anyone but atsumu in and even then, atsumu came out of his time with you looking worse for wear. neither of you joined the rather tense game night and it was clear the others were worried, but daichi just couldn’t understand why.

why were all the other house members (besides osamu) suddenly so invested in you and your well-being? contrary to popular belief, daichi was not dumb — he knew this was a long time coming, more of the people who he thought were his friends abandoning him to join you.

well maybe not just you, but they seemed to spend an awful lot of time and energy on the woman who’d destroyed meiko’s life. he just couldn’t make sense of it.

he was even more thrown when sugawara, his best friend, joined the trend and stopped talking to him, supporting you to the fullest and avoiding him at every turn. it felt wrong, somehow, that koushi was no longer by his side but he didn’t know what to do about it.

they clearly had a difference in beliefs — sugawara was hard pressed to believe that meiko was some kind of horrible person and daichi... well daichi loved her. he knew he did.

these thoughts overwhelmed him to the point where he was unable to sleep, tossing and turning while his mind raced to unravel the mystery of what was going on in the house.

“fuck,” daichi sighed as he glanced over at his alarm clock with bleary eyes. it read 2:57a and he let out a loud groan. there was no way he’d be able to sleep like this. he wracked his brain for something, anything, to help and he came up with a memory of akaashi telling him that a warm mug of chamomile would send anyone right to sleep.

letting out another sigh, daichi stood to his feet and trudged out of his room and towards the kitchen, ready to finally get some aid but as he approached, the sound of soft voices hit his ears.

on the couch sat you and koushi; you were wearing an oversized shirt (that must have belonged to bokuto) and colorful pajama pants (his guess was that they were kenma’s) and koushi was wearing old sweats and a hoodie. he looked shaken up about something, his eyes rimmed red as he muttered something to you, whatever was said prompting you to reach out and pull him into a hug.

daichi felt like he was intruding and severely out of place, his mind screaming at him to just turn around and go back to his room but he knew if he did, he’d never sleep, his mind full of even more questions than he had before.

so instead, he chose to clear his throat loudly as he walked further into the room, the sound frightening the both of you and causing you to let go of one another.

you shot daichi an uneasy, tired smile as you stood, before patting koushi on the shoulder and leaving the room. sugawara watched you go the entire time with metaphorical stars in his eyes and his heart on his sleeve. daichi repressed the urge to roll his eyes, instead turning toward the kitchen to prepare himself some tea.

to his surprise, sugawara didn’t leave the room. he actually made his way to the kitchen and sat at the counter, watching daichi fill up the kettle and place it on the stove.

the silence wasn’t awkward or oppressive but it was heavy, the unasked questions hanging over them in the air. it was daichi who chose to break it.

“so, what was that about?” he winced at the state of his voice, cracky and weak but he powered through, chancing a glance at his old friend.

sugawara looked tired but also defeated, like he was simultaneously expecting that question and wishing that it hadn’t been asked. “i was apologizing.”

daichi knew he was staring incredulously now but he couldn’t help it. suga was apologizing? for what? what could he possibly apologize for? when he voiced this, koushi scoffed and turned away.

“are you kidding? we have so much to apologize for. we all treated her like shit.”

“but doesn’t she deserve that? she hurt meiko deeply!”

“nobody deserves what we did! nobody! god, daichi, yn has done so much for me and—“

“like what, hm? what exactly has she done for you?”

“i... i can’t tell you that.”

“can’t or won’t?”

the room fell into silence, a stark contrast to the shouting that had been taking place just moments before. both men were warring with themselves and suga was the one to give in.

“meiko assaulted me, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?” koushi’s voice sounded so weak, so broken, and daichi saw red.

“...what?” the words were uttered low and disbelieving as daichi clenched his hands into fists to keep them from quivering with rage.

suga ran a hand through his sliver locks before shaking his head. “i really don’t want to talk about this with you, daichi.”

“but you’ll talk about it with her.”

“fuck off, that’s not fair and you know it,” koushi spat, pushing himself to his feet as he was readying himself to leave. he looked so hurt that daichi couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his arm gently.

“i know... i’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, his brown eyes shining with unshed tears and sincerity. he just wanted suga to open up to him, for them to go back to the way they used to be but he was different now. they both were.

koushi shook his head softly and gingerly removed himself from daichi’s hold. “i’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he whispered before turning and disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.

daichi was alone. again. he sniffed and wiped his eyes to get rid of any residual tears as he moved back to the kitchen to finish making his tea. not that it would do him any good—the information he was just given would definitely keep him up until morning.

he was having a difficult time processing what had just occurred and yet, he knew he was in the wrong on multiple occasions. he’d abandoned his best friend in his time of need and sided with his attacker. daichi couldn’t even claim that he was suga’s friend anymore with what he’d done. no, he’d earn back his place. he just needed to figure out how to make things right.

whatever it takes.

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whatever it takes

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jade-parcels · 4 years ago

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The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

~~~~~~~~~~gahhhh I hope u enjoyed! I also REALLY CANNOT THINK OF A NAME FOR THIS MINISERIES --> if anyone can think of something pls inbox me!!! ~~~~~~~~

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rubyinasnuggie · 4 years ago

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Random Headcanons No One Asked For:

-Both Ruby and Weiss are left handed

--Yang was 100% prepared to tease them about it when Blake very pointedly uses her left hand to write something

--Blake is ambidextrous

--which makes Yang the only right-handed one on the team

--until the fall of beacon oops

-Ren is fully color blind

--once baby Nora figured that out, she made it her mission to explain to him what colors are based on other sensations (sue me I love this trope)

--she describes pink as the quiet comfort they share in each other's presence

--Ren finally sees color for the first time when his semblance upgrades, and he can finally see the pink petals with Nora

-Blake likes to climb on things and find random nooks and crannies to read

--it turns into a game of reverse hide-and-seek when someone needs her: depending on how urgent it is the entire squad will drop everything and look for her

-team STRQ won the Vytal tournament their first year, specifically Summer was the champion

--Yang was more upset about the disqualification than she'd ever admit, because she secretly imagined Summer was out there somewhere watching the tournament, proud of her babies

-Tai pulled himself out of his depression by gardening: having a routine helped him, so he encouraged baby Ruby and Yang to get similar gentle hobbies

-Ruby raises chickens at home

--she very lovingly feeds them corn and calls them her ladies

--Yang affectionately calls them creatures and cluckers and other such rude things to get a rise out of Ruby

-Ruby deeply wants a cow

--this is her one and only retirement dream

--although honestly she can never imagine herself living past her 20s

-Yang struggled with picking a hobby, she gets bored easily and hates the expected

--its only post-Beacon that she understands the benefits of a routine

--thats why she ends up with a ton of chores, just some structure to help her through the day

-Ruby will drink any type of milk, but Strawberry milk is her favorite

-Sun is allergic to bananas but he doesn't know

--he thinks bananas are supposed to be spicy

-Weiss loves sour apple

-Pyrrha loves chocolate almonds

-Yang thinks fish are creepy, she just generally doesn't love the ocean

--she thinks Neptune is a little clown though

-Oscar gets dressed by putting on his left sock, left boot, then his right sock and right boot

--RNJR made it their mission to interrupt him during this just to see him walk around with one boot on

-Ruby likes to bake, it's one of the few solid memories she has of her mom

--one night Weiss was feeling homesick and Ruby taught her how to make mug cakes

--"its probably not that good compared to your cake butler, but it's pretty simple, and I like them!"

--Weiss secretly makes them at least once a week, even back home in Atlas

-Weiss has taken flight lessons, at one point Ironwood really pushed for her to become a pilot in the military

-Blake has a field journal of the different types of Grimm she's encountered

--team RWBY & JNPR have spent several nights sitting in a circle talking and adding to the journal

--while traveling across Anima, Ruby sketched and took notes on all the Grimm she saw, just in case she ever found Blake again

-Weiss collects rocks

--no, not crystals. actual rocks

--shes rarely spent time in the real outside, but whenever she has, she picks up little rocks and puts them in her pocket before anyone can see

-Jaune never actually stopped writing left and right on the bottom of his shoes actually

-Weiss had never been allowed to paint her nails as a kid, she'd always get weekly French manicures instead

--by the second semester at Beacon, Ruby, Weiss, Nora, and Ren would have weekly manicure nights where they'd paint each other's nails

--there were several times they'd rope the rest of the teams into it, especially during the Vytal tournament where they'd write team names on their nails

--during the singles round they'd write Yang on one hand and Pyrha on the other

--"we couldn't make it fit without cutting one of the R's!"

-Pyrrha and Weiss became each other's default plus one's for fancy events, to the point people began to speculate that the two were dating

--Jaune was somehow jealous of them both and it was very confusing to him since he had poor self awareness

-Yang cuts Ruby's hair, but after she lost her arm she lost the fine motor skills to do a good job, so Blake started to do it

-Blake is always there to help Yang with her phantom pains and residual limb pain

--she helps massage Yang's arm while leaning close and purring

--Yang cried the first time Blake did this because she's not used to being taken care of

-Nora never gets sick and is the designated nurse when a bug goes around the teams

--the electricity incident was the first time Nora has ever been bed-ridden

-Weiss took ballet as a child

-Jaune is actually pretty good at the guitar

-Pyrrha is not musically inclined at all its a miracle she managed to do the iconic JNPR shine dance

--jk but actually she's a decent dancer when she has the steps choreographed for her but she has no natural rhythm

-in the last few months before Pyrrha's death, she and Jaune would waltz on top of the roof together

--there were several almost kisses

--maybe a few successful kisses who knows

-there are occasions (obv extremely rare) when Ren actually takes the bulk of the energy from Nora

--this leads to thrilling game nights where Ren makes multiple 40pt remnant-equiv-of-scrabble plays while Nora naps

-Oscar is the only person who can beat Ren in scrabble, although it's very closely matched

-Oscar is amazing at chess and will play it against himself like a little square

-Yang and Ruby are experts at the tabletop war game they play in the library

--9 times out of 10, the winner is one of them

-Oscar is the only one who also knew about Compost King, which was very exciting for Jaune

--Compost King is a common game night activity while they were in Haven because its so hard to say no to Oscar

-Yang is a straight-A student and has always been

-Blake never had any formal education and she finds a lot of the classes incredibly dull or ineffective at teaching the material

--she's always the one convincing Yang to skip a class and lie in the sun-warmed grass with her

--she still gets Bs easily

-Oscar is a very fast reader and will devour any book he's given

--his aunt would frequently bring home books from town just to keep him entertained

-Ruby has suffered from migraines and nightmares her entire life, post-Beacon they only got worse

-Weiss shops at local dust stores whenever she can, even though she could get shipments for free

--however she does have Ron Swanson's "I know more than you" energy when she's shopping

-Blake and Ren will sometimes take naps together

--not cuddling, just occupying the same general space

--wake them up at your own risk

-if Ruby isn't engaged with something, she can start to scatter and dissolve into rose petals

--its a very slow process and someone has always snapped her out of it before she's fully vanished, but Yang is worried about what would happen if no one caught her in time

-Ren is afraid of horses

-Blake hates being cold

-Yang naturally radiates heat cause semblance duh

-Weiss glued the tiniest gravity crystals to the underside of Ruby's bed to ensure it never falls

-JNPR likes to push their beds all together so they can sleep in one big pile

-Nora can only sleep if she's holding someone's hand

Hope u guys enjoyed! These are in no particular order, sorry that I kinda jumped around a lot 😅

Feel free to reblog and add your own ideas and headcanons! ❤

#rwby #jnpr #oscar pine #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #lie ren #rwby headcanons #rwby headcanon #rwby thoughts #bumbleby #renora #rwby redesign #long post #im sorry

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot.

Fushiguro Megumi

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu.

-Like a lot.

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces.

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know.

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others.

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other.

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured.

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on.

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal.

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though.

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did.

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now.

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone.

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one.

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck.

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service.

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission.

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it.

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing.

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed.

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that.

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal.

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time.

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials.

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand.

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you.

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep.

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship.

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time.

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must.

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one.

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day.

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist.

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon.

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms.

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle.

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones.

-His favorite is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo.

-He is ready to rip his ears off.

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend.

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*.

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless.

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried.

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping.

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it.

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles.

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles???

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions.

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit.

-Real party crasher.

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses.

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public.

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist.

-It’s a physical need.

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay.

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions.

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means.

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all.

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed.

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart.

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window.

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin.

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours.

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage.

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure.

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes.

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame.

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers.

-Fuck him, literally.

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease.

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning.

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day.

-It’s his main goal really.

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break.

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones.

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50.

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days.

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness.

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash.

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder.

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you.

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder.

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy.

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him.

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day.

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay.

-Talks everyone’s ear off.

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them.

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you.

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer.

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes.

-Gojo hates them for that.

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time.

-You are really grateful for him in those moments.

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe.

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer.

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him.

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses.

-Adores seeing you in his clothes.

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house.

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt.

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged.

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can.

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses.

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him.

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londonalozzy · 4 years ago

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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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shoutogepi · 5 years ago

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Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 9.2k

[ ☁︎, ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+) ] (v lowkey angst//fluff)

themes : virgin!Shouto, experienced!reader (well, more than Sho anyway lol), praise kink?, lil baby couples quarrel, make up sex, and also he’s kinda hung lmfao idk if that’s relevant 💀

bio : You can’t help but notice that every time things start to heat up with your Pro-Hero boyfriend, he shuts you down. After politely ignoring his initial rejections, your frustrations build up, and you decide to confront him.

author’s note : so this fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely astrid ( @todoscript ), who is becoming my cherished shouto confidante! we didn’t talk about it for very long, and it was awhile ago... but my brain would not move on so… this happened. i figured if i’m going to type so much about him i may as well write a fic. thanks for listening to my constant yelling, hope you enjoiii <3

side note : both shouto and reader are meant to be young adults in this fic!! i was thinking somewhere around 25-30 (i didn’t specify the age in the fic) but i thought i would make note of this as that’s considered “old” to still have your v-card, by American society at least (hence why sho kept that info from reader)

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🅃he first time it happened, you tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made a move.

The last few of your friends had finally departed from the Saturday game night you had thrown, leaving just you, Shouto, and the slow, hot tango of your tongues. You hadn’t seen each other all week— with him being busy with his hero work, and you being busy with your comparatively-mundane job, you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you would have liked. Although it was an obstacle for your relationship, you were both young adults as well as devoted professionals, which allowed the two of you to remain on the same page most of the time. It was typical for you to text and call one another for a few hours after work (granted you both had the time to spare) before passing out mid-conversation, your phone screen still lit up and gentle snores exchanged through the speakers. But like any sane girlfriend, having him in person, right in front of you, was always your favorite.

What had started as a peck had quickly evolved into a full on make-out session— Shouto had pulled you halfway onto his lap when you tried to move back from your initially-stealthy kiss, an appreciative hum rumbling through him as his large hands cupped around your face. You didn’t fight him as he brought your lips back to his, and you failed to stop him when those very same hands began to glide down your back, parking just above your ass. His fingers had gradually started to fiddle with the tops of your jeans, thumb running over the denim and dipping down to graze against your skin through your thin blouse.

Yet when your hands slipped underneath the bottom of his shirt, he pulled back from you, heterochromatic eyes guarded as he removed your hands. You had immediately picked up on his reluctance, and threw yourself off of him onto the other side of the couch, embarrassment scorching the back of your neck. Shouto left not long after that, for you had made up some lousy excuse that you were tired and would like to go to sleep, when sleep was really the opposite of your innermost desires.

This would have been all fine and good— because consent was consent after all, and you had no intentions of pushing him to do something he was uncomfortable with— had the same thing not happened just two weeks later. There you were thinking it would be a cute, coupley evening of watching movies and tossing popcorn at each other, resting your head against his shoulder and being content with just that— when then all of the sudden he was pinning you onto the sheets and kissing you til you couldn’t breathe. His hands, once again, wandered all over your clothed torso, palms mapping out each dip and curve as his tongue entertained yours in your mouth.

You were hesitant to kiss him at first, recalling how you had horrifically killed the mood last time, but as his advances became more passionate, you slowly allowed your defenses to slip back, excitement building inside of you. It was only when your legs tightened around his waist, your core brushing up along his thigh and causing you to let out the softest moan did he pull back. That same calm, cool expression was on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider than usual. There was also the tiniest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks, his lips parted as he gathered himself. It was rather awkward after that— neither of you really knew what to say— so you crawled back to your spot and sat in silence for the rest of the movie, your hands eventually wandering out to hold onto each other. After sharing a soft kiss and exchanging “goodnight”s, you returned to your place, ready for an extra long appointment with your vibrator.

Unfortunately for you, this became a common occurrence. It wasn’t that you hated the steamy make-out sessions with your as-hot-as-they-come boyfriend, no— you thoroughly enjoyed them. The part that you absolutely loathed was returning to your place with your panties soaked all the way through, your sexual frustration meter only climbing higher and higher.

You loved your boyfriend! And of course you respected his wishes. You would wait for however long he wanted, because you wanted your first time together to be special. But fuck, did he have to heat you up just to leave you hanging every time? If he wanted to wait, then fine! But, God, what had you done to deserve this torture? You couldn’t get past first base— you’d never even rubbed your body erotically against his except for that time on his bed, and that was by accident!

And that was what you told the ladies during your Thursday night all-girl conference call, finally needing to vent and get this selfish feeling off your chest. It had been a long time coming, quietly brewing over the many instances of him stunting your advances that you came to a realization.

Enough was enough! You were going to ask him why he wouldn’t go any further with you, and whatever his answer may be, at least you would know what he was thinking! You felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, the girls cheering you on and wishing you luck as you said goodbye, ready to confront him.

— - — - — - — - —

Now that you’re standing here in front of his door, it seems like a foolish plan you’ve made. Your heart is beating out of your chest, thumping frantically against your ribcage as your fist is frozen in the air, knuckle about to connect with the door. Your stomach feels tight and low, throat dry with apprehension as your brain runs through every possible outcome. What would he say once you ask him your question?

Perhaps your breath stinks and it turns him off? Or maybe he doesn’t like the perfume you wear— or is it the way you dress that he doesn’t like? What if the reason he always stops you… is because he’s not sexually attracted to you?

Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him pop a boner during your tongue wrestling matches, and the realization nearly causes your soul to leave your body. Even though the thought horrifies you, you try your best to reassure yourself that’s not the case. You had caught Shouto checking you out on multiple occasions, his eyes igniting a delicious heat on your skin. Whatever the case, you’re in this too deep to chicken out now. So with that, you let your knuckles rap on the door, steeling your nerves.

There’s a moment of quiet shuffling before your boyfriend opens the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. His hair is wet and freshly washed, shining droplets collecting at the ends and making him appear even more handsome than usual. The gray tee thrown over his broad shoulders has damp spots from the runoff, and you take a second to admire the way his chest looks in the clingy material. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice alone causing goosebumps to rise along your forearms.

You allow him to guide you into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him quietly. “Hi Sho,” you greet back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him.

Shouto chuckles against your eager lips, long arms gathering you into his chest. When he pulls away, he tucks your head underneath his chin, placing another kiss on your crown. “I missed you.”

Your heart throbs, happiness surging through you and butterflies bursting into your stomach. “I missed you more,” you reply playfully, burying your face between his broad pecs and inhaling his warm, wintery scent. The smell of fresh detergent lingers on the fabric, mixing with his clean aroma and making your tummy flip in circles.

“Impossible,” Shouto quips back, holding your waist tight as he dips you backwards just enough for your feet to leave the ground before he presses his lips to yours again, rendering you breathless. He pulls you back upright after a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face as you try to remember what you were talking about before. “Come in, sit down. I was just finishing up some work, I’ll get you something to drink.”

Following his instruction, you move further into his apartment, gravitating toward the couch and inspecting the files laid out on the coffee table before you. The words blur together for you, the foreign hero work forms long and in what might as well be another language. You lean back onto the cushions as Shouto returns, a glass of water in his hand. Frost forms on the glass as he hands it to you, taking a seat beside you with his knee brushing against yours. You smile at his consideration, taking a small sip even though you’re not really thirsty.

“Was there something you came over here for specifically, love? Forgive me if I’ve forgotten, but I don’t believe we had plans?” He’s looking directly at you, eyes locked with yours as his hand comes to land on the top of your knee. Even just an innocent movement like that has you on alert, your breath catching in your throat as he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Uh… no reason,” you answer lamely, crumbling under the pressure of his watchful eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

Shouto’s gaze lingers on you carefully, and for a second you feel like you’ve been caught in a trap. But he lets it go, his lips forming a soft smile as he lays his arm around your shoulders. “Well, I’m glad to see you too,” he replies honestly. His fingers caress your arm as his hand falls down to your waist, and he leans in to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his affection, mouth curving in content. “So, what would you like to do?” Shouto asks as he shuffles the files away into their manilla envelopes, creating a neat pile in the far corner of the table. He leans back into the cushions, fingers fondly stroking at your side. “We could go out to eat? We could try this new bar afterwards, too, it’s across from my agency. If you’re alright to go out.”

You can’t focus on his words, really— you’re too lost in your own thoughts. Why does he have to touch you like this every time, when if you act on it, he’ll only push you away? You’ve been together for a long while now, and still, he doesn’t take initiative to further your relationship. Every bone you’ve thrown his way has been perfectly deflected, with no sign of weariness from him. If he doesn’t want you, is it because he’s not into you anymore?

An ugly thought rears its head in the midst of your anxiety’s dark clouds.

Maybe he never was.

Taking your silence as an answer, Shouto continues on, looking towards the kitchen over his shoulder. “Or we could buy groceries and make dinner. I think I have bok choy in the fridge, but we’ll have to buy some meat. And noodles, if you want those instead of rice. I’m sure I have that sesame sauce you like, I—” He pauses as you grab his hand, your fingers looping tight around his warm palm, sliding them to rest on your thigh.

With the summer just fading into fall, you were wearing something to showcase the smooth expanse of your thighs, and as you guide his hand to touch your soft skin, a delicate blush blooms across Shouto’s cheeks. The flustered expression on his face only goads you on, and you lean in to capture his lips.

A muffled noise escapes him, your hand coming up to touch his jaw and rub your thumb against his chin. It only takes him a moment to recalibrate before his free hand rises and copies your actions, gliding down the back of your neck before pulling your face closer to his.

You run your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he swiftly grants you access as his lips move to follow yours. He tastes like mint and sweet herbs, the tea he was entertaining before you came lingering on his tongue. His hand slips out of yours to curl around your waist, grabbing onto your hip and squeezing. As your kisses start getting heavier and slower, your once-occupied hand moves to land on his chest, your thumb pushing into the tender muscle located there. His flesh jumps beneath your touch, but he allows you to continue groping at him through his shirt, his own hands beginning to knead at you. Before you know it, your knee swings over his thighs and you’re hovering on top of his lap, not sitting down on him just yet as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in.

You can notice the change— you’ve faced this exact scenario many times before. Shouto’s hands freeze up, locking into their current position, and he only returns your passionate kisses, not allowing his body much more movement than that. You try to just keep kissing him, but all the doubts and fears quickly pile up inside of you, and you pull away from him. You can’t even look at him. You’re too scared to speak, and too reluctant to get off of him, only leaning back to create a divide between his face and yours. Trying to hide your face before he can see your defeated expression, you dive into his chest, arms folding tight around his neck.

Shouto’s still frozen in place, but he seems to sense your distress. His arms slowly circle around your waist, fingers moving to trace up and down your spine. He softly exhales against your hair, letting out the breath he was holding in ever since you swung onto his lap. “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks quietly after a brief pause, his voice soft and low, soothing to your wary ears. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today…”

After a long pause, you sigh, trying your best not to get emotional. “It’s just…” I’m so fucking attracted to you but you won’t let me touch you, you want to say, but you’re too terrified to say it aloud. What can you even say to him that would be better than that?

Shouto’s arms around you squeeze gently, indicating his patience in awaiting your answer. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips grazing over your ear and placing a discreet kiss there. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

You let out a soft sniffle and Shouto pulls you tighter into his chest, his heart cracking at your sound of sadness. But his words bring a surprising amount of comfort to you, and you clear your throat before you lean back again, looking into his two-toned irises. His gaze is sympathetic, his eyes holding a visible amount of affection and support. “Well, I…”

He nods slightly, leaning forward to show his encouragement. “Go ahead, love…”

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

It comes out more high-pitched than you would’ve liked, but at least it’s out— and he definitely heard you, judging from the wide-eyed shock painted across his face.

“Am I— What?” He stutters, his head tilting automatically in confusion. “I— of course I’m attracted to you, I’m… you’re my girlfriend.” Shouto looks at you incredulously, his arms falling to his side so that only his hands remain on your hips. “You’re the most attractive person I know, love. You’re gorgeous, inside and out,” he elaborates. “The whole package.”

His compliments butter you up, a small smile forming on your lips as you shyly look to your hands folded in your lap. “Not the whole package…” you mumble, squirming slightly as his hands come to hold either side of your face.

“Yes, the whole package,” he insists, nuzzling your nose against his. “Beautiful,” he declares as he kisses your cheek.

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

Your heart beats excitedly in your chest, thumping loudly against your ribs with each compliment.

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

“Sexy?” you blurt it out just as he swoops in to press his lips to yours.

Shouto falters, pulling back just a hair as he looks at you in shock. “S-Sexy?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but by the way his cheeks and ears are tinged a bright pink, it’s clear your suggestion was a bit too much for him.

The way he stutters out the adjective in confusion has your heart tearing in two. “Y-You don’t…?”

You’re staring directly at him, his wide eyes locked with yours and his body frozen to the couch. His lips are slightly parted, but no words come out of him.

Silence.

This is not how you want this conversation to go— you aren’t prepared for it to go like this. The tears you had successfully fought off before come back with vengeance.

Only once Shouto sees you hang your head in embarrassment, your eyes getting glassier by the second, he springs into action. “Hey, no, that’s not…” he starts to speak, sounding more worried by the second. His hand goes to cup your face, the warmth of his quirk evident in his touch as his finger dries over a fresh track of tears on your cheek. “I… of course I think you’re sexy, love. I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise… You don’t think I know how sexy you are?”

You can only reply with a lame shrug, unwilling to let his eyes meet yours as you hide your face behind your curtain of hair. You try to slide off his lap, ready to retreat to the bathroom and wipe away your pathetic tears, but Shouto doesn’t let you move away from him, his arms locking tight around your waist and forcing you to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is… a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine.

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

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wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :)

as always, thanks for reading! 💗

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