#also thanks for coming by! you swing around every few weeks or so & its always a pleasure <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

waitimcomingtoo · 3 years ago

Text

Wicked Game

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

chapter one: somebody like you

series masterlist

“Strippers here!” Harry Holland, co chair of the Delta Nu fraternity house shouted over his shoulder when he opened the door. Behind him, a party was in full swing, making your throat go dry.

“Hilarious. Where’s Harrison?” Your roommate, Peyton, asked as she linked her arm through hers.

“Last I saw him he was carrying kegs to the kitchen.” Harry shrugged.

“Thanks. Move.” Peyton slipped her hand into yours and pushed past Harry. You held on tightly to her hand as she pulled you through the house. Frat parties at your college were known to be over the top, especially at Delta Nu. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a party, but Peyton practically dragged you away from your desk and forced you to come.

“There he is.” She spotted Harrison. “Come on.”

“Wow. Nice of you to finally show up.” Harrison said as you and Peyton walked up to him.

“Yeah well it took me a minute to get this one out of the dorm.” Peyton said without ever dropping your hand.

“Who’s this?“ Harrison nodded towards you.

“Are you kidding?” Peyton asked him.

“Dude, we’ve met like 6 times.” You said.

“We have?” Harrison looked you up and down as he scratched his head.

“This is Y/n. My roommate.” Peyton stated like it was obvious. “I swear, you don’t listen to a word I say.”

“I’m the one you’re always kicking out so you two can do that whatever is it that you do.” You reminded him.

“Ohhhh. I do know you.” Harrison remembered. “Sorry, I’ve just never seen you not hunched over a desk.”

Wow. Just how every girl wants to be described. Hunched.” You smiled tightly and gave Peyton a look.

“This is a woman in STEM.” Peyton said as she put her hands on your shoulders. “She does not hunch. She slouches.”

“She also doesn’t want to be here.” You chimed in. “Can I please go?”

“Come on. Live a little. We don’t let just anybody into this party.” Harrison said as he handed you and Peyton a red solo cup.

“I can see that. Lot of white guys in here.” You noted as you looked around.

“That’s not true.” Harrison scoffed and looked around. Harrison realized you were right and his smile fell.

“Oh shit. Sam! Get over here. Its happening again!” He called and ran off to find Sam.

“Can I go now? You found Harrison. I don’t need to be here.” You said to Peyton once you were alone again.

“Why? So you can go back to the room and study? It’s Friday night. You have been studying your ass off all week. You should stay and have some fun.” Peyton smiled encouragingly as she played with the ends of your hair.

“I have a calculus midterm on Monday and a lab due tomorrow night.” You whined. “I can’t be wasting time here. Plus, I can see like 12 health code violations in this room alone.”

“I know. We can’t have fairy lights because it’s a “safety hazard” but frat houses can have literal weapons hanging on the walls?” She rolled her eyes and nodded towards the swords mounted on the wall beside you.

“I’m back. Did you miss me?” Harrison asked as he slung an arm around Peyton.

“I did.” Peyton smiled at him.

“I didn’t.” You mumbled.

“You’re in luck Y/n. I brought a friend with me.” Harrison told you as he pushed a boy forward. The boy had a backwards cap on and smirk on your face, the kind that immediately made you roll your eyes.

“Hey. I’m Tom.” He nodded at you as he unapologetically checked you out.

“And I’m gonna head out. Thanks for the drinks.” You smiled tightly and handed your cup back to Harrison. As you were walking towards the door, you felt your phone buzz. You pulled it out and found a text from Peyton.

“Please don’t go! I’m not gonna stay long and I really don’t want to walk back to our dorm alone :((((((“ She had sent you. You let out a sigh and stopped walking. You didn’t want to stay at the party, but you couldn’t let her walk home alone.

“I’ll be downstairs. don’t get pregnant!!!!” You texted.

“I won’t!!!!!” She sent back. A few seconds later, she texted you again.

“I might!!!!” It read, making you laugh. You walked back into the house and found a somewhat quiet hallway. You pushed your way past a few people making out and nestled into a corner. You pulled your dress down to make it longer, which just made it lower up top. Party clothes made you deeply uncomfortable so you covered yourself with your arms and pulled out your phone.

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

“Don’t bother.” You said without looking up from your phone.

“Don’t bother with what?” Tom played dumb as he looked you up and down.

“With me. It’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” He continued to play dumb as he leaned in a little closer. You gave him a look before stepping away from him.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you’re as dumb as you look. I mean just because our roommates are off somewhere getting hepatitis c, it doesn’t mean you and I are gonna hook up.” You said as you went back to your phone.

“Who said I wanted to hook up with you?” Tom shrugged. “You’re kinda mean and kinda hurt my feelings just now.”

“Isn’t that how this thing works?” You asked him. “She brings a friend, me, to keep his friend, you, busy while they sneak off to do god knows what in this hell house?”

“For your information, love, this is a highly respected establishment.” Tom stated. “You are standing in the universities longest running and most awarded fraternity. It is not a hell house.”

As soon as Tom finished his sentence, a light fell down from the ceiling. A group of girls ran by you, the one in the middle puking on the ground. A boy started sliding down the banister and fell off halfway, landing on the ground with a hard thud.

“That almost never happens.” He told you, making you laugh. You decided to let your guard down just a little and look up at him.

“Okay. Sorry I was so rude. I just assumed you were an asshole.” You admitted.

“Aw. You did? You thought that about little old me?” He smiled and held his hand over his heart. You laughed a little as another guy in a frat shirt came up to the two of you.

“Tom we need more kegs out-“

Tom shoved him away by his face before leaning on the wall beside you.

“So do you have a name?” He smiled. “Or should I just call you rude goth girl crashing my party.”

“I’m Y/n. And I’m not goth.”

“I’m sorry. I just assumed you were goth.” Tom held you his hands in defense.

“Why?”

“Because you’re dressed like a witch.” He shrugged, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“Wearing a black dress does not automatically mean I’m dressed like a witch.” You insisted.

“In your opinion.” He said out of the corner of his mouth. His tone was playful, so you smiled a little.

“What was your name again?” You asked him.

“Tom. But my frat brothers call me T-bag.”

“Well since I’m not one of your frat brothers, I’m gonna stick with Tom. Do I want to know why they call you that?”

“No. You do not.” He smiled and shot you a wink.

“I figured.”

“Do you really think I look dumb, by the way? Because I thought turning my hat backwards would show how innovative and creative I am.” He said as he gestured to his hat.

“I don’t know.” You clicked your tongue. “Let me see the logo.“

“No logo. It’s just gray.” He said as he took the hat off to show you.

“Just gray?” You laughed. “Then why wear it?”

“So I can give it to pretty girls to mark my territory.” He smiled as he put the hat on your head.

“Mark your territory? Wow. That’ll do it. That will do it.” You blew out a breath and started to walk away.

“I didn’t mean it like that, love. No.” Tom laughed as he pulled you back towards him by the hand.

“You were doing so well too.” You told him. “Like shocking well. Then you said that.”

“I meant so that my brothers don’t flirt with the girl I’m respectfully trying to court.” Tom explained himself.

“Ohhh. You’re trying to court me?” You played along. “I thought you were trying to fuck. Damn. I have to go.”

“Don’t go, pretty girl.” He whined. “I haven’t even used all my best tricks yet.”

“I can tell. That hat thing was super cringy.”

“You’re funny. For a witch, I mean.” He said, making you look down at your phone as you laughed.

“What are you doing anyway?” Tom asked as he looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing on your phone.

“Are you serious? You’re just playing with your settings?” He laughed at you when he saw what you were doing.

“Shut up.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I don’t like parties.”

“Oh. Is it because you’re quirky and different and not like other girls?”

“Dude. Did you even look at my shoes?”

“Oh! Sneakers and a dress. How did I miss that?” Tom asked as he looked down at your choice of footwear. Peyton forced you into one of her dresses, but she could not force you into heels.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You must’ve been too busy chugging beer through your butt or whatever it is you frat boys do.”

“You got it.” Tom nodded. “We chug beer through our butts. Like literally all the time.”

You laughed at him again and this time, put your phone away to give him your full attention. Tom noticed the way your body language went from tense to relaxed, so he felt like he was doing was working.

“So let me see if I can get this.” He began. “Standing off by herself at a a party, was dragged here by her more outgoing roomate, and showed up in converse and a dress that she was probably forced into wearing. Is it you? Are you the manic pixie dream girl who is about to change the directory of my life?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really looking to make any friends. I hate this town. I hate everyone in it. Each person is faker than the next. Nobody cares about art anymore. It’s like they’re all just zombies waiting to do what the man tells them next.” You played along as you mashed together every cliche thing you’d ever heard a female character say.

“Wow.” Tom smiled in amazement. “That was so accurate. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“I watch a lot of movies.” You smiled shyly at his compliment.

“I could tell. You missed the part where her parents want her to be their perfect little princess, though.”

“But that’s not her.” You added to his description.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “She’s different. She listens to rock music and grunge bands. Shes and outcast who just wants to see the world.”

“She wants to experience new things and new people.” You continued.

“But she’s never going to do that. Because her main purpose is to propel the boy in the right direction.”

“Her ambitions are just decorations.” You shrugged.

“But-“ Tom began and pointed his finger at you to finish his sentence.

“She’s the coolest girl you’ve ever met.” You said in unison. You both laughed as you mumbled “jinx” and shyly looked down at the ground. He was the last person you’d ever expect to be talking to you at this party. Even more surprising was the fact that he was the funniest guy you’d ever spoken to on campus.

“To be honest with you, I’m kinda surprised you knew what a manic pixie dream girl was.” You told him.

“I watch movies when I’m not not drinking alcohol through my butt.” He shrugged.

“Like rom coms?”

“Hell yeah.” He scoffed. “I love rom coms. Especially anything with Katherine Heigl or Sandra Bullock.”

“I love them too.” You laughed shyly. “Especially Sandra. I’ve seen The Proposal like a thousand times.”

“My personal favorite is Miss Congeniality. But The Proposal is a close second. I’m a big Ryan Reynolds guy.”

“I didn’t peg you for a rom com guy.“ You said as you leaned against the wall.

“Who said anything about pegging?” Tom scoffed. “At least buy me dinner first.”

You laughed at his joke, no matter how dumb it was, as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You laughing made him laugh and he was beginning to grow awfully fond of your smile.

“Okay.” You decided once your laughter died down.

“Okay what?”

“I like talking to you. Let me buy you dinner.” You shrugged.

“No. I’m not doing that.” Tom shook his head, making your smile fall.

“A gentleman always pays on the first date.” He continued. “Plus, my fraternity gets unlimited meal swipes.”

“That’s so elitist.” You bit your bottom lip as he propped his arm up on the wall beside you.

“I know.” He smiled as he started to lean in. Just as you were leaning in, Peyton returned to your side.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over. I won’t torture you anymore. We can go.” She told you, making your smile fall a little.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” You nodded and gave Tom an apologetic look.

“Oh. Hi Tom.” Peyton smirked when she realized who you were talking to.

“Hi Peyton.” Tom waved. “How is he?”

“Knocked out right after as usual.” Peyton sighed. “Are you ready to go?“

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay.” You said as you leaned back against the wall and nodded towards Tom. Peyton bit back a smile and you gave her a look that told her to chill out.

“Okay. I’ll stick around too then. But you’re still texting me every hour with updates.” She told you as she cupped your face in her hands.

“I know the rules.” You rolled your eyes. Peyton pulled you into a hug so she would whisper in your ear.

“Don’t let him take you to a secondary location. More importantly, have fun. And don’t get pregnant.” She whispered, but Tom heard and snorted.

“Please? Just this once?“ You sarcastically begged her.

“I’d make a hell of a dad.” Tom said as he slung an arm around you.

“All right.” Peyton smiled. “Have fun you two.”

“We will.” You rolled your eyes again but appreciated her protection over you.

“I’ll take care of her.” Tom said. “I promise.”

Peyton gave you one last look before leaving you with Tom. You watched her as she disappeared back into the party and felt your heart speed up a little bit. You’d never been in this situation before and you were staring to worry that you were in over your head.

“So where were we?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm against the wall.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged with a coy smile.

“Oh, shoot. I can’t remember either.” Tom tapped his chin. “I think we were talking about - op, nope. We were about to kiss. That was definitely it.”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I’m remembering it differently.”

“I’m pretty sure we were about to kiss. Our faces were here, remember?” Tom smiled as he leaned in closer to you. You gasped a little as your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips.

“Well now I’m starting to remember.” You replied, trying to sound more confident then you felt.

“Let me jog your memory then.” Tom whispered in your ear before leaning in the rest of the way. He pressed you up against the wall as he kissed you and suddenly, the party went quiet. You’d never kissed a stranger before so you didn’t know where to put your hands, but Tom knew exactly where to put his. He kept one on your hip and the other on your face as he kissed you. Your could taste the beer on his tongue and smiled a little into the kiss. You slowly gained more confidence and tangled your fingers in his hair, accidentally knocking his hat off.

“Do you want to go to my room?” He asked between kisses.

“Okay.” You smiled nervously. It was a first for you to do something like this, but he made you feel safe for some reason.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I just want to make sure you don’t throw up when I do this.” He smirked a little and pulled away from you.

“Do what?” You wondered. In response, Tom lifted you with ease and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom!” You laughed in surprise as he carried you up the stairs.

“It’s quicker this way.” He shouted over the music as he made his way to his bedroom. He carried you inside and locked the door behind him before gently placing you on the bed. He was top of you in no time and continued to kiss you. You made out on his unmade bed for a while as his hands explored your body. As the kissing got more heated, you started to get a pit in your stomach. You felt like things were moving a little too fast for you and it was making you nervous.

“Do you mind if we don’t go all the way tonight?“ You pulled away to ask Tom. You looked really nervous to ask, which made Tom confused.

“Do I mind?” He laughed like it was a silly thing to ask. “Of course we don’t have to.”

You sighed in relief as he rolled next to you on the bed. He scooted closer to you and turned his head so he could admire you in the dim lighting of his room.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously. “I’m really sorry. I’m just not a one night stand kind of person. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Darling, you didn’t lead me on.” Tom assured you. “And you don’t have to explain yourself for not wanting to have sex. We can just lie here and talk if you want.”

“Okay.” You smiled shyly and snuggled into his side. You stayed there in that position and talked for hours until you fell asleep in Tom’s arms. Tom looked at you while you slept and let out a guilty sigh. He had a pit of his own growing in his stomach as he replayed the day in his head.

A few hours earlier

“Did you order the kegs for the party tonight?” Harry asked the group as they sat in the campus courtyard.

“Luke did.” Harrison responded.

“Nice. I can’t believe Luke is graduating this semester. Who’s gonna be the president of the frat once he’s gone?”

“Me, obviously.” Tom chimed in.

“Not so fast, mate.” Harry snorted. “I want to be president too. I have a lot of good ideas that could really shape up the place.”

“Your last “good idea” was to crush up Doritos and snort them.” Sam reminded him.

“And it made an otherwise Tuesday night pretty exciting, did it not?” Harry scoffed.

“I also kinda want to be president.” Harrison spoke up.

“Me too.” Sam added. “I want to take a crack at it. Plus, the president gets the biggest room.”

“I need this for my resume guys.” Tom groaned. “I have literally never been in a single club. This is my only extra curricular.”

“Show of hands, who else wants to be president?” Harrison asked the frat brothers. They all raised their hands as they looked around at each other.

“We don’t have to worry about this now. We’ll just vote when the time comes.” Harry suggested.

“We can’t do a vote if we all want to be president. Everyone would just vote for themselves.” Sam reminded him.

“Then I propose we make a bet, boys.” Harrison spoke up. “You want to be president, you need to have what it takes. You need to be charming. You need people skills. You have to do the impossible.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Tom asked.

“Like this.” Harrison smirked. “The first person to get a girl to fall in love with them by the end of the semester gets to be president next year.”

“That’s easy.” Harry scoffed. “I already have like 3 chicks in love with me.”

“Not so fast.” Harrison held up a hand. “We get to pick each other’s girl. You have to seduce her in anyway you can and if you can get her to tell you that she loves you, you get to be president.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, gentlemen. I got this in the bag.” Tom told the table of his frat brothers with a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t be so confident, T-Bag. Because I’ve already picked a girl for you.” Harrison smirked and clapped Tom on the back.

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged. “Pick any girl. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of the day. I don’t need a whole semester.

“Okay. Her.” Harrison pointed to you across the courtyard with a shit eating grin.

“Her?” Tom sat up in his seat to get a better look at you. You were sitting alone at a table with a pencil behind your ear and multiple notebooks laid out in front of you as you typed away at something on your laptop.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked. “You don’t think you can pull her?”

“Of course I can.” Tom scoffed unconvincingly. “I’ve just never seen her before. I don’t even know if she goes here.”

“She definitely goes here. I always see her talking to the schools president. She has like the highest GPA in the state.” Sam told the group, making Tom grow a little nervous.

“Then she is way too smart to go for Tom.” Harry snickered.

“Shut up.” Tom shoved his brother. “I could get her to fall in love with me. Easily.”

“Yeah?” Harrison raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Look at her. Sitting by herself in a mountain of homework, eating -what is that? Carrots and ranch? What is she a freaking Guinea pig? She’s a total loser. All I have to do is show her the slightest bit of attention and she’ll be begging on her knees to date me.” Tom shrugged as he folded his arms. He wasn’t as confident as he sounded and hoped his frat brothers wouldn’t pick up on that.

“Damn, T-Bag.” Harrison laughed. “Already picturing her on her knees?”

“Shut up. Trust me, I got this. All I have to do is sleep with her. She’ll be telling me she loves me before can even get my pants back on.” Tom replied as he held out his hands. His brothers high fived him on either hand for his objectification of a woman.

“What makes you so sure?” Harrison wondered.

“Because lonely girls like that will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back. And that’s the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Tom said as he pointed to you. “Trust me, by this time next semester, you guys will be singing “hail to the chief” every time you see me.”

A few hours later

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

Tag List 🏷

@awesomebooklover17 @thebookwormlife @imanativeofswlondondahling @serendipitous-amor

@lavender-writer @whatareyouhidingpeter @takenbyheartstrings @ultrunning @imyourliquor-youremypoison @andreasworlsboring101

@letsloveimagines @peterparkoure @a-villain-vying-for-attention @justcallmehitgirl @jackiehollanderr @mara-twins @maryjanee23 @geeksareunique @emmamarshmellow @unbelievableholland @flixndchill @sovereignparker @thisisthebiplace @every-marveler-ever @undiadeestos @caelestii-e @eridanuswave @itscaminow @fiantomartell @solarxmoonchild @canyouevencauseicant @illwritetomorrow @thehappygrungelife @saysomethingspiderman @smilexcaptainx @quaksonhehe @kelieah @seasidecrowbar @lovelessdagger @electraheart-3174 @unbelievableholland @yourtypicalhotmess @horanxholland @thesuitelifeofafangirl @marshxx @heyheycharlatte @nooneinvitedfascistbarbie @tomshufflepuff @maybemona @alexxcorona113

#tom holland x reader #frat!tom #frat!tom holland x reader #frat!tom holland x nerd!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

531 notes · View notes

lemony-snickers · 2 years ago

Note

HELLO

I have a demand to make.

Please give me more soft Kakashi moments. I’m craving for a soft soft Kakashi (thanks to PMS) 😭🥺

HELLO FRIEND. idk if this is exactly what you had in mind, but i hope it helps. <3

Title: The Aftermath (AO3 Link Here) Summary: Kakashi welcomes you home from a tough mission. Word Count: 1,934 Warnings: mentions of death/battle, gn!reader, otherwise fully fluff .

It is the aftermath that is always hardest. The realization of what you’ve done as the adrenaline bleeds from your system, slowly returning your pupils to their normal diameter, your heart rate to its ordinary rhythm.

When your breathing settles, that’s when your eyes scan the battlefield, when the years of training kick in and you are able to perfectly catalogue each casualty, every injury.

Those sustained by your team as well as those inflicted by it.

When you return home, you are mechanical, monotone, methodical, in your delivery. The Hokage asks questions and you answer succinctly. Provide status updates on every member of your team, the number of bodies returned in scrolls and how many enemies were successfully captured alive.

By the time you finish, you can feel the exhaustion settling into your bones like lead. Walking home takes more strength than the last seventeen days you’ve spent on the road, fighting and killing and interrogating.

Somehow, turning the key in your lock is the most difficult thing you have ever done, and you can’t quite get the teeth to line up properly in the latch.

You’re beyond grateful when the door pulls open without further intervention on your part. And you can feel the tired, dopey smile that spreads across your face when you realize who has opened it.

“Kakashi…” you breathe, feeling the weight of the past few hours—and days and weeks—lift away from your shoulders.

He obviously has the day off. Certainly, he wouldn’t be in your apartment otherwise, but he’s also dressed more casually than usual, wearing loose joggers and a tank top. He’s holding his favorite book in front of his face as if trying to hide from any potentially prying eyes in the hallway beyond your apartment. But as soon as the door swings closed behind you, he lowers it, and you stare into the handsome face of your partner, relieved and comforted by his presence.

“Kakashi,” you say again, falling against him. He catches you easily with a chuckle that reverberates through his chest. You don’t know where he’s stowed the book so quickly, but it’s gone when he wraps his arms lovingly around your shoulders, steadying you against him. “I missed you,” you murmur to his collarbone, tucked against him.

“I missed you, too,” he says, before inducing you to remove your shoes so you can come fully into your home.

It’s a struggle, taking off the infernal ninja sandals and unwrapping your ankles, but you manage it. While you curse at the sweat-soaked bandages that keep sticking together as you unwind them, Kakashi slides into the kitchen to make tea.

“How was your mission?” he asks.

“Bloody,” you say, voice cool and detached, “I’m glad it’s over.”

He hums in agreement, understanding perfectly how you must be feeling.

“Why don’t you shower while I make you something to eat?”

You grumble because you don’t want to. All you want to do is collapse on the couch or the bed with Kakashi at your side and block out the rest of the day—the week, the month—while also doing your best to forget the preceding seventeen days.

But Kakashi is insistent, hands on your shoulders as he pushes you toward the bathroom. “I promise you will feel better,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’ll be here with something tasty when you’re done.”

You scrub ineffectually at your skin, letting the water carry the worst of your grime and stink away rather than focusing on cleansing yourself more thoroughly. There will be plenty of time for true cleaning another day. Today, all you want is to get through this so you can curl up with Kakashi.

You drag yourself out of the shower and pull one of Kakashi’s uniform shirts over your head, deciding you want to wear something of his—it’s like a welcome home, dressing in his clothes, wrapping yourself up in him. You pair the shirt with a loose pair of shorts and pad your way back out into the main area of the apartment to find Kakashi settled on a cushion, a plate of fragrant fried rice and two cups of tea on the table before him.

You smile again, dopey and lovesick, utterly stricken by how lucky you are to have the Copy Ninja to return home to.

You settle onto the cushion beside him and devour the rice. It’s simple, but delicious—a specialty of all Kakashi’s cooking, you’ve learned. The man can take the least complicated dish and somehow make it a hundred times better than any previous version you’ve had. When you inquire about this seemingly magic ability, he waves you off and tells you it’s nothing, but he’s smiling and that’s enough.

Your green tea is the perfect temperature and Kakashi sips his own in silence while you eat. As soon as your plate and your cup are empty, you stand and tug Kakashi insistently toward the couch. He chuckles as he follows you, falling back against the cushions and letting you collapse against him with a soft oof.

He winds his arms around you as you snuggle against his neck, breathing in the familiar and comfortable scent of him. Yes, you think, this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for since you began the trek home, just being close to the person you care most about.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kakashi asks, voice hushed as he begins stroking his hands over your back in a soothing up and down motion.

You shake your head, “Not really. It wasn’t a bad mission, just… draining, you know? No casualties on our end but three of our squad had to be treated once we returned.”

“You got them all home in one piece,” he says, the warm tone of his voice like a blanket of reassurance.

“Yeah,” you agree, “but barely.”

You feel Kakashi’s lips ghost over your forehead and you hum, leaning into the gentle touch so you can linger in it a moment longer than strictly necessary.

“You did well. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

That much is true, you suppose. If anyone on your team had been severely injured, if anything had gone horribly wrong, you’d still be at the Hokage Tower—or worse, you think, down in the dungeon that serves at Torture & Interrogation giving a debrief or heading up the information extraction of the two rogue nin you managed to capture alive.

You tuck your face closer to Kakashi’s neck, squeeze him a little too tightly in the process. He makes a muffled sound of discomfort and you loosen your grip until he relaxes in your arms, until his hands return to soothingly stroking your back.

The windows are open, and you can hear the sounds of Konoha drifting in from the street below—children playing somewhere in the distance, the distinct call of the Hokage’s hawk nearby, probably at one of the many other windows in your apartment building, about to summon another shinobi for a mission.

As long as it isn’t Kakashi, you think, because you’re not quite ready to let him go.

“Have you been in the village this whole time?”

“Mm,” Kakashi confirms, “I had three days' leave after my last mission, you remember.”

You do, of course; Kakashi had returned half-dead on his feet from chakra depletion, though otherwise unharmed beyond the stray scratches and bruises that came with leaping through trees and sparring with even a mundane adversary. You’d left for your own mission half a day after he returned, stomach curdled sourly at the thought of leaving him to recuperate on his own.

“And after that?” you prompt gently when Kakashi doesn’t elaborate further.

You can feel the smile in his voice when he continues, “After that, I tested a new team of genin from the Academy.”

This gets your attention, and you lean up to look into Kakashi’s face, admiring the handsome line of his nose and smirking at the strange winking effect his closed sharingan eye gives him.

“And did you fail this lot, too?” you ask, trying to recall how many squads he’d sent back to the Academy since Lord Third had initially assigned Kakashi the role of jonin sensei.

Kakashi’s grin widens and he opens his left eye. You cock your head, confused by the gesture until he says, “I passed them, actually,” and you realize he wants to see every minute detail of your surprised response. You sit up and Kakashi groans when your knee presses harshly into his groin.

You sputter half an apology, but he waves you off, following you to a sitting position as you stare at him.

“You passed a team? Kakashi Hatake, harshest proctor in Konoha? The Copy Ninja? The ANBU commander? The same man who told me ‘Hiruzen Sarutobi must be going senile if he thinks I’m about to willingly become a sensei?’”

Kakashi scratches at the back of his neck a little self-consciously and mumbles, “I may have been a little preemptive on that last point. And I guess you can add sensei to my long list of ill-begotten monikers.”

For some reason, this response makes you laugh and you feel whatever remaining veil of your mission has lingered over you finally lift. It’s like walking out into the sunshine after spending all day in the scroll archives—a dark, windowless room buried in the bowels of the Hokage Tower. You take a long breath in through your nose and release it as a chuckle.

“Kakashi-sensei,” you say, not missing the slight pink tinge that dusts its way across Kakashi’s cheeks, reaching up to tug at the tips of his ears, “I like the way that sounds on you.”

His blush deepens and he ducks his head, staring at his hands in his lap as he picks at an errant hangnail.

“What if I mess it up?” he asks.

Kakashi doesn’t let this part of him be seen by most—it’s important, he’s told you time and again, for a commander to project strength and surety. That he is so open and vulnerable with you is a gift, one you have treasured since the very beginnings of your relationship.

You reach out and cup his face with one hand, knowing it’s your turn, now, to offer steady reassurance, as he has for you since you returned home and found your footing in the aftermath.

“You won’t mess it up. You’re a strong and steady commander; a good teacher. And you’re going to be a great sensei.”

You know he doesn’t fully believe you, can see the doubt lingering in his dark eye, as he seals his scarred left lid over the sharingan. But he’s seen you with it open, watched you smile in your answer, and so he knows without any doubt you are genuine in your assessment.

That you believe in him even if he doesn’t yet believe in himself.

The two of you fall back onto the couch, limbs entwined. You listen to the soft hush of Kakashi’s breathing as he catches you up on his team. You chuckle in time with the stories he tells, thwack him with the back of your hand when he tells you about running late to all their training sessions with some lame excuse.

“You should just tell them,” you say.

He runs his fingers through your hair and you can feel yourself drifting toward sleep. The last thing you hear as the tide of exhaustion pulls you under is Kakashi’s soft voice, “Maybe one day.”

#lemony scribbles #kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #gn!reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi comfort #domestic fluff

228 notes · View notes

tomhardyspinkyfinger · 3 years ago

Text

Freddie Gets Caught

Masterlist

Summary: Freddie promises to be loyal, but lying always tops loyalty in Freddie's world.

Warnings: PURE SMUT. literal filth. Cursing and super kinky sex all around you've been warned.

A/N: yeah i really just had this idea and needed to write it. freddie needs to be put in his place and so here is this one shot. no one look at me im so ashamed. its hot tho i wont lie lmao. also hardly edited I wrote this so quick it was like flowing out

Word count: 1885

some people I think would like this: @hecatemoon87 @solomons-finest-rum @darklydeliciousdesires @potter-solomons (also known as some of my fave pages)

I had been seeing this guy Freddie for a few weeks now.

Well, fucking. I've been fucking this guy Freddie for a few weeks.

And god did he fuck.

He all but begged me for a shag when I first met him at the bar I worked at. I declined time and time again, but he kept showing up every night. I had to give props to him for his resilience but I didn't have sex with just anyone.

So I set guidelines.

1. I don't do one night stands, we don't have to date, but there will be a mutually pleasurable relationship.

2. During this brief relationship, the only people we fuck is each other.

Two very simple guidelines, if we fuck, we fuck exclusively.

"Freddie, do you understand?" I had asked him, pulling away from his firm kiss.

"Yeah yeah yeah, c'mon take this off." Freddie rushed out, pushing the straps of my dress down and pushing me against the wall of the dark alley.

That exchange was simple enough, he agreed to my terms and I gave him what we both wanted, a proper fuck.

Freddie was a possessive man in all aspects of our relationship, if by any rare chance we were out in public together his hand remained on my ass practically the entire time, and I can't say I didn't love it.

What I didn't love, was how aggressively possessive he could be. I couldn't look at another bloke without him blowing up on me, so we usually stayed at my flat to fuck to avoid his anger flare ups. But that time alone seemed to flare Freddie's emotions towards me.

He'd call, begging to come to my flat and fuck me senseless. I just couldn't find the space in my heart to deny him. And thus, our romantic relationship began.

It wasn't healthy in any aspect, he would do a line, shout at me, I'd hit him, he'd fuck me twice as hard.

Not healthy at all. But god was it fucking sexy.

It would always end pleasantly though, a hug a kiss and a back massage usually. He'd plea with me to forgive him and I always did.

Forgiving Freddie was usually pretty easy, until I caught him, which brings us to where I am now, staring at Freddie kissing a beautiful blonde woman outside of a hair salon she had just exited. Before I could second guess myself I walked up to the happy couple with a smile on my face.

"Excuse me, do you happen to have the time?" I questioned her. If I could've taken a photo of Freddie's face in that moment I would've. He paled instantly, his eyes widening while the pretty blonde smiled back at me.

"Of course love, its half past two." She spoke looking down at her watch. I spotted the beautiful diamond ring and I could feel more anger growing if possible.

"Thank you, your ring is absolutely gorgeous by the way." I said, still not looking at Freddie and smiling at the woman. She placed her hand on Freddie's chest and let out a chuckle.

"My Freddie knows how to spoil me!" She said, rubbing his chest, flashing her ring. I tied up the conversation and walked down the street, heading towards my flat. I heard Freddie telling the woman to go on home without him because he had work to attend to. At this I picked up the pace, arriving to my flat that wasn't very far away. I heard his steps running behind me, most likely delayed so he could make sure his wife was gone. I unlocked my door quickly, swinging it open and rushing in, attempting to slam it behind me.

Freddie slammed into the door just in time and shoved it open, clearly out of breath.

"Sweetheart, listen-"

"Get the fuck out, Freddie." I growled, moving to my bedroom and tossing my purse on my dresser. He grabbed me and turned me around, distress clear on his face.

"What can I do to make you forgive me? I'll do anything." He said, desperation clear in his voice.

Anything?

"Get on your knees." I spoke, crossing my arms. He released me, confusion clear on his face.

"What?"

"You heard me, do it or get out." I said. I watched as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, looking up at me.

"Beg for my forgiveness Freddie." Freddie let out a huff and paused for a moment, really debating if he was going to do this.

"Please forgive me my love, I should have told you about Jackie. I was going to break it off with her, honest."

Yeah, sure.

I pondered for a moment.

"Take your clothes off and lay on the bed." I commanded. He let out another breath and stood, beginning to do what I asked. When he completed the task. I climbed on top of him, straddling his boxer-covered cock that was pushing into my panty covered core, given I was just wearing a summer dress.

I began to kiss up his chest to his neck, nibbling the spot I knew he loved. His eyes closed and he let out a shaky moan. I quietly reached into the nightstand to the right of me and pulled out the cuffs he had used on me in numerous situations. I pushed his hands above his head with my non-occupied hand and cuffed them quickly.

His eyes snapped open and met mine. I smirked.

"What is this? Trying to take charge are we?" Freddie asked, a sly smirk gracing his features.

"You don't get to be smug now Freddie. Just you wait." I said, pushing myself down his body so I was now leaning over his growing member. I pulled his boxers down and placed him in my mouth suddenly.

"Oh fuck, that's right sweetheart, right there." Freddie moaned out. I continued pleasuring him exactly how I liked. Until a knock sounded out on my front door. Freddie halted his movements and held his breath momentarily. I slid off the bed and stood, smiling at his frustrated expression.

"Excuse the interruption darling, I told my friend Kelly she could borrow my camera for her holiday this weekend. I'll only be a moment." I began to walk towards the bedroom door when Freddie called out.

"Do not fucking leave me here, do you fucking hear me?" He all but yelled, anger growing.

"Oh sweet Freddie, if only you were in any position to be making demands. If I'm honest I've heard quite enough from you today." Freddie watched as I reached up under my dress, pulling my soaked panties down and off. I walked up to his tied up frame and pushed the balled up panties into his mouth.

"That's much better, isn't it?" He glared at me but his cock twitched.

"Oh Freddie, you like this don't you darling?" I teased, touching his tip with my finger. He exhaled loudly from his nose and I smiled wider. I left the room, shutting the door.

I welcomed Kelly in, handing her the camera and starting a small chat.

Well, a small chat that turned into a thirty minute conversation about her upcoming holiday. I was practically squirming at the idea of Freddie tied up on my bed, anxiously awaiting my return. The conversation shifted towards me with Kelly asking,

"How's that bloke you've been seeing? Freddie?" I smiled a wicked smile.

"He's married." Kelly gasped.

"What the hell are you smiling about? Let me have a go at this bloke!" She yelled, anger clear on her face.

"Oh no don't worry, he's in the room right there cuffed to the bed with my panties in his mouth, he'll have learned his lesson by the end of the day." I spoke, knowing Freddie could hear. Kelly's jaw dropped and she laughed.

"You dirty girl! I would say you're yanking my chain, but I know you better than that. I'll be out of your hair then, but that doesn't mean you get to spare me any details!" Kelly said, heading towards the door.

"Of course not, have a great holiday!" With short and sweet goodbyes, I reentered the bedroom, where Freddie laid with his face almost as red as the tip of his cock.

"Miss me?" The glare Freddie gave sent a chill down my spine, but as of now I was in charge, and the repercussions wouldn't be a problem yet. I noticed my panties stayed in his mouth, which widen my smirk. He very easily could have spit them out if he wanted to.

I stripped off the remaining clothes I had on slowly, letting him take in my body before mounting him again. I reached into my nightstand again, retrieving a condom and rolling it on his still rock hard cock. His breathing was heavy again, and watched as I slowly eased myself down on him.

I rocked my hips back and forth and let out a moan. I placed both hands on his chest and rocked faster, smiling at how hard his knuckles were clenched in the cuffs. I rode him until we were both close, but came to a stop suddenly. Freddie let out a loud groan. I pulled my panties out of his mouth.

"Beg me to let you come, Freddie." I said, holding still with him inside of me.

"When I'm out of these cuffs, you're going to fucking get it babe." Freddie growled out, trying to move his hips. I gently smacked his face, halting his movements.

"That's not what I wanted to hear baby boy." He closed his eyes and groaned, knowing he needed to give me what I want.

"Please, please, let me come." Freddie all but whined out.

Music to my ears.

I began rocking my hips back and forth quickly, both of our moans filling the room.

"Let go Freddie." I commanded, feeling my impending orgasm. We both came together, loud moans falling from both of our mouths. I collapsed on his chest, exhausted from the event.

I reached up and uncuffed him before rolling off of him and onto my side of the bed. He put an arm around me and grabbed a cig from the nightstand, lighting up and taking a puff. He placed it in-between my lips and let me inhale before speaking.

"I deserve much worse than what you did love, I'm sorry for lying." I exhaled the smoke from my lungs.

"It doesn't matter Freddie, I would've kept fucking you regardless." I said.

What? Don't judge, I already said our relationship was unhealthy.

"Let's just go to bed Freddie, I'm beat." He nodded and I snuggled closer into him, falling asleep almost instantly

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I awoke late into the night, feeling the warmth of Freddie's arms around my legs, his face pushed into my pussy, licking away hungrily. I moaned, overjoyed with this late night wake up call. I went to put my hands in his hair and hold him in place, but my wrists were stopped by cold metal. Freddie kissed his way up my body and out from under the blankets, looking at me with a smirk.

"I couldn't just let you get away with all of that, love."

Fuck.

#freddie jackson #freddie jackson x reader #the take #tom hardy #tom hardy smut #freddie jackson smut #smutty #so smutty omg #pure filth #tom hardy x reader #reader insert

186 notes · View notes

toasterdrake · 3 years ago

Note

hi!!! i've just read most of your writing and it's all very very good!!! your yelena fic made me smile, so i'd like to request a protective!yelena where one of the team accidentally hurts R and yel goes batshit? i'd also like to be added to your taglist, if you have one?

Hi there, my love <3 Thank you so much! I'm always happy to write for Yelena. I hope this fulfills your request! It got away from me a little, but I'm happy with it :)

Unfortunate

Yelena Belova x gn!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 766

Warnings: description of physical fight, minor injuries

Summary: Steve and Clint have some bad luck. Doubly so when it starts including you.

(Gif not mine)

👊👊👊

You don't see Steve's fist coming.

Steve doesn't expect you to meet it with your face.

It's a straight shot, powerfully persuasive enough to erupt in sparks just underneath your skin.

You fall back against the firm ropes of the sparring ring, feeling them give a little under your weight.

You're more mentally frazzled than anything. The warmth of blood dripping from your nose is only faintly noted; a hazy dream already half-forgotten in wakefulness. You stare up at Steve blankly, and he stares back looking downright mortified.

In fact, he's so distracted, he misses the raging blonde blur behind him until it's too late.

Yelena crashes into Steve with all the force of the deadly Russian bear she is, having shot up from the sidelines like a sniper's bullet.

Caught off guard, the supersoldier crashes to the ground. His body strikes the mat with a bodily thump that arches his back impressively in the rebound. Yelena is on top of him in a flash, straddling his burly frame as she delivers harsh hit after harsh hit directly to his face.

Second-hand shame rises awkwardly in your throat, clawing its way up as Steve accepts every one without complaint or retaliation. You feel each bite to his skin as if was your own.

(If you and Yelena were switched, you know without doubt you'd expect nothing less, but even so it stings to watch him readily accept punishment when it isn't his fault.)

You pull yourself together, standing independently as your head clears. You don't want your girlfriend to murder Steve.

Yelena is screaming obscenities in his face when you stride forward and wrap your arms around her waist. You lock up your muscles, threatening to crush a few vital things as she spits and hisses and screams and fights to escape your grip. Her chartreuse eyes burn red with fury, no doubt painting her gaze crimson.

Steve watches her struggle in your arms from the mat, broken nose already healing as Sam helps him stand and leads him away. The bruises will take longer.

With his exit, Yelena seems to realise her pursuit is in vain because she relaxes a little, furious convulsing calmed to timid pawing.

She fully melts when you press a kiss to the back of her neck, warm lips velvet on her skin. The building panic eases from your chest like a sudden gush of cool air into a stifled room with her reaction.

You relax your hold, too, and swing her loose body playfully. This time, her wriggles to be placed back down are only so that she can turn around to reach you.

As soon as her feet touch the floor she's twisting on her heels and grabbing your face, pulling you closer to connect your lips with hers. You move against each other slowly, soaking in the other's taste and scent and natural warmth.

Her protectiveness shines through again as she growls into your lips, "Anyone who hurts you will pay," Before reclaiming you breathlessly.

You fail to hide a wince as she touches your cheek, and she pulls back suddenly, guilt flashing in her eyes.

You take her hand in your own before she can retract it, placing a sweet kiss to her palm.

She softens. Unspoken words are traded between your gazes.

You let her clean the dried blood, lead you to medical, make tea with soothing fragrances that ease the ache.

It takes a while, but with your coaxing reassurance, she forgets her grudge on Steve.

In fact, two weeks after the incident, you stumble across the unlikely pair making bacon muffins.

Yelena offers you the first bite -- which you oh-so-politely decline, since you definitely had a snack earlier, thank you very much -- so she claims it herself.

The range of expressions she shifts through goes blissfully unnoticed by Steve (a full head above her) as he hums a song and chews on his own meat muffin.

"Make a pie next time."

You wipe a morsel of batter from her cheek, dancing away from her chasing lips to avoid a taste you know lingers.

Clint throws his hands out to prevent a collision in the doorway. Everything is badly timed, and you fall to the floor anyway. You know it looks like he pushed you.

Clint spends the rest of the day hiding in the vents, a red imprint of Yelena's knuckles on his forehead.

She holds you close all that time, since "every time you step away, you get hurt."

You don't complain.

Her fierce desire to protect you never fails to make you feel loved; wanted; cared for. Your friends will recover just fine. Your girlfriend loves you.

👊👊👊

Taglist:

@astupidworkinprogress @themagnificentmx

love,

- bi-rd ☕

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova fluff #lynx writes

758 notes · View notes

personasintro · 3 years ago

Note

maybe jk being there for YN, when she’s having bad period cramps? or is that too cliché

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1k+

“Does it still hurt?”

Jungkook’s voice shakes you out of your daze, doing its bare minimum to distract you from the pain in your lower stomach and back. Not even the heating pad helps that much and you’re waiting for the pills to start kicking in. Jungkook sets the alchemy tea you asked for onto the coffee table and sits beside you, carefully as if you’ll break if he sits down any faster.

“Uhm,” you almost whine, cuddling to the blanket you’ve managed to get from your bedroom before the real pain has started. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks, brows pinching together as he watches you looking at him through hooded eyes. Your lips look a little bit dry and your skin is pale. He has seen you in this state quite a few times by now but he still can’t quite imagine what you’re going through.

You’ve always been vocal about your period cramps and pain, it’s not something Jungkook could avoid even if he wanted to (not that he wanted to). Your mood swings are one of the biggest factors that tell him that yes, you’re going through the enormous pain every woman goes through every month.

“We were supposed to hang out together,” you murmur into the blanket, breathing through the pain as Jungkook shakes his head and scoots closer to you to check your temperature.

Your body gets heated and then all of a sudden you’re very cold, hugging the blanket for your dear life like you’re doing at the moment. He’s seen this image a few times and all those times, he has learned what to do to at least help you in some way. You specifically and some of it he has learned from his girlfriend’s own experience.

“I ruined our plans.”

“Hey, no, don’t say that,” Jungkook scolds you immediately, his features twisting to a worry when he sees your cramped position. “You can’t control this.”

You know that but yet, you do feel bad because instead of going to the cinema like you planned to, you know you’re not going anywhere tonight. Jungkook has come to your place to pick you up as you were getting ready before you’ve started feeling the first symptoms of your period coming, cramps and your lower back hurting like a bitch.

“But I was supposed to get it tomorrow,” you whine again, obviously upset with your own body for ruining your plans. “And we finally got to see the newest Fast & Furious!”

That makes Jungkook laugh as you look at him, visibly annoyed and upset. “We can watch it next time, they’re playing it for another week.”

“But tonight’s the premiere!” you exclaim, wincing right away as you feel the pills slowly kicking in, your pain and cramps delaying.

“Or we can watch it once it’s online.”

“That’s not the same,” you murmur, “You know watching it in the cinema is the best.”

“It is, so what?” Jungkook sighs, “It’s not the end of the world, Y/N.”

“But it feels like it!” you whine, causing Jungkook to sigh again as he looks around the living room before he hears a sniffle that completely catches him off guard.

You’re dramatic, overreacting and you blame the stupid hormones for it. Just thinking how excited you were about tonight’s plans and the movie… it makes you want to cry. Jungkook finished his work earlier so he could come to pick you up and take you to see the movie and now, it’s all ruined. Obviously, you know it’s not your fault and there’s nothing you can do about it because all you want is for this pain to go away. However… There are hormones and the pain mixed together.

“Hey, come on,” Jungkook interrupts your sniffling and brushes the hair off your face a little as he notices your red cheeks caused by the blanket wrapped around you and the heating pad on your lower back. “Don’t be like this.”

“I can’t control it, Jungkook!” you cry out, now fully crying as Jungkook tries to stifle the need to laugh but also, he does feel bad to see you like this.

“You want me to rub your back?” he asks, giving you a minute to think it through before you slowly sit up.

“My lower back hurts, I’ll keep the heating pad on my stomach,” you inform him, already motioning for him to properly sit up and lean against the couch.

He does it, hiding his grin as you cuddle up to him. The heating pad almost burns his side but he doesn’t comment on it, welcoming you in his embrace. As you make yourself comfortable, you feel his hand gently rubbing your lower back.

“Why do I have to go through this every month?” you whine, cheek pressed against his shoulder as his body slightly shakes when he chuckles.

“Because you want to be a mom someday?”

“I’m debating about it,” you mutter.

“You say that every month,” Jungkook comments amusingly.

Ignoring him, you open your mouth again. “Why can’t I be a man? I’d just stick it in and wouldn’t have to worry about bleeding to death every month. Don’t get me started on all the pain.”

“And the mood swings,” Jungkook interjects, feeling you glare at him as he presses his lips into a tight line. “You also say that a lot. About the man part, I mean. And you’re not bleeding to death, god you’re so dramatic.”

“It definitely feels like it…” you murmur again.

Jungkook knows there’s no point arguing with you about this. Not that he wants to argue about this but there’s just no point in pointing out all the things you say every month.

“Okay, drama queen,” Jungkook chuckles, “Make sure to drink the tea while it's warm.”

“Yeah, yeah…” you hum, feeling slightly better with each passing minute.

As Jungkook asks you if he should turn on TV so you could watch at least something, you’re a few minutes into the movie when you murmur Jungkook’s name. He hums back, eyes on the screen but his hand still rubbing your back that doesn’t hurt just as bad.

“Thank you.”

You hear him chuckle, knowing he just smiled without even looking at him. Maybe the evening isn’t spent as you’ve planned it but it feels nice to have Jungkook here. Especially when he brings ice cream from your freezer and you both share it once you feel good enough to eat something.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts au #ask: mutual help #bts fluff #bts angst #personasintro

911 notes · View notes

shingekinohyrulewrites · 3 years ago

Text

Breathe

Being Yachi's roommate has its pros and cons, with the biggest con being one of her longtime friends, Kageyama Tobio. You hate his guts.

Until you don't.

Read on AO3 here

I was inspired by the song "Breathe" by Jax Jones. You can listen to it here

Although this is a one-shot, it is pretty long. Whoops :^)

Also THERE BE SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Being Yachi Hitoka’s roommate had its pros and cons.

The list of pros was extensive. You not only had a roommate, you had a best friend. When Yachi wasn’t busy at her marketing job, the two of you were out and about exploring different bars, restaurants, and going on different adventures. If you two were tired and just needed time at home, you would stay wrapped up on the couch eating cheap takeout while watching a random romantic movie on Netflix. Because Yachi was so nice, she had many friends, which meant that you had a lot of new friends too. She often went out of her way to introduce you to them and always invited you to every hangout with them.

But her being friendly had a single con. And it wasn’t a situational con, it was a person.

You would never forget when you met her close friends from her first year of high school. Yachi had been so excited for you to meet them, planning a small barbeque for all of you. Being the best ever roommate that you are, you helped her set up and decorated your small backyard before they showed up. You had really enjoyed talking to Hinata and Yamaguchi and had shot the shit with Tsukishima, who had the same sense of humor as you.

Kageyama Tobio was the single con to being Yachi Hitoka’s roommate.

He had come off as cold and aloof, being very serious when talking to everyone. You had introduced yourself to him, greeting him warmly as you stated that you were Yachi’s roommate. He had taken one look at you, given a curt nod, and walked away. You were frozen. You thought of yourself as a really friendly person, so his response had you on edge. When you were all sitting at the table eating, you had tried getting to know him better in an effort to break the ice. He had still been short and curt with you, which caused you to fume internally. You had stayed with them until you deemed you had spent enough social time before excusing yourself for the night.

After they had all left, you confronted Yachi about him and asked her what his deal was. She had defended him, saying his social skills weren’t the best and that he tended to come off cold at first.

“I swear! He was like that with me but now we’re really close!”

You had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt but your annoyance with him still stuck in the back of your head. A few weeks passed before you would see him again. The two of you had been invited to Sawamura Daichi’s home for a barbeque and you had happily agreed. You had gotten really close to Daichi, even going so far as to call him “Daddy Daichi” as a joke. He was beyond excited to see you when you arrived, pulling you into a tight hug and swinging you around. Your happiness only lasted about ten minutes before a familiar face walked in. Kageyama walked in holding a six pack of beer in each hand alongside Hinata. Everyone greeted him happily and you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead turning back to Daichi to continue chatting with him.

The two of you had begun joking around and you had called him Daddy Daichi as usual. You were so into the conversation that you hadn’t heard Kageyama approach you. He cleared his throat, causing you to jump up and quickly turn around. A huge frown was on his face as he jerked his head towards Daichi.

“Have more respect for Daichi. Don’t just call him derogatory names like that.”

Your mouth fell open as you scrambled to find a response. Anger immediately began to flood your body, your face heating up as you began to see red. Daichi placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and chuckled.

“Thank you for your concern, Kageyama. The two of us are good friends so I don’t mind.”

He nodded, giving you a quick glare before walking off. You turned back to Daichi and threw your hands up.

“What’s his problem, Daichi?! He’s been giving me such a hard time since I met him.”

“That’s just Kageyama. You get used to him. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you after some time.”

That day began a bitter relationship between you two. Anytime the two of you were put together in a social setting, it was guaranteed that the two of you would end up in some kind of argument using snarky words and comebacks. At first, everyone was annoyed with the bickering, always asking the two of you to lay it off. However, over time, it developed into a sort of amusement for everyone and they would joke about expecting it the second the both of you walked through the door. Tsukishima was the worst, always joking that the two of you should sleep together to “just get it over with.”

Needless to say, you had punched Tsukishima for saying that.

***

“Are you sure you can’t stay, not even for a little?”

Yachi was pouting at you, hands clasped together under her chin. You laughed, ruffling her hair as you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry. I gave my word that I would go to this birthday dinner.”

She relented, letting out a long sigh before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay, fine. I’ll forgive you this one time.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing again as you asked if she needed help with anything. She was about to answer when the door flew open and a very talkative Hinata ran in, with an annoyed Kageyama right after.

“Never mind. That’s my cue to go!” you said, turning to move to your room.

The birthday dinner you were going to was being held by some old college friends of yours. They were known to dress to the nines for special occasions, so you felt pressured to do the same. You decided to jump into the shower and take a long time to truly pamper yourself. Before you jumped in, you decided on a playlist and started the water. You had been showering for about ten minutes when a series of loud knocks rang out.

“Oi, let me in. Hinata took a huge shit and the other bathroom smells.”

“Kageyama?! What the fuck?! I’m showering!”

“I’ll be quick, just let me in!”

“What the - no!” you squeaked out.

The thought of Kageyama seeing you naked had heat flaring through your body but you pushed it aside.

“Just suck it up and go use the other bathroom!” you yelled out.

“Whatever. I’ll just go piss in your room. Also, shut that music off. It’s really annoying.”

“Kageyama, you better not!” you threatened.

You faintly heard the sound of footsteps fading away and a part of you wanted to run after him and make sure he wasn’t serious. He could be pretty crude but most of his words tended to be empty promises. Sighing, you figured you would continue on with your shower.

You passed Kageyama in the hallway to your bedroom. His eyes shifted towards yours slowly before he spoke.

“Yachi came through with the Febreeze. You got lucky this time.”

He walked past you, whistling loudly as you fumed quietly. Shaking your head, you made your way over to your room and finished getting ready. You took your time getting ready, making sure that your makeup was on point and that your outfit looked great. You had settled on a low cut blouse, a leather skirt, and heeled booties. Your friends had ordered you an Uber and it was down the street so you quickly grabbed your purse and ran out of your room. Yachi and the boys were in the living room, chatting loudly while they munched on chips. Upon hearing the click of your heels, they all fell silent and turned to look at you.

“Damn, you actually look hot for once,” Tsukishima smirked.

“Thanks Tsuki,” you winked, laughing as you walked past them to the door.

What went unnoticed by you was Kageyama’s eyes lingering on your figure.

***

To say the dinner had been fun was an understatement. You were on your way back in an Uber a little after 1:30 in the morning. Your words were slurred as you thanked the driver, stepping out of the car to stumble up to your front door. Your hands were shaking from the alcohol as you tried to open the door, your keys failing to fit into the keyhole. You finally managed to open the door and you quietly closed the door behind you. Sighing, you reached down to take off your heels to prevent any noise. You stumbled over your feet, nearly falling flat on your face as you tried to catch yourself. The movement caused the room to spin and you threw your arms out to steady yourself. Sucking in a deep breath, you waited for the room to stop before you slowly bent down to pick up your shoes. You started to walk slowly towards the hall when the room began to spin again. On instinct, you threw your arms out, heels in each hand, as you waited for it to stop again.

“Are you okay?”

You nearly shrieked at the sound of Kageyama’s voice. Even though the room was dark, you could make out his head from the couch. His hair was sticking up in every direction from sleep.

“Kageyama, what the fuck! What are you doing here?”

“Are you drunk?”

You scoffed. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“You clearly are. Let me help you again before you fall on your face.”

He rose from the couch and walked over to you. He grabbed your arm and placed it around his shoulder and wrapped an arm around your waist. The two of you walked quietly towards your room. He gently set you down on your bed, helping you adjust your legs. He muttered a quick be right back before ducking out of your room. You faintly heard the sound of rustling in your kitchen before he returned.

“Here. Take one now and one when you wake up.”

He handed you an Advil and a glass of water. He placed a second Advil on your nightstand. Sighing, you threw it back and took a big gulp of water. Kageyama studied you for a second before giving a curt nod and began walking out.

“Wait. Why are you being so nice to me?”

He froze and turned his head to peer at you over his shoulder.

“All I’ve wanted is for you to like me. I tried my best to be nice to you when I met you.”

You didn’t hear his response as you passed out at that moment.

***

The warmth of the sun on your face is what woke you up the next morning. You were groggy as your eyes slowly opened, taking in the sight of your room. The blankets were pulled up to your chest, your shoes placed neatly by the door. Your hands scrambled for your phone on the nightstand and felt something small. Turning your head, you saw Advil and a glass of water.

Yachi must have heard me come in last night and left me this. She’s so sweet.

Smiling, you took the pill and downed the water. You didn’t feel as crappy as you were expecting to, which surprised you given how much you had drank last night. Yawning, you scrolled through your phone until the smell of eggs reached your nose. You threw the blankets aside and padded down the hallway.

Yachi was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she poured eggs onto a plate. She turned upon hearing your footsteps and smiled.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I didn’t hear you come home last night. I was so worried when I went to bed and you hadn’t come home.”

“Oh, well you must have heard me since you left me some Advil and water.”

She looked at you confused.

“What are you talking about?”

You blinked at her, trying to process the whole situation.

“Good morning.”

Kageyama was standing at the end of the hallway, hair sticking up in all directions. He was staring at you with a coolness you had never seen before.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Tobio stayed behind and helped me clean up last night. By the time we finished it was really late so he spent the night.”

You blinked at him, whispering you were going to wash up before brushing past him. Your mind began to reel as you tried to remember what happened last night. You had been on the verge of blacking out when you left the restaurant. The Uber ride was a memory, but the walk to the front door and what came after was a blur. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized you must have browned out as soon as you got home. The thought of Kageyama bringing you Advil and water had you confused as all hell.

Why in the world would Kageyama do something nice for me?

The coolness of his expression had heat flushing to your cheeks. He tended to regard you with annoyance or anger every time he looked at you. But there was just something about that coolness that had you feeling a certain type of way.

You returned to the kitchen with a washed face, brushed teeth, and a messy bun. Deciding to have some fun with the situation, you had changed into a crop top and some track shorts. Kageyama’s eyes strayed on your legs before he slowly shifted them back to his eggs. Smiling, you sat down and began serving yourself some food.

***

That day created another shift in your relationship. The two of you bickered less and began to tolerate each other more. You noticed there was a bit of protectiveness coming from Kageyama, which you brushed aside most of the time. Months went by until Halloween was just around the corner. One of Yachi’s coworkers was throwing a massive party at their home. They had encouraged her to bring as many friends as she wanted and she had happily obliged. She invited every single person in her friend group, you included.

You had decided to go as a Playboy bunny and were definitely putting out all the stops. Hinata was set to pick you girls up at eight sharp so you had started getting ready at four. When Yachi knocked at your door five minutes before pickup, her mouth fell open.

“Okay, you’re making me rethink my costume.”

She was dressed as an adorable Red Riding Hood, eyes shining under the hood. Her eyes roamed your figure before settling on your face again. You were wearing a black, low cut bodysuit that completely showed off your cleavage. Tights were out of the question because you wanted to show off your legs and body. Black ears topped the look with waves accentuating your face and a tail on the curve where your back met your ass. Knowing you would be on your feet, you had settled for a pair of black flats.

“Yachi, you look adorable! Keep your costume on, seriously.”

A loud honk outside interrupted you both and you quickly grabbed your things and scrambled outside. Hinata was waving from his window, a large grin on his boyish face. The two of you slipped into the backseat, greeting them both cheerily as you put on your seatbelts. Hinata turned around, mouth open to return your greeting but it closed upon seeing you.

“Whoa, you look sexy!”

You giggled, thanking him as you shyly looked away. Hinata was always nothing but polite and friendly with you so his comment caught you off guard. Your eyes shifted over to Kageyama, who was watching you quietly from the passenger seat. He turned back to face the front, the sharp outlines of his side profile illuminated in the streetlight.

“Nice costume, Shoyo,” Yachi giggled, gesturing to his Chewbaca costume. His hair was styled in a way that was even more messy than usual. He laughed, replying with an excited “thanks” before starting the car and driving off. The two settled into a light conversation, catching up with each other and cracking jokes in between.

Your eyes slowly moved back to study Kageyama. He was dressed as a vampire, a red cloak hanging from his shoulders. You figured his sister had helped him put his look together. His hair was styled neatly in an old fashioned way, hair pushed back off his forehead. Pale makeup gave him an undead look, blue eyes popping against the contrast. Red face paint was smeared around his lips, giving the look of fake blood. Underneath his cloak, a black button down was tucked into black slacks, showing off his toned legs.

You swallowed. Since when was Kageyama attractive?

Hinata and Yachi carried the conversation the rest of the way. Her co-worker's home was in its own plot of land, the closest neighbor half a mile down the road. The car slowly pulled to a stop at the ornate gate, Hinata opening the window to stick his head out.

“Your coworker lives here? This is basically a mansion!”

“I guess so? I know he has money but this is crazy.”

Hinata drove the car up the driveway and pulled into a parking spot between two cars. Everyone got out of the car and walked into the loud home. Halloween decorations were tastefully placed throughout, with fake fog drifting in the air. Music blasted from the large living room where people were dancing all over. Yachi pulled her phone out and scrolled through her messages.

“Yama told me the gang was here. We need to go find them!” she yelled.

You all followed her as she weaved her way through the crowds. It was Tsukishima who gave them away, blonde head sticking out in the crowd. He was dressed as a salt shaker, with Yamaguchi as the pepper. Yachi greeted them all, waving excitedly as she approached. The guys were all talking amongst themselves and fell quiet when you approached. Feeling self conscious, you gave a small wave before wrapping an arm around your body.

“Whoa, you look fucking hot. Seriously, you are probably the hottest girl here,” Nishinoya said in disbelief, eyes wide as he took in your figure.

“Do a spin for us!” Yamaguchi said, whooping.

You laughed, obliging and playfully shaking your hips as you did so. The rest of the boys whooped and cheered you on. Laughing, you bowed before flashing them a big grin. Suga announced he was going to get you all some drinks before disappearing with Asahi. You all fell into separate conversations. Nishinoya had continued to fawn over you so you had decided to appease him and just talk with him. You noted Kageyama was standing close to you, talking quietly with Daichi as his eyes kept shifting over to you. Biting your lip, you began looking around for Suga for your drink.

“Let’s have some fun!”

A red cup was placed in your hand. Everyone held their drinks up to toast before knocking it back.

***

That was the clearest memory you had of that night. Taking advantage of Yachi’s coworker’s kindness, you drank as much as you could and tried to have as much fun as possible. The last time you had drank was the birthday dinner that still stuck out in your mind. Slowly, one by one, each person in your friend group left. Daichi and Suga were the first to go, stating they had work early the next day. Tsuki and Yama left an hour after, saying they were getting tired and couldn’t keep up. Asahi left twenty minutes later, wanting to avoid getting even more drunk.

By the time two AM rolled around, only Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Kageyama were left. To say you were drunk was an understatement. As you had slipped into the void that was blacking out, you knew you would regret this in the morning. Kageyama and Tanaka each had an arm wrapped around you as they helped you outside.

“Are you gonna be alright? You’re pretty sloshed,” Nishinoya observed, concerned.

“S’okay,” you slurred. “I’ll manage.”

You stood there, humming to yourself as the boys discussed what to do. Kageyama insisted he would take you and promised the guys he would text them once he got you home safe. They departed then, waving goodbye as they disappeared down the driveway.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out of your stupor. Looking up, you saw Kageyama on his phone looking for an Uber. He glanced down at you, a soft frown on his face.

“You okay? Do you need something?” he muttered.

“You’re so tall,” you slurred, giggling.

“Thanks.”

“You looked really handsome tonight. I didn’t know Kageyama Tobio could be handsome,” you admitted, letting out another giggle.

Before he could respond, a small group of guys on their way out began wolf whistling at you. They were obviously drunk. One man made a comment about your ass before making a suggestive gesture. He laughed, stumbling away with his friends. Kageyama scowled, mumbling obscenities under his breath as he pulled off his cape and wrapped it around you. You snuggled into it, breathing in his scent and sighing in content. The Uber pulled up then and he helped lead you into the backseat.

The drive home was quiet as you dozed off on his shoulder. He still had an arm wrapped securely around your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto it. Once you got home, he carefully helped you out of the car. He thanked the driver before turning to face you.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? Don’t panic.”

You nodded, throwing your arms out sloppily as he approached you. He carefully picked you up bridal style, walking slowly as he approached your front door. The lights were off, which meant Yachi was fast asleep. He was quiet as he carried you to your room. Just like the first time, he carefully laid you down before disappearing and returning with a glass of water and two Advils. You happily took the pill and downed the water. He left and returned with a fresh glass of water. He studied you for a second before nodding and turning to go.

“Can you stay with me?”

He hesitated. “I . . . I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” you pouted. “Please?”

He hesitated again before sighing. Smiling, you settled into your blankets and got comfortable. You were passed out before he even slipped into bed with you.

***

Warm.

You knew the warmth of the sun, but this warmth was different.

Opening one eye, you glanced around you. A pile of unfamiliar clothes was at the foot of your bed. Eyes wide, you began to panic internally.

Did I bring someone home?!

A soft snore next to you answered your question. Slowly turning around, you turned towards the figure. A hand quickly clamped over your mouth as you let out a gasp. Kageyama was asleep next to you, soft snores coming from his mouth. His pale makeup was smudged all over your pillowcase.

You watched him for a minute, admiring how handsome he was. Panic rose again and you felt your heart leap into your chest. Did you hook up with him?! Did Tsukishima’s joke about you two sleeping together finally come true? You slowly lifted your blanket and looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your outfit from the night. Sighing, you slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on your face, you tried to come up with a plan. What would you say to him? What would you do? What was going to happen moving forward? As you brushed your teeth and tried to make yourself more presentable, you practiced various lines you could say to Kageyama.

When you emerged almost twenty minutes later, the man of the hour was sitting up, scrolling through his phone. The blanket had fallen off of him, exposing his toned chest and abs. Biting your lip, you sucked in a breath and put on your gentlest smile.

“Good morning, Kageyama.”

He glanced up from his phone. You had changed out of your bodysuit and were now wearing an oversized T shirt. His eyes flickered up your legs before he cleared his throat.

“Good morning.”

There was an awkward moment of silence.

“Um, do you want to go for breakfast? I think I should thank you since you got me home . . . I think.”

“I did,” he confirmed. “But I should get going. I have an appointment with my personal trainer.”

He slipped out of bed. Heat immediately rose to your cheeks at the sight of him in just his boxer briefs. Humming to himself, he began collecting his clothes and dressing himself. You shyly looked away until he was standing in front of you. He cocked his head to the side, his expression unreadable.

“Please be safe. You had me worried last night.”

He turned to go and, before you could respond, was out the door. You blinked, trying to process everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. The sound of the front door closing brought you out of your reverie. You ran to the front door just in time to see Kageyama depart in a car. You waited until the car turned down the street, leaving you breathless on the porch.

“What is my life anymore?!” you groaned.

***

Thanksgiving came and went and Christmas arrived quickly. Sugawara always hosted the holiday at his home, going out of his way to decorate and make a lavish dinner for everyone. After dinner, games were played until midnight when everyone would open their gifts. You were extra excited because this year, to switch things up, you would be doing Secret Santa. Suga had put everything together and, ironically, you had pulled him. He had been talking nonstop about a new baking set and you had dropped quite a bit in buying him the newest, top of the line baking materials. You had wrapped everything neatly into a large, glittery bag and was tying on a ribbon when Yachi skipped into your room.

“Are you nearly ready? Yama is going to pick us up this time.”

“Yeah! I just need to spray some perfume and put some lipstick on.”

Yamaguchi pulled into your driveway and came in, offering to help carry all of your gifts. The both of you thanked him and got into the backseat while he finished loading everything into the trunk. Tsukishima was in the front seat playing Candy Crush while he waited.

“Wooow Tsuki, you actually look put together for once!” you teased.

Suga’s parties always had a theme. The previous year was pajama themed and the year before that was elf themed. This year, the host had decided on a red and green theme. Tsuki was wearing a jade green long sleeved shirt tucked into slacks. He rolled his eyes, chuckling as he turned around to ruffle your hair.

“I could say the same thing about you,” he smirked.

You laughed, giving him a cheeky smile as you rolled your eyes at him too. The two of you settled into a light conversation as Yamaguchi finished loading everything up before slipping into the driver’s seat. The drive was filled with Yachi and Yama singing along (terribly) to Christmas songs on the radio. By the time you arrived at Suga’s home, you and Tsuki never wanted to hear Mariah Carey again.

“Merry Christmas! Come on in and get a cup of hot cocoa!”

Suga was wearing a red turtleneck with a Mrs. Claus apron over it. He was holding a tray of gingerbread cookies, a gentle smile on his face. You happily took one, thanking him before skipping to the kitchen. Daichi and Hinata were talking as they grabbed hot cocoa and they greeted you with tight hugs. The sound of footsteps behind you had you turning away to peer at the person. Kageyama was staring coolly at you, blue eyes a good contrast to his emerald green sweater. You gave him a small nod before disappearing into the dining room.

Dinner was delicious as always, with a nice pumpkin pie for dessert. A wide variety of games was presented and everyone quickly got into groups. Still full from the meal, you had decided to stay behind and just watch from a slight distance. Cup of hot cocoa in your hand, you leaned against the wall and smiled to yourself at the sight of your friends so happy together. You were so transfixed on the scene that you had failed to hear Kageyama approach you.

“Uh oh! Friends, what is our number one rule for Christmas this year?”

Suga’s voice boomed above everyone else, a mischievous glint in his eye as he stared at you. Confused, you glanced around the room at everyone. Every single pair of eyes was looking at you, eyes wide, as you leaned against the wall.

“Whoever gets stuck under the mistletoe has to kiss!” Nishinoya yelled, grinning.

Panicking, you peered up above you to see said mistletoe hanging over your head. You slowly turned your head to the left to see Kageyama staring at you, a slight blush on his cheeks. Panic continued to rise in you as you glanced helplessly at your friends. Yachi was sitting next to Kiyoko, an apologetic look on both of their faces. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned to look back at Kageyama.

“Um . . .” you didn’t know what to say or even what to do.

It was Kageyama who made the first move. He took a careful step forward, hesitating slightly as he bent his head down towards you. You blinked up at him, frozen in your spot as your brain scrambled to understand what was going on. He gently placed a hand on your cheek before leaning in and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. His thumb stroked your cheek as he quickly swiped his tongue along your bottom lip before quickly pulling back.

The room had gotten deathly silent. Everyone’s mouth seemed to have fallen open upon witnessing that moment. Hinata was the first one to break the silence, letting out a loud OH MY GOD before collapsing into his seat. Tanaka and Nishinoya began applauding while Daichi and Asashi sighed, exchanging knowing glances. Kageyama cleared his throat before muttering he needed the bathroom and dashing into the hall. Nodding, you numbly turned to Yachi and awkwardly walked over to her.

She opened her mouth to say something but you shook your head, not wanting to speak. Kiyoko gave you a sad look before pulling you into a tight hug. Sighing, you stated you wanted to play What Do You Meme? with them to distract yourself.

An hour before midnight, Suga announced it was time for the Secret Santa reveal. Everyone sat in a circle, chatting while they tried to guess who had pulled who. Suga, being the host, went first, revealing that he had gotten Daichi. A series of loud complaints filled the room, saying that Suga had done this on purpose. He swore it was a coincidence as he handed Daichi his gift, a set of weights and a cologne he had been talking nonstop about.

The exchange went on, everyone surprised at who had gotten who. Everyone burst out laughing when Asahi, who had gotten Tanaka, had gotten him a Santa thong as a gag gift. Both his and Kiyoko’s faces turned bright red as Asahi said he “hoped they enjoyed it together.” Grumbling, Tanaka stood and grabbed his gift before stomping over to Kageyama. He was given a new pair of sneakers, which he thanked Tanaka for. Leaning over from his seat, Kageyama grabbed his gift and slowly stood. He hesitated before walking over to you.

“Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.

Stunned, you gingerly took the gift from his hands. He returned to his seat, eyes watching you intensely as you opened it. A large gift basket was filled with skincare products that looked quite expensive. Taped to the front was a Christmas card with your name sloppily written on it. You opened it and found a free trip to the local spa that was known for its exquisite treatments but high cost.

“Kageyama, I . . . I don’t know what to say,” you said, looking at him in disbelief.

“I know you work really hard and I figured you needed something to help you relax,” he shrugged, the red tint returning to his cheeks.

You blinked at him, thanking him as you stood and grabbed your gift. Suga was beyond happy with the baking set and promised even tastier desserts for next year. At this point, it was five minutes to midnight. Everyone stood up and gathered around the tree, talking excitedly as they counted down. You stood on the outskirts, an arm wrapped around yourself as you stared at Kageyama’s gift at your feet.

“Was it too much?”

His quiet voice startled you from your thoughts. You peered up at him. He was staring at you with slight concern touching his brows. You shook your head, giving him a soft smile.

“No, it was perfect. Thank you. I don’t have words to show you my gratitude.”

Everyone in the living room began counting down. The two of you continued to stare at each other, some unspoken connection beginning to brew. As everyone counted down the last ten seconds, Kageyama lifted his hand and cupped your cheek gently.

“Merry Christmas.”

At the stroke of midnight, everyone began to cheer. He gave you a soft smile before turning and joining everyone else. You turned to follow him with your eyes, watching as he approached Hinata and gave him a fist bump.

It was that moment that you realized your heart was pounding quickly in your chest.

***

Yachi’s coworker invited you all again for New Year. The theme for the party was the Great Gatsby, so you spent the days after Christmas with Yachi looking for the perfect dress. On New Year’s Eve, Daichi came to pick you two up. He was dressed very dapper, looking even more handsome than usual. The drive to the large home was fun as the three of you sang along to the Great Gatsby soundtrack.

Your friend group was waiting for you outside the door. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Kageyama, who was dressed all in white with his hair slicked back. His eyes immediately locked onto you as you stepped out of the car. You shyly looked away, grabbing Yachi’s arm and interlacing your fingers.

“Alright let’s say goodbye to this year!” Hinata whooped.

You all stepped in, the sound of a big band group playing echoing throughout the house. Everyone had dressed exceptionally for the theme and you smiled excitedly. You all grabbed drinks and made your way to the dance floor laughing.

At a quarter to midnight, you stepped away to get some air on the backyard patio. Various groups of couples were spread about, nuzzling into each other as they waited for their midnight kiss. Feeling lonely, you walked on until you found an isolated area. You sat on a bench and sighed, glancing up at the night sky.

“Hey. You okay?”

Jumping, you turned to see Kageyama standing next to you. You clutched your chest and let out a nervous laugh.

“I just needed some air, that’s all.”

He nodded, sitting next to you. Despite all the dancing he had done, his hair was still neatly pushed back, face glowing slightly from sweat.

“You look really beautiful tonight. I wanted to make sure I told you before midnight.”

You smiled softly at him.

“Thank you, Kageyama. You look very handsome tonight. Dapper, even.”

He chuckled, the deep, throaty sound sending heat straight to your core. Biting your lip, you looked away. A moment of silence followed your statement. You peered back up at the sky, eyes fixated on the stars.

“Tobio.”

Confused, you turned to look back at him.

“I want you to call me Tobio.”

Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by the sound of the big band group inside announcing there were three minutes left of the year. Standing, you turned to look back at Tobio. He had stood up the same moment you did, watching you with the coolness you had familiarized yourself with. He hesitated for a second before slowly walking over to you.

Tobio was now standing directly in front of you. You peered up at him, blinking slowly as you took in his features. In the soft starlight you admired his handsome, sharp features, from his defined nose to his slightly full lips. His normally blue eyes were almost completely black, as his pupils were dilated as you looked at you. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, causing heat to pool within you again.

The countdown had begun. The band had begun counting down from sixty, the sounds of everyone else joining in. Tobio reached for your hand, interlacing his fingers as he took another step closer. He leaned down, his free hand reaching up to hold your lower back. You gently placed your hands on his chest, biting your lips shyly. The countdown continued on until five seconds were left. Holding your breath, you waited to see what he would do at the start of the new year. The screams of Happy New Year rang out and he smiled softly at you before leaning in and kissing you. The kiss was much longer than the Christmas one and you felt yourself melt into him. Your hands clutched onto his shirt as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip in. He tasted of mint and vodka, a combination that sent shivers down your spine. When you pulled away a few minutes later, your head was spinning and you were out of breath. The stars seemed to have been pulled from the sky and placed into his eyes, as they sparkled as he smiled down at you.

“Happy New Year.”

***

It seemed like everyone seemed to know something that you didn’t.

In the weeks that followed New Year, you noticed your friends looking at you with a certain look in their eyes. You first noticed it when you went to lunch with Daichi the Monday after. The two of you met for lunch once a week near both of your jobs. When the two of you sat down, he was looking at you like he knew some sort of secret.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” you asked, puzzled.

He jumped in his seat, giving you a nervous laugh as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“Looking at you like what?” he asked.

You frowned, rolling your eyes as you decided to let it go.

Slowly, you noticed everyone else doing the same. Asahi was even more skittish around you, something that made Nishinoya continuously scold him as you three jogged around the park. Tsuki seemed to be smirking more at you when the two of you ran errands together, and Kiyoko was even more quiet than usual when you went to get your nails done.

Towards the end of January, you decided to confront Yachi, who seemed slightly distant. She was sitting on the couch when you got home from work, flipping through a magazine while a rerun of a random sitcom played on the TV. Frowning, you walked over and sank onto the couch next to her.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

Yachi jumped, dropping the magazine on the floor. She turned to look at you, furiously shaking her head.

“N-no! Of course not!” she laughed nervously.

Narrowing your eyes, you leaned in closer to her face.

“Why do I feel like you and everyone else is hiding something from me? Everyone’s been acting so weird since New Year.”

You noticed Yachi nervously looking around before trying to give you a smile.

“YACHI!”

“Okay, fine!” she squeaked out.

Sucking in a breath, she gently reached for your hands and held them in her lap.

“Yamaguchi went to check on you when you stepped out on New Year’s Eve. He saw you and Kageyama . . . you know . . .”

Panic immediately rose into your chest and you jumped up from the couch, color leaving your face as you stared at her, wide eyed.

“He . . . he saw . . . Yama saw . . .”

“Everything.”

It suddenly clicked why everyone was looking at you like they had a secret. They knew your secret but didn’t want you to know. You slowly sank onto the couch again, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“We’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. Suga finally decided to talk to you about it this weekend but . . . the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Does Tobio know?” you asked, closing your eyes.

“Tobio?”

You opened your eyes to see Yachi’s mouth wide open.

“You’re on a first name basis now?!” she screeched.

Flushing, you tried to stutter out an excuse but just gave up. You threw your hands up in defeat.

“Yachi, if Yama saw us kissing I’m sure it’s assumed we’re on a first name basis!”

She squealed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe this is happening! Look at you two, who would have thought?”

Groaning, you tried to get out of her hug.

“Can you not please? I’m still trying to figure out the situation. I haven’t seen him since that night.”

“Really?”

Yachi pulled back, frowning.

“Well . . . that makes sense,” she hummed. “It’s a new year, so he’s probably practicing a ton for the upcoming season.”

A slow grin crept onto her face.

“Look at you, crushing on your former nemesis. You’ve grown so much!”

Another groan left your lips as you stood up, announcing you needed a shower before stalking off. A slow grin spread on Yachi’s face as an idea crept into her mind.

***

Another week passed and you found yourself alone on a Saturday. Yachi and Hinata were going to some art exhibit downtown that he had gotten free tickets for. She had told you not to stay up for her and told you to enjoy your alone time. So now, here you were, scarfing down a burger on the couch while you rewatched Criminal Minds for the millionth time. The exhibit had begun in the late afternoon but the two had left early to grab some lunch. Swallowing a particularly big bite, you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Confused, you glanced down at your phone for the time.

“Yachi?” you called out with a full mouth. “You’re back early. Is everything okay?”

When you didn’t get a response, you turned around. You immediately froze. Kageyama was standing in the doorway, the same frozen look on his face as you appraised you. Embarrassment flooded your veins as you realized you were dressed in your ugliest home clothes, hair tied up into a terrible bun with ketchup all over your face. Clearing his throat, he quietly closed the door behind him and gave you a small nod.

“Er, Yachi asked me to come check if she left something here. She’s out with Hinata but doesn't want to come back.”

You nodded furiously and whipped your head back to the TV, cheeks bright red. Tobio slipped off his shoes and padded off down the hallway. Sucking in a deep breath, you tried your hardest to focus on Dr. Spencer Reid’s analysis but failed, knowing that the man you had been dying to see was now in your house with you.

Alone.

A few minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned. You gave a hesitant look down the hallway and called his name.

“Are you alright?”

Another few minutes passed before he came back in, his expression completely unreadable as he shuffled past you awkwardly. He stopped near the doorway, seeming to hesitate to leave. A part of you wanted him to stay but you didn’t want to come off as a bother. Biting your lip, you decided to bite the bullet and had just opened your mouth to ask when he spoke first.

“Do you want some company?”

You nodded, scooting over to give him some room on the couch. Quickly cleaning up your mess, you scooped up the take out bag and dashed to the kitchen to toss it out. When you returned, Tobio seemed much more comfortable, one hand wrapped around the back of the couch. You sat on the opposite side of the couch and tried to pretend you weren’t insanely nervous.

Criminal Minds continued on, with the BAU finding their Unsub and trying to save the latest victim in time. While you watched on, you hadn’t realized that Tobio had been subtly scooting closer to you. By the time the episode ended, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Confused, you looked over at Tobio to see him, cheeks flushed as he pulled you flush against his side. The next episode started and you allowed yourself to relax against him.

It was hard to focus now. Since you had watched the episode before, your mind kept hyperfixating on Tobio’s warmth and his hand holding your shoulder tightly. You tucked your feet underneath you and leaned more into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Halfway through the episode, you kept feeling Tobio squirming next to you. Frowning, you turned to look at him.

“Are you okay? Is this too squeamish for you -”

Your teasing was cut short by him pressing his lips harshly on yours. Surprised, it took you a second to react but you quickly returned the kiss, letting one hand tangle in his soft hair. The kiss quickly became heated and the two of you pulled apart.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called you,” he panted, cheeks flushed.

“N-no! It’s fine, you’ve been busy with practice,” you assured him.

“I really like you,” he blurted out. “I have for a long time.”

Your eyes widened. Kageyama Tobio was confessing to you!

“I’m just really shitty with expressing my feelings. The first day I met you, I was extremely attracted to you. But I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling so I shut down and, well . . . I was an asshole.”

The color from his cheeks faded and he studied you with an intense gaze. You knew he wanted a response so you decided to show him with your actions. You kissed him again, throwing your arms around his neck to bring him closer to your body.

“I like you too. Shut up and kiss me.”

He grinned, and you realized it was the first time you had genuinely seen him smile. He leaned in again and kissed you, working quickly to push his tongue into your mouth. You were slowly starting to get turned on and decided to be bold by biting down on his bottom lip. He gave a sharp exhale and you thrust your tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands moved from the couch to begin trailing down your back, sending goosebumps down your spine. You arched into his touch, letting out a quiet moan before sighing in pleasure. He pulled you onto his lap and you clumsily settled into it. The two of you paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes as the severity of the moment hit you both.

“Are we really doing this right now?” you whispered.

“I guess we are,” Tobio breathed out.

He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against your neck. Biting down, he began leaving marks along the expanse of it. You pulled him even closer to you, closing your eyes to relish in the feeling of his lips on you. Suddenly, you were being lifted up and your eyes flew open.

“Fuck this, I need a bed,” he growled out.

He began walking down the hallway, the voices of Garcia and Morgan flirting fading away as you entered your room. He dropped you on the bed, grabbing the hem of his shirt to throw it over his head. You were entranced by the sight of his toned, athletic body, your eyes grazing over him until they lowered and reached the waistband of his sweats.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, smirking.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed him by the hips and pulled him to you.

“Shut up and get over here.”

Chuckling, he complied and crawled on the bed towards you. Reaching for your sweats, he began swiftly untying them before slowly pulling them down your legs. His eyes zeroed in on your core, his tongue swiping out to lick his lips. You shivered from the anticipation.

“Can I confess something to you?” Tobio asked, pausing in his movement.

“Um, sure?”

“Er, Yachi sent me to her room to find that ‘thing’ but I found . . . these instead.”

He reached into his sweats pockets and pulled out a roll of condoms. You choked on your spit, eyes going wide as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“You’re joking,” you deadpanned.

“She must have planned this from the start. I knew the entire crew was acting weird,” he frowned.

“Yeah, I confronted her about it. It was . . . awkward.”

A moment of silence fell over you two. Trying to reignite the passion, you grabbed the roll from his hand and ripped one out, waving it in front of his face.

“Might as well put this to use, no?” you grinned.

He snatched it from your hand, placing it on the bed as he began to fumble with his own sweats. Giggling, you pulled your shirt over your head, watching as he threw the sweats over his shoulder and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

“We can stop now,” he offered quietly.

You shook your head.

“I’ve been wanting this for a while. You can keep going. Please.”

With that, he slowly began pulling them down. His cock sprang out, slapping against his lower stomach. Given a man of Tobio’s stature, you figured he would be packing slightly, and you were definitely not disappointed. Biting your lip, you sat up to unclasp your bra and peeled your panties off.

Now fully naked, you took a minute to admire each other’s forms before Tobio reached for the condom and opened it. He rolled in onto himself, giving a low grunt as he stroked himself a few times.

“Are you sure?” he offered again, eyes watching you softly.

You nodded, laying back and spreading your legs for him. His eyes got wide and he kneeled down, aligning himself before sucking in a breath and pushing in slowly. The familiar feeling of being stretched had you already curling your toes, eyes fluttering shut as you savored him inside of you. He let out a low groan, stopping as he bottomed out before pulling out and snapping his hips against yours. You let out a sharp breath, hands clawing at the sheets as he continued to thrust into you. The sheets rustled around you and you felt his warm hands grab onto yours, interlacing your fingers as he began to pick up the pace. He lowered his face towards you, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck before following the trail with his tongue.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock,” he panted out.

His words had you moaning loudly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You tried to match your hips to his rhythm, trying to chase the feeling of pleasure as your orgasm began to form in the pit of your stomach. Tobio seemed to be close, his fingers squeezing yours tightly as his hips lost their tempo.

“I’m s-so close,” you whimpered.

“Then cum for me. Fuck, cum for me on my cock, baby.”

It took his words plus an extra sharp thrust to release the coil forming in you, seeing white behind your closed eyes. You moaned out his name incoherently, tightening around him as he pumped into you before finishing too, groaning your name as he came into the condom.

The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath. Your legs were still wrapped around him, legs sore from how tight you were holding him to you. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of sensation. Sliding off the bed, he removed the condom and padded over to the bathroom.

You were half asleep when he returned, grabbing a blanket to drape it over the both of you.

“Um, sorry I finished so fast. It’s been a while and, well . . . I was kind of holding out for this.”

You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“It’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to try again.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio imagine #kageyama tobio x reader #enemies to friends to lovers #eventual smut #most of the haikyuu peeps are here

107 notes · View notes

yoooespinosa · 3 years ago

Note

please do a part 2 for the draco fic where he rejects her i cant be left like that also would love for them to end up together

a/n: I feel like its rushed, idk. I didn't even like how the first part came out, so I had no motivation for this one. Im sorry, I tried lmao.

here’s part 1

"Y/l/n!" A voice just a few ways down the corridor called, the person you've been trying to avoid.

You increased your pace, dodging the people around you and their swinging bags they carried. You knew he called you out in the middle of a crowded corridor because it would be harder for you to get away, which only multiplied your irritation.

"Y/l/n!" He called louder, sounding closer, only making you walk away faster.

"Y/n." He latched onto your wrist, once you escaped the crowd of students, you groaned in frustration.

"What, Malfoy?" Turning to him and yanking your arm free.

He looked taken aback that you actually acknowledged him, unlike the incidents before. He sputtered, you almost laughed in his face-- because, Draco Malfoy, sputtering? You've never seen that before.

"If you're just going to gawk at me like a weirdo," Already turning away. "then I think I'll take my leave."

"No!" He said a little too loudly. Lower this time "No, look, can we talk."

You pursed your lips, masking your face with the indifference that he normally carried himself with. "We don't have anything to talk about."

Once again, you turned away, managing to get four steps in this time.

“Look, can i just-“ He cuts himself off when your steps don’t falter. “Y/n, please.”

You immediately pause mid-step. He sounded, desperate. You let out a silent sigh, slowly turning to face him, his eyes were burning into yours once you met them.

You stare at him until he casts his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow, surely he doesn’t expect you to accept that pitiful apology. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He snaps at you, meeting your gaze once again.

You raise you eyebrow at him, unamused.

“I’m sorry.” Once again, more sincere this time.

Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive him, not right now at least. You didn’t care if it took a lot in him to pack up the courage and apologize, you refuse to let Draco Malfoy walk all over you again. He’ll have to earn your forgiveness.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, his cheeks flush and once again looks away from you.

“I bet you are.” A mumbled response as you walk away from him, just like you walked away from him on the night of his rejection, yet this time you didn’t carry the burden of a broken heart.

Lotus flowers. He somehow got you a bouquet of lotus flowers, your favorite. You’re not sure how he even managed to do that, with such flowers, but he did.

You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when you looked up and met his grey eyes, shining with hopefulness, a few ways down the slytherin table in the great hall.

You hadn’t talked to him in a few days and he hadn’t seeked you out, a part of you was a little disappointed, but now that feeling disintegrated.

You actually haven’t talked to the three other slytherins sitting around him either. They apologized too and you reluctantly accepted, but still chose to surround yourself with other people, people who wouldn’t laugh at you behind your back.

“He’s really trying, isn’t he?” Tracey Davis chuckled softly from her place next you, gazing at the beautiful flowers you held in your hand.

“I guess.” You mumble, pursing your lips in thought.

“Well, are you going to forgive him or carry it out a little longer?” Milicent asks, with a smirk adorning her face, you already knew which choice she’d prefer.

You smirk back at her before swiftly casting an incendio to the beautiful flowers, you only regretted it a little, but it was all worth it once you saw the look on his face.

His mask crumbled. Good, i’ll incendio his flowers like he did my heart, you thought bitterly.

The next advance he made was when you were next to your favorite window, in the abandoned corridor. The sun was close to setting, making a beautiful orange tint cast across the corridor.

You heard footsteps, each once coming closer to you and you immediately knew it was him. You had felt him staring at you all day, each one getting harder to ignore. Especially the ones that were burning through your skull when you were around Harry.

But you never gave him the satisfaction of meeting his eye. You completely ignored him, as if he wasn’t there, as if you he was easily dismissible.

“Y/n.” He calls your name once he reached you, voice obviously trying to seem casual.

A noncommittal hum was your response, not bothering to look up from the book you had on your lap, still casually leaning against the wall, basking in the orange rays that hit you.

“Y/n.” His voice was softer this time, softer than you’ve ever heard before, making your head snap to his automatically.

In his arms were a bunch of your favorite sweets, you weren’t sure how he knew which you preferred. You raise your eyebrow in question.

“I know how you like to snack.” He mumbles, laying down the foods next to you, he rambles on. “I know you usually like to watch the sun go down by the black lake, but since it’s colder out i knew you’d be here. You were always the type that liked to snack a lot— i already said that, sorry...i brought your favorites.” He looked at you sheepishly.

You never seen him look so... shy. You were stumped, didn’t even know what to say. You just stared at the food next to you for a minute.

“Thanks,” You say slowly, still trying to process. “How did you know these were my favorites?”

He shrugged, half-heartedly. “I paid attention.”

You scoffed, that same bitter feeling washing over you for a second. “Honestly Malfoy, these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time.” You reused his words.

Regretting it immediately, when he flinched. Looking pained by it. You wanted to enjoy his pain, but nothing about it satisfied you, not anymore it seemed, not when he’s so clearly trying.

He gave you a washed-out smile, “I hope you enjoy them.” Then walked away, you listened till you could no longer hear his footsteps.

You were walking side by side with Harry, desperately trying to listen to the story he was telling you. His hands were whisking in the air, adding dramatics, and every so often he’d have to push his glasses up. You would usually find this amusing, but you were distracted.

Draco had been doing nice things for you all week. You were trying hard to hold this grudge you built, but with you each soft smile and saddened eyes he sent your way, your resolved crumbled.

The butterflies hesitantly coming out their cage.

And he did seem sorry, truly he did, you were so close to forgiving him. You don’t know what was holding you back anymore.

You met his eyes from across the corridor, his eyes softening once meeting yours, then hardening a second later when seeing who was next to you. Yet, he kept his path to you.

“May i talk to you?” He asked softly, not acknowledging Harry, who stopped his animated story.

You looked at the green eyed boy next to you, he took the hint and turned down the opposite corridor. “Yeah, sure.”

That familiar streak of hope flashes through his eyes as he led you down to the gardens to the bench that you loved to occupy.

“I wanted to say i’m sorry, again.” He said once you both were seated, your knees knocked against his when he turned his body towards you.

You nodded, signaling him to go on.

“It was wrong for me to treat you like that, to say those things.” He took a deep breath. “I was stupid, i took advantage of the best thing that ever happened to me. You were always so good to me, treating me with kindness that i didn’t deserve. Will never deserve.”

“Dra-“ He cut you off gently.

“No, just let me get this out first.” He placed his hand over yours timidly, when you didn’t pull away, he interlocked his fingers with yours. “You did things for me that no one else has ever done. I was flattered at first, when i first realized you liked me, i didn’t think you could ever like me. You’ve always been so beautiful, i never thought i would have a chance. But then i find out you liked me. I got the prettiest girl in Hogwarts to like me.” He shook his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

He continued on, “It got to my head obviously, i thought maybe if i shown my interest, you’d realize that i wasn’t as great as you thought me to be. It was so dumb of me, to act like i didn’t like you, i actually got myself to believe i didn’t.”

He moved closer to you, “I understand if you don’t forgive me, i don’t deserve it honestly. Fuck, i wouldn’t even forgive me. But, i would regret it if i didn’t at least try.”

He brought your interlocked hands closer to him, kissing the back of your hand, “So this is me, putting my heart out there, either for you to break or hold in your hands. Please forgive me and give me another chance, that i don’t deserve?”

You didn’t even know your eyes were tearing up until one slid down your cheek, before you could wipe it away, his thumb came up and did it for you.

You didn’t answer, you just placed your lips on his. Caressing his lips with your own, feverishly. Pouring out every emotion into him. He kissed you back with just the same passion. Bringing his hands to your face, caressing his thumbs on your flushing cheeks, tilting your head back as he controlled your lips. Bringing the kiss to a softer pace. Your hands played with the hair on his nape, until he pulled back.

“So, was that a yes?” He breathed a laugh, you could still see the vulnerability in his eyes.

“Yes, of course, you idiot.”

“Yeah?” He was smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah,” You kissed him breathless once more, then pulling back. “but first you have to get me another one of those bouquets.”

“Anything.” He states softly, placing his lips back on yours, as if he’s done it for years.

#draco angst #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy x reader #draco one shot #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco x slytherin!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #lexi’s fics ◡̈

808 notes · View notes

lovenona · 3 years ago

Text

ON THE SACRED BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD.

synopsis; choso may be their beloved frat brother, but he’ll always be your brother first. (for the frat au collab.)

pairing; frat boy! choso x f! reader

contains; stepcest, dubcon (reader is under the influence but having a good time), extensive descriptions of knife play and blood play, marking (choso carves his name into you), oral (f! receiving), borderline yandere/possessive choso (he loves you A Lot), choso goes from mean to Soft, consumption and romanticization of drugs and alcohol, (1) use of ‘angel’, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns, this is essentially all foreplay and ends before the fucking because i got tired, minors do not interact or perish

word count; 6.5k

the yard outside is clean, well-kept. there’s talk that the house’s landlord is a retired gardener who receives great joy from keeping up the hydrangeas and peonies along the sidewalk. it’s certainly award-winning, that front yard, with its colorful blossoms and plush bees circling the mailbox.

they’re so lucky, students bemoan on their way to and from class. i can’t believe the frat boys get to live there. i bet they don’t even know how lucky they are.

it’s a seemingly kind house from the outside – recently renovated with navy blue paint and white trimming, a large front porch and a few inviting windows. the place that omega lambda now calls home is, simply put, a dream. it sits just a few minutes from campus and it tells the street proudly, fondly, that there is no better place to be than here.

it’s true, in some respects, that omega lambda likes to see themselves as above the sweat and grime of their fellow frat brothers. they don’t spend their weekends “fucking and drinking” and tracking dirt across the carpet like animals. their fun is calm, refined: to be invited to a night with omega lambda means a night of smoke curling into the air, of gossip over olive-colored couches, of pills under tongues, of ease and relaxation.

it’s slower than the others, they say in the back of monday morning lectures, but no less extreme, no matter what those boys try and tell you.

i think i was tripping for days, the girl from psychology 101 boasted. whatever the fuck yuuji gets is strong.

such stories amaze you: and even as you stand on the sidewalk outside the perfect blue house, petunias curling inward with the evening breeze, you cannot believe they are real. it’s hard to imagine the face of your beloved stepbrother tied to these antics. it’s hard to imagine that the boy who used to come home every winter and summer with bloodshot eyes and a beat-up skateboard also swore a loyal, unbreakable oath of brotherhood to a band of boys you’ve never met.

it’s hard to imagine that your own stepbrother, choso, the one who taught you how to ride a bike and how to apply eyeliner and how to kiss without teeth, quite literally runs what has been dubbed the chillest fraternity on campus.

but yet, here you are, new to university, fresh-faced and eager, cowering outside the door of the omega lambda residence. your favorite skirt hovers around your thighs and you tug at the collar of your shirt, fiddle with the charm of the necklace choso gave you for your birthday a few years ago.

he’d invited you here almost immediately after learning that you and your roommate had tried your hand at partying with beta pi epsilon. naoya is trash, choso’s fervent texts read the next morning. absolute dick – don’t trust him. come hang out with us instead. he’d attached the address of the blue house along with a reminder to have a snack and take some medicine for your godforsaken hangover.

the message had taken you a little by surprise. choso’s always been sweet to you – doting, even, if you wanted a better word for it – but you hadn’t been sure how he’d handle attending the same university. your other friends all complain that they’d rather die than see their families; twins separate after orientation, brothers and sisters look the other way if they pass each other in the quad. you feared choso would be the same, that the omnipotent attention he gave you at home would completely dissipate the moment you moved into your dorm.

but his text reaffirms you, if anything. and although your roommate had opted to be wined and dined by the boy from calculus this evening, you don’t mind attending alone. her absence from your side only means you will be able to see your stepbrother without a distraction.

the music buzzes through the door as you knock and wring your fingers on the doorstep. should you just walk in? should you text choso and wait for him to fetch you? the ins-and-outs of frat etiquette cloud your mind until the door swings open and you’re met, face-to-face, with a young pink-haired man dangling a blunt from one hand and his phone, opened to his spotify playlist, from the other.

“hi,” you say, words foreign in your throat. “choso invited me?”

“oh, cool,” itadori yuuji says, shrugging his shoulders like he never would have questioned it. “come on in. you can put your shoes over there.”

while omega lambda is not packed from wall to wall as your night at beta pi epsilon had been, the various couches propped against the walls and surrounding the living room coffee table are nearly packed to the brim with the frat brothers and their guests. the air, hazy with smoke and desire and drinking, shifts and swirls as it curls around purple LED lights before fogging up the windows and disappearing up the stairs. it is warm here, easy, like dropping into the depths of a pleasurable dream.

“there’s drinks in the kitchen,” yuuji is saying, voice thick with his high, “and we’ve got some other stuff on the table, although you’ll have to pay yuuta for those–”

yuuji’s narration is cut off as a familiar figure crashes into yours, sweeping you into a hug so tight you fear your bones will snap from the pressure. choso smells like the cologne you bought him for his birthday, like fresh laundry and comfort; you breathe him in, deeply, and let yourself relax into the soft cotton of his black t-shirt.

“glad you could make it,” choso mumbles into your skin. he draws back slightly, drinks you in, your little skirt and your dainty socks that he’s always been partial to. he looks from you to yuuji, still vibing to the side with his playlist, and his eyes crinkle in what must be mirth.

“it’s good to see you,” you say.

“you saw me at lunch with mom last week.” choso smiles, the black line across his nose crinkling when his eyes light up.

“you get what i mean.” you tap his shoulder, lightly, as emphasis. the anxiety dissolves; it’s you, and him, like it’s always been. it’s your stepbrother choso who watches your shadow and wraps you up to keep the rest of the world at bay.

but the tender moment is broken when someone, a tall blonde girl with the aura of a lioness, calls out to choso to ask him for assistance. he looks at you, a bit forlorn, before telling yuuji to help you get settled in and making his way to the other end of the living room.

“yes, this way!” yuuji grabs your arm and drags you across the floor like you’ve known each other forever. “i make some fucking good drinks if i do say so myself.”

which, consequently enough, is how you find yourself losing your mind within the walls of omega lambda.

it’s not that you’re a virgin to the world of cocktails and lime and pills: it’s that you’re too sweet to know when to stop. it’s hard to tell yuuji no more, thanks when his face is so bright, when he and the strange, blue-haired frat brother mahito are asking you to try this and try that and to let us know what you think.

so you let yourself sway through the house, from couch to couch, listening to this mahito boy tell you about his latest philosophy courses as he dances cold fingers across your shoulders, listening to yuuji explain the very serious business of pulling an all-nighter without coffee, watching the LED lights shift from purple to blue and back again.

(you’re not sure where choso is. perhaps, in your altered state, he’s sitting just across from you and you don’t even know it. but you don’t mind, because his brothers get along with you just as well. you don’t mind, because you’re too drunk or too high to know any better.)

“and how are you doing?” a dark-haired man slides into the empty couch space next to you. arms littered with various tattoos and dark hair pulled back into a casual half-bun, he could have been your beloved choso had he not exuded such finesse, such arrogance, which choso could never be capable of doing.

“i’m alright,” you say, but you’re more than alright. the room is so warm and your brain is so fuzzy that you might melt into the couch if someone looked away for even a minute. “i don’t think we’ve met before? i’m choso’s stepsister.”

he simpers, a humid thing, one that coils around your eyelids and sets your insides alight. “ah! i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to meet you.” he holds out a manicured hand; black nail polish glimmers in the dim light. “geto. i’m one of choso’s frat brothers.”

his handshake might take your soul with it. his hands are smooth, refined. you swear he can feel your quickening pulse as you introduce yourself. he watches you like you might be the only person in the room, like you might be the sweetest thing to have ever crossed the threshold. and filled with rum and liqueur and confidence you take it, gladly, because you’re young and the thought of university still puts stars in your eyes.

“so what are you studying?” geto is saying, prying you apart, picking through your history. he’s in his final year and you’re in your first and he knows all there is to know while you still have nothing. you latch onto him because he gets it, because he’s handsome, because you’re silly and desperate and drunk. somewhere along the way your thighs touch and his hand greets your shoulder and you think that you finally made it into his lap because mahito complained that the couch was too full.

geto smells like expensive cologne. you smell vaguely of lemons and shampoo. yuuji jokes with you from across the table and you like it, the way these brothers’ eyes fall on you.

so you spiral, further and further, into a daze you cannot escape from. you barely react to geto’s firm hand snaking up your bare thigh because you are too busy trying yuuji’s latest creation and asking mahito for more of whatever he gave you. it’s fun, it’s weightless; you feel beautiful, supreme, like the kind of college girl you’re supposed to be. you’re desirable, cute. you’re the girl to be in love with, the one who sets the scene.

those rumors were right. the party is certainly slower than the other frats you’ve visited, with more emphasis on sitting and vibing than on dancing and drinking games, but no less extreme. you’re so far out of your brain that you wonder briefly if it will ever be possible to come back down. maybe you’ll be her, on monday morning, the girl who’s still tripping.

“you know,” geto is saying, his breath eerily close to your pulse, a moment away from pressing a kiss to your cheek, your neck, “you should stop by more often.”

“yeah?” you hope you sound sexier than you are. “i’d love to–”

“excuse me,” choso’s voice cuts through your lazy fantasy like the sharp fall of a guillotine. “i’d prefer if you didn’t hit on my sister, geto.”

geto’s laugh reverberates against your back, your ears. his grip on you lightens immediately, and whatever words he’d saved for you die away. “i’m not,” he says, but his voice is too easy to be honest. “just keeping her company. right, sweetheart?”

you’re finding it hard to see straight. caught in this game of cat and mouse you find you can do nothing but sit lamely in geto’s lap and watch choso’s favorite necklace reflect the purple light. it’s only after a revolution around the sun you realize you haven’t spoken, that you’ve done nothing but hover, a lot of drunk and a little high and a little nervous, between one man and the other. you mumble a yes in affirmation but it’s clear from the tension that choso doesn’t believe it.

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” choso sighs. “come on, then. you’ve had enough for one night.” familiar arms lift you off the couch and you stumble, much like a baby gazelle, into the safety of choso’s chest. the room spins with the sudden change; you cling to him like a lifeline as you abandon the party to head upstairs.

of course, bedazzled out of your mind, you do not question when choso leads you to the end of the hallway and over the threshold of his bedroom. it feels expected in a way, safe, as if the party had always been meaning to end here. as if there was no other place you should be.

“so?” choso asks, casually, shutting the door behind him with a damning click. “did you enjoy being a little whore with my brothers?”

his words take a long moment to settle in your ears. you’re caught in the swirl of euphoria in your brain, the black t-shirts scattered across the floor, the small houseplant you once bought him seated on the windowsill. it warms your heart to see it there, after all this time.

“well?” choso demands your attention. he takes your jaw in his hand and lifts your eyes to meet his gaze. his silver rings, imposing and cool on slender fingers, burn into your heated flesh like embers. his eyes swim with distaste and you know it’s your fault, somehow, but when the walls tilt and your rationality fogs over, you can’t quite pinpoint why.

“i–” your words catch in your throat. it’s clear, from the darkness in his eyes, from the way his nails dig into the soft flesh of your jawline, that anything you say to defend yourself will be futile. it’s choso’s world, you’ve always known, and even now, you’re merely living in it.

“i invite my sister to see me, because i miss her,” choso’s words nestle themselves deep into your bloodstream, settling amongst the brandy and wine, “and she chooses to spend the night bending over for my brothers. how do you think that makes me feel?”

it’s a look you know: a look that has haunted you for hours and days, a look that you know better than any other. it’s the look that guides the hand between your legs at night and the look you recreate in your mind’s eye when your vibrator just isn’t enough. you’re crumbling already, like sand beneath his touch.

“i’m sorry,” you say to him, but the words are soft and whispered things, shy beneath the weight of your own guilt and disappointment. “i didn’t mean to–”

“no,” choso admonishes. he steps closer, guiding you backwards until his bedsheets brush the backs of your knees. “of course you didn’t. you’re still too dumb to know what you’re doing.” his voice, evenly condescending, hardly matches the gentle brush of his fingers as he moves to cup your cheeks. you close your eyes against it, savoring the shivers he sends across you body with every heartbeat, every movement. “still need your big brother to keep you in check.”

you do not respond: he does not intend for you too. instead choso presses you back until you fall onto his bed, crawling over you to cage your body beneath him like a predator and its prey. your brain falters with the sudden movement, with the lateness of the hour and the depravity of your position, but you can do nothing but look at him with your helpless doe-eyes while something saccharine pools in your belly.

“look at you,” choso says. “high out of your damn mind. good thing i caught you when i did. who knows what would have happened.”

you believe him, you do, especially when choso dips his head to kiss you and demands your subservience. his tongue licks the aftermath of your cocktails from your lips and claims the expanse of your mouth, your teeth, your sanity. you let him take you, body and soul, even when you’re clamoring for air and freedom. there is no safety but choso’s lips, flavored with his cinnamon chapstick, no sacred home but the warmth of his mouth.

“there’s my girl,” choso breathes, nose brushing against yours as he pulls back for air. “going to be good for me now? going to make it up to your big brother?”

he doesn’t wait for a response; fingers dance along the silk of your blouse as he undoes each button, one by one, letting his fingers dip slyly against the newly exposed expanse of your collarbone and your chest and your stomach. you make no move to stop him, caught somewhere between choso’s aura and reality and time.

(and maybe in another life you would have stopped him. maybe in another life you would have been ashamed. but it’s choso, your sworn protector and god among men, and you would be a fool to try and stop the one who knows best. he is safety, protection. who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t taken you away when he did.)

“is this new?” choso asks, studying the curve of your bra as he rests against your hips. “who are you trying to impress?”

it’s thin lavender lace, choso’s favorite. your face warms at the observation and you turn your head away, nestling among the sheets, as if you could escape choso’s eyes: but his fingers still trace the material and you can still hear him breathing and you know he will never look away.

“i just got it,” you answer, humbled and mildly humiliated and certainly a little fucked up. the words are slow and imprecise as you stumble over your own tongue. “i wanted to…treat myself.”

choso’s exploratory hands move from your bra to the waistband of your skirt. “could’ve just asked me,” he says earnestly, intently. “i would’ve gotten it for you.”

your affirmative hum is lost when choso mindfully pulls your skirt down your legs and discards it somewhere in the shadows of the room. he says nothing of it, of the thin fabric or the way it flattered you just right. perhaps he is jealous of it. perhaps he does not want to remember the way his brothers looked at you when you wore it, the way geto’s hands caressed the places no other man should go.

“they match, i see,” choso gestures towards your underwear. terrified and knowing and aware that you’re growing damper with each passing minute, you press your thighs together. “they’re cute.”

“t-thank you,” you whisper. “i… i got them for you. your favorite color.”

he smiles, a precious and glorious thing, a smile that causes flowers to grow and birds to sing. you electrify at the sight of it, blissful only when he is.

“i’d hope so,” choso says, “because i don’t think i could take it if this was meant for someone else.”

he reaches over to the nightstand while his words claw through you. choso smells like cinnamon and safety and pleasure; your heartbeat quickens as his t-shirt brushes against you, as your world collapses into nothing but choso’s profile, his butterfly hair-clips and his glowing skin and his power.

when choso settles back over you, resting against your thighs until you think you might die of it, something silver and shiny rests in his palm. you’d recognize it even if your eyes were closed, if the room were so dark that you couldn’t see if you tried. a searing and insatiable sensation lodges itself in your veins; it is fear personified, it is anticipation of a behavior you cannot even name.

choso twirls his beloved switchblade deftly between his well-manicured fingertips. it reflects the low-light of the room. it calls out to you, the beautiful and dangerous thing, a siren’s song that promises both your misery and your fortune. choso’s face is relaxed, serene, as the envy and the fury seemingly melts away from him and leaves only a disinterested vessel behind.

he lets you study it, lets you study him, and you know he’s pleased when he can feel your thighs tense, when you try so damn hard not to let choso know just how affected you really are. he shifts, grinding gently against your pelvis as he moves, causing you to bite your lip in a desperate attempt to surpress the gentlest of moans.

“well,” choso says, disregarding the state he’s slowly working you into. he shifts down your body and runs a lackluster hand across the lacy expanse of your underwear. shivers pierce your navel, silver rings poison your skin. it’s all you can do to watch him, his heartless eyes and his casual form, as his thumb prods at the place where you underwear crosses your hip. “let’s get these off. i’d hate to have anyone else see you in them.”

you feel the blade before you see it. cold, unfriendly, it rests against the gentle skin of your hip, a killer ready to take a life. a humiliatingly choked whine is out of your mouth before you can swallow it; your gasp reverberates throughout the room, the sound of one who knows they’ve lost a fight.

“choso–” you breathe, but you don’t know quite what it is you’re asking him for.

he doesn’t answer immediately, opting instead to tease you further with the blade as he presses it against you until goosebumps rise in chorus. your fingers curl in on themselves, desperate for purchase, while fear and longing hum everywhere in your being.

“don’t worry,” choso says. “i’ll buy you more. now be good and stay still.”

you want to writhe, to lash out and squirm beneath the intensity of the moment, but you fear choso’s disappointment more than you crave such release. your big brother choso has never been afraid to hurt you: to pierce the skin where it hurts, to draw blood where he means it. if you move, the blade will move with you. you know this as you know every scar choso has left behind.

it’s agonizing, this pace. choso’s tongue peeks out from between his teeth as he works with the ease of a great master. it’s like watching paint dry, like waiting for grass to grow or continents to shift. he cuts away at the expensive lingerie you bought just last weekend like he has all the time in the world, like he does not care if the sun rises and you are still crying beneath him.

(and he does it, you know, because you’ve never been one to be patient.)

“choso,” you whine, drawing his name out, long and frustrated, as if in song. “go faster.” your legs twitch in protest and the blade comes ever closer.

“no.” choso does not even spare the kindness to look at you, his beloved little sister. “stop whining.”

the rest of your complaints lodge in your throat. you fear disobeying him, so you grip the comforter like a lifeline, exasperated tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as the blade cuts through your clothes and ghosts across the bare skin beneath. it’s embarrassing, really, the way you can feel yourself becoming more and more desperate the further choso drifts away from you, the more he refuses to indulge.

you wonder if he can sense the arousal on you, feel it, smell it, even, like you’re nothing but his own little plaything in heat.

after an eternity, the blade finally cuts through your panties with a satisfying rip. the torn fabric sits pitifully against your hips, a reminder of your own subservience, until choso peels it away from you with enough condescension to move you to tears. the cool air of the room hits your thighs, your cunt, like a ghost who’s taken up residence beside you.

blissfully unaware of your feelings, choso studies the remains of your ruined underwear, the thin fabric and the obvious stain of your arousal. locking eyes with you, he bring it to his nose for a brief and pleasurable inhale before he discards it somewhere on the other side of the room.

“there we are,” he says, as if he hadn’t just smelled yourself in front of you. “now no one will ever know about it but me.”

“choso,” you whimper, hot. it’s a gift and a humiliation to be beneath him like this, to shake with need and yet to be denied it, to ask for something, for anything, in a voice so unabashedly loud that anyone who passes by the door might hear it.

he ignores you, again, and turns his attention to your bra as it flutters against your fervent chest. you watch with wide eyes as the blade comes closer, closer, dancing against your ribcage and sending ice into your lungs until it slices through the front of your bra, down the center of your chest, like the thin fabric was made of nothing but water.

“get rid of this,” he says; you listen. with quick and quivering fingertips you shimmy your way out of the delicate material and toss it over the side of the bed faster than the speed of sound. choso, pleased with your obedience, intently traces the curve of your breasts, thumbing your nipples until you find yourself arching into his touch.

(choso, you mumble, eyes falling shut at the feeling. still, as always, he does not listen. he draws his hands away.)

it kills you, the way choso’s eyes possess you, own you, dictate the movement in your bloodstream. it’s akin to being pulled along on marionette strings, a puppet of choso’s own design, made to dance for him and him alone.

it’s the prize he deserves, your big brother, to own you and protect you, body and soul.

it’s that very intensity which moves you to misty tears, which causes your hands to fly out to meet him against your better judgement. choso lets you pleasure yourself for a moment with the texture of his t-shirt and the outline of his shoulders before brushing your hands away like unnecessary flies.

“did you whore yourself out like this when you went to naoya’s?” choso prods. the patronization lies beneath feigned and genuine curiosity. there are no inflections, no signs of anger. this is how your big brother gets you, every time: it’s the neglect, the disinterest, that breeds your guilt. “are you really so easy for every boy that comes your way?”

you shake your head and wish you could bury yourself further into the bedsheets. no, never. try as you might the first-year college boys here just haven’t been enough, the older ones too preoccupied with better cunts to look your way.

“just because those guys are my brothers,” choso continues, shifting further and further down your body, spreading your legs until he can fit himself comfortably between them, “doesn’t mean i have to share everything with them.”

“i’m sorry, choso,” you try again, “i’m sorry. i don’t want anyone else–”

“that’s right,” choso interrupts. “you don’t need anyone else. no one is ever going to love you the way i do.”

the way your big brother does, his eyes say, but he doesn’t have to voice it. you already know. it’s true that no one knows you better than choso does. no one understands your limits and your desires the way your brother has for as long as you’ve known him. no one knows how to caress you when you cry, how to run their tongue across your lips to silence you when you’re too eager. it’s always choso. it’s always been choso; but sometimes you’re just too much of a fool to see it.

the blade, cool and demanding, presses against the soft flesh of your thigh, just below the hip. you twitch in surprise at the sensation and curl your toes to quell the ache in your cunt. it’s slick, weeping; you can feel it, the arousal, as it pools and pools and drips quietly onto the comforter.

“choso, what are you–” you ask, breathily, pitifully, but choso’s quick glare reduces you into obedient silence.

he licks the cinnamon chapstick on his lips. a stray hair falls across his eyes and kisses the dark line across his nose. he is love and danger, a cocktail of possession and surrender. “i think,” choso says, the words slow and thoughtful, “you need a reminder of who loves you the most.”

a strangled cry escapes your lips when the blade pierces your skin just enough to draw blood. the sting travels up through your spine and fogs up your senses, causes your cunt to weep in horrible anticipation. it hurts, it does, the first cut, but still you find yourself waiting for more of it, more, in terror and lust and love.

“choso–” you cry, a misty tear escaping out of the corner of your eye, but the call is met by another stroke, longer this time, drawn out, until your knuckles clutch the bedsheets so tensely they might as well turn to stone.

“stay still,” choso admonishes amidst the burn of it. “you’ll hurt yourself.”

as if you were the one in control. but you listen, obediently as always, and the alcohol from earlier combined with the need in your chest mixes together until your body is as taut as a desperate wire, until you no longer have control of yourself or your limbs. the knife cuts easily, choso’s hands as steady and precise as ever. you can feel the blood dripping onto his sheets like a series of hot tears.

it’s too much, all at once. it is a fire which destroys you, which renders every coherent thought into ash and causes you to sob nothing but drawn-out cries and pleads of choso’s name into the dark bedroom. he has you just where he wants you: pliant, dumb, obedient. if he asked you to fetch him a star, you would have asked him which one he needed.

choso’s tongue darts between his teeth as a steady hand continues its masterpiece. you sob unabashedly in reply with every stroke, with every flex of his fingers as he works his blade against your tender skin. and yet, as the pain grows, so does your need for something, for anything, for release; with every aching minute your cunt grows hotter and lonelier and emptier between your thighs.

you crave something, anything, choso, perhaps even more than you wish for air.

“there you go,” choso says, just as you release another cry so piercing there’s no way even yuuji wouldn’t have heard it. “all done.”

you sit up on your elbows to peer down at the masterpiece below your hip. smeared with blood, aching and raw from the blade, the word CHOSO spreads across your upper thigh in an uneven but heartfelt script. it makes you dizzy, this marking, this sign that no one owns you better than your sacred brother does. you wonder if it will leave a scar, if it will heal; and even more so, you wonder if choso will merely rewrite it, again and again, until every cell in your body knows that you are nothing without him.

you say nothing; a whine escapes your lips as your eyes flit from the mark to choso’s eyes, dark and possessive, as he looks back at you.

“you like it?” he asks, once again the sweet thing, the doting one.

“yes,” you whisper back, never one to lie to your perfect big brother.

but you cannot hide the insatiability. choso notices the way your thighs twitch from the intensity, the way your cunt drools and your eyebrows furrow because you cannot relieve this ache on your own. you’re helpless, entirely at his mercy. choso tilts his head with a soft and unreadable simper at the sight.

“you’re really worked up, huh?” he pretends your distress is not blatantly obvious. he twirls the bloodstained knife between his fingertips for a moment before bringing the flat edge of the blade against his lips in a somber kiss. “this little thing’s got you down bad, i see.” he flashes the switchblade at you like a diamond. you watch, entranced, as choso slides his tongue across the metal until any traces of your blood disappear into his mouth.

your belly’s on fire. the switchblade shines with choso’s spit and he smiles, your blood on his tongue, while he prods your legs apart, further, until you’re entirely open for him with nothing to hide. you whine lowly as choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes, dazed and helpless, and the slick on the bedsheets.

“choso,” you repeat. “please, help me.” your eyes are wide and your voice is small and you crumble beneath the weight of your own needing, of your own body working of its own volition, of the high that collapses all over you.

perhaps it’s the way you call for him, your big brother, in your time of need. perhaps it’s the way choso can never really deny you, even when he feigns disappointment or rage or neglect. he’s bound to you, your protector, and you can see in the way his eyes soften ever so slightly that choso will not deny you this request.

“sure thing, angel. let me clean this up for you.” choso’s voice is generous as he bows his face towards your hips with the reverence of one before the altar. he leaves no room for your answer. an eager tongue swipes across your thigh and laps at the blood which pools there. his movements are indulgent, refined, as he holds your legs open with intimidating palms and drinks you in like medicine.

“choso–” you gasp, unable to look away. his eyes flit back to meet yours in reply but he continues his ministrations, slow, teasing, as he ignores your cunt entirely and licks at the fresh wound until it’s finally, sacredly, clean. your newly beloved CHOSO glimmers with his spit when he pulls away. he smiles at you then, praying over your hips, lips stained red with your blood, with your being.

“i may be their brother,” choso gestures towards the door, to the party which must still rage below, “but i’m your brother first, and now you’ll never forget it.”

the words are followed by his tongue on your inner thigh, fervent this time, as he travels downwards, downwards from his name on your leg until his nose is a breath away from your clit. you thrust your hips towards him impatiently and he accepts it, gratefully, burying his face deep into your cunt like he’s searching for gold. choso lavishes your clit with plump lips and an eager tongue, drawing the bud into his mouth and kissing it until you cry, until your legs tremble as they ensnare him in your garden.

“choso–” you’re crying, voice transcendent throughout the frat house, his favorite song. there’s a tongue prodding against your hole and a silver ring on your clit and you lose yourself within it, within choso’s breath on your folds and the fire which erupts into chaos.

when it comes to pleasing you, choso does not require air. he refuses to resurface as his tongue explores every inch, as he laps away at you with the passionate abandon only an older brother can provide. what you need, he needs, and what you desire most, choso is always willing to provide. he holds you steady as he works so you cannot escape him. he forces you into stillness as he abuses every sacred inch of your cunt, as he works you into a frenzy with his fingers and his tongue until you can think of nothing but wanting to cum.

and then, then, at the precipice of pleasure, choso pulls away. you pause as you catch your breath, heartbeat like an earthquake, and recollect your shock. why has he stopped? where has he gone? you’re about to sit up, to feign sobriety, to demand what the matter is, when something cool and smooth presses against your clit.

choso’s cheek rests against your inner thigh as he presses the flat edge of the switchblade against your cunt. it’s cold and dangerous and sublime and you cannot help but think of the way it could ruin you, that if you shifted or choso wanted it everything could end here, now, forever. and it is this fear, coupled with the coolness of the blade suffocating your clit, with the alcohol in your bloodstream, that sends you into a place from which you may never return.

the orgasm is as violent as a hurricane. the moment you tense and begin to quake with a strangled sob choso replaces the blade with his tongue and rides you through it, coating his lips with your cum and swallowing the vibrations and heightening the sensation until you are tortured by it, by the sting of pleasure and overstimulation and want.

(“that’s it,” you think he says into your skin, but your ears ring too loudly to know. “cum for me, just like that.”)

it takes some time for the waves to recede and for your body to become still again. with a head comprised of of jelly and limbs made of water you lie still, panting, as choso nonchalantly licks your slick from the switchblade with a hum and gingerly sets it back down on his dresser. you watch as he slides the belt out of his jeans and tosses it into the dark room, as he hovers above you like an angel and its lover.

“better now?” he asks against your parted lips. you nod. he kisses you, deeply, a kiss made of iron and cum and blood, tongue swiping across your teeth before he draws the air from your lungs. your vision swims when he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, between your eyebrows. he plants his love until there is nowhere left untouched, until you are buzzing with the security only your brother choso can give you.

“yeah,” you mumble back to him, content, satisfied. even the sting of his name on your body is a pleasantry now.

“good.” choso wipes the perspiration from your brow. his jeans scratch against your pelvis, and it is only then that you finally register his cock, hard and eager, waiting patiently for its turn. it is only then that you realize choso’s lesson is not yet over, that your brother’s desperate need has only begun.

“now,” he purrs, gently, lovingly, “can you show me how much you love me?”

(as always, forever, you do. you show him your love, endlessly, even when the party ends and the house falls eerily silent. you show choso everything, all of it, loyally, just as he asks, with an only you, choso, and a no one else loves me like you.

because although choso offers his love to the brothers downstairs, he will always, forever, be your brother first, til death do you part.)

#tw incest #tw dubcon #tw knife play #tw blood play #tw marking #tw yandere #choso smut #choso.#it's dark in here #it's hot in here

242 notes · View notes

deathbyjoong · 3 years ago

Text

ATEEZ Honeymoon HCs

Summary: I wrote a few thousand words on what I thought a honeymoon would be like with each member of ATEEZ. I hope you all enjoy ✨

Many many thanks to @bfyunho for beta-ing and generally being my favorite person 💕

Warnings: fluff and smut. 18+ ONLY!

Seonghwa

Y’all already KNOW that a honeymoon with Seonghwa is just gonna be two weeks of him exercising his duality

Constant love-making? Absolutely. But also! Lots of interesting things to do and many opportunities to make memories

Where’s he gonna do that? A large resort suite all to yourselves in Mediterranean ItalyIt’s warm, sensual, fun, perfect--everything you ever wanted

Days spent wandering the town, swimming, finding museums and restaurants

Seonghwa insists on taking selfies at every single location--he wants to know every single one of these moments long after his memory has failed him

Sunbathing on a private sailboat on the Amalfi Coast, soaking in the vitamin D

The ship’s captain finds a beautiful, unoccupied spot in a shallow cove, and drops anchor

He then heads into the cabin of the boat to give you and your husband some privacy

Seonghwa sits on a lounge chair behind you, rubbing sunscreen on your shoulders

He’s letting his hands move just as slowly and sensually across your skin as he wants, taking his time in listening to your breath hitch in your throat

Eventually ducking his head down to press his lips to a spot on your neck he hasn’t covered yet, while his thumbs still rub circles on your shoulders

Giving all his attention to that one area, biting lightly then sucking the skin to soothe it

You lean your head back, giving him all the access he could want, and a soft sigh escapes your parted lips

His hair tickles your shoulder, but Seonghwa doesn’t linger long before he’s turning you to face him so he can kiss you properly

He’s got the ties of your swimsuit undone in seconds, and you throw your legs over Seonghwa’s hips as soon as it’s off

You grind yourself on him, abusing his swim shorts in your pursuit of a little friction

Hwa grips you by the waist, firmly but not enough to hurt. Just enough to get you close--enough to help you rise and fall on him

Something occurs to you, and you break the kiss to breathlessly murmur in his ear

“You need sunscreen, too. You’re gonna burn.”

Hwa chuckles, dangerously low, flashing his teeth as he reaches down with one hand and picks up the bottle he’d set on the deck

“My wife is so considerate,” he coos, handing it to you

You take it, rolling your eyes. But Seonghwa’s arms tighten around you once more, and you’re brought close to the tent in his shorts again

“Will you put some on me too, then?” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that are completely betrayed by his pupils, blown wide

You squeeze some of the lotion into your hands and let the bottle fall down as you spread it over his shoulders

You’re consumed by his kiss again, gripping his shoulders, arms, neck, wherever you can reach

His skin rubs slick against yours because of the sunscreen, and all you can taste is the salt on Seonghwa’s lips as he does away with his shorts and finally pushes into you

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes of soft moans, grinding, and his mouth against your neck for you to come, head thrown back and facing the sun

Your husband isn’t long after, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he loses himself in you

When you’ve come down from your high, Seonghwa stands slowly and pulls you with him

“Let’s go swimming.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon wading in the shallow waters of the cove, soaking in the sun and kicking up the white sand with your toes

When the sun starts to slide down the sky, setting everything aglow with orange and gold, Seonghwa stands behind you and holds his lips to the back of your head

His arms are around you, and your joined form sways gently with the waves until the sun falls away completely

When you get back to the resort, you both shower off and Seonghwa presents you with a beautiful dress to wear to dinner

He wines and dines you every single night, even making an effort to learn some Italian to more easily place your orders and interact with locals

And each night, he lifts his glass and toasts, “To you, Mrs. Park.”

Hongjoong

It took exactly zero convincing for you to get Hongjoong to agree to Paris

He loved the idea right away, because it’s a city known for its art and fashion

You reserve a penthouse room in the heart of Paris, with floor to ceiling windows and sheer white curtains

The two of you arrive in Paris decked out in the most impeccable airport fashion, ready to paint the city red

Unfortunately, the jet lag hits you both a little harder than expected

So you spend the rest of the first day sleeping and eating in bed, to the backdrop of sultry French soul music playing over the radio

The next morning, you wake up just as the sun is beginning to peek over the rooftops

It sends gold rays through the blue light of the morning

You slept with the windows cracked, and the soft breeze blows through the curtains

He’s sleeping next to you, and you curl up against him, perfectly content to get a few more minutes of sleep

His t-shirt smells like him--like home-- and you smile to yourself

But something less wholesome is going on his head

Hongjoong’s eyebrows tilt and his lips part as he whimpers in his sleep

It’s an expression you recognize, although he’s only ever made it while he’s very much awake

Usually as you take him, nails grazing down his stomach, watching his head fall back against the pillows

You have to wonder if that’s what he’s dreaming about, but you’re not about to sit by and let the dream version of you have all the fun

Throwing a leg over his hips, you rest your hands on Joong’s chest and slowly kiss his neck

He moans softly, eyes opening as he wakes

His hands find your hips, pulling you against the growing hardness in his sweatpants, and there’s a sheepish smirk on his face

“Sounded like a good dream,” you whisper against his lips

Hongjoong smiles in the dim light, his eyes flicking to your mouth

“It was,” he replies

His hand is creeping up your back, fingers purposely snagging on your t-shirt

“But nothing compared to this, and nothing compared to you,” he says, and kisses you firmly

You’re not usually one for morning sex, but this lazy love is exquisite in its own way

It’s all slow touches and kisses that are soft but not lacking in passion

Hongjoong shifts to be on top of you and your noses bump, causing both of you to giggle a bit

Joong hides his face in your neck, but takes the opportunity to place a few kisses there

The pair of you take your time in climbing the mountain, but you reach the peak at the same time, hands clasped and legs tangled

You tilt your head a little to watch his face as he comes because the sight of him, and the sounds he’s making, are nothing short of gorgeous

Following an equally slow comedown, you shower off together and clamber back into bed for another couple hours of sleep

When you’re both a bit more rested, you set out on foot to explore the city

Munching on croissants with Hongjoong at an outdoor cafe, and sipping espressos before setting off again

You stop at a small flower stand, and Joong buys you a handful of roses

As you walk on, he has his hands in his pockets, and you loop your arm through his

The content smile playing on his lips gives you a high, and you bask in the moment

The following day, you drive to the Musee du Louvre, and stay until closing time

Joong looks at the art, and you look at him, admiring your own masterpiece

You’re thankful you ended up here because it gives you a perfect, constant view of his profile, from his starry eyes to the tip of his nose to his lovely mouth

He catches you staring at him, and blushes while trying to suppress a smile

You do another day trip to the palace and gardens at Versailles, holding hands as you stroll through the ornate, golden halls and endless paths adorned by flowers

And, of course, it’s not a trip to Paris, or a trip with Hongjoong, if there isn’t shopping for clothes at some point

You pick outfits out for each other in the city’s best boutiques de vetements, from sleek luxury retailers to some of the more underrated shops in the art district

The two of you end up having to buy another suitcase for all the clothes you bring back, but this turn of events is shocking to no one

It’s the most fun you could have on a vacation, and your only consolation for having to go home at the end of the week is getting to start the best adventure of all

Being married to your best friend

Yunho

You’ve always wanted to visit Austria

What better occasion than your honeymoon to spend a week in Salzburg?

It’s all wonderful-- the music, scenery, history, and dancing!

It’s a series of beautiful moments from the very start of your trip

You and Yunho watch Harry Potter together on the plane there, sharing earbuds and mouthing the spells together

At one point, Yunho moves the armrest so the two of you can comfortably hold hands

You doze off together, heads resting against each other, and are only awoken by the captain announcing that you’ve landed

You were worried about jet lag, but your Energizer bunny husband has an abundance of contagious excitement

You drop your bags at the hotel, change clothes, and immediately set off on your first adventure

It’s a sunny, breezy day and the sweet aroma of flowers on balconies is everywhere

You’re strolling hand in hand down a cobblestone road in the historic district of the town when you and Yunho hear the music at the same time

You’re drawn like magnets to the sound of a small band playing on the sidewalk

Yunho pulls you in for a dance, just like you knew he would, one grasping yours and the other pulling you close by the waist

As he swings you in circles, you think to yourself, this is why you married him

His carefree nature, spontaneity, and the joy his spirit radiates

And the laughter in your ears that’s just as much music as the instruments being played on the corner of the street

Though you don’t know the steps, and you’re pretty sure Yunho is making them up on the spot, you never once stumble over each other

He ends the dance by twirling you around, tickled pink at how much fun you’re both having

Next, you find a little outdoor cafe, and insist on feeding him yourself

Yunho is blushing and acting like he thinks it’s ridiculous, but when you finally give up, he picks up the fork and hands it back to you with a sheepish smile

You giggle and scoop up a piece of the chocolate cake you’re sharing, watching his cheeks turn pink as he accepts it

By the time the cake is finished, you’ve got a bit of chocolate icing on the corner of your mouth

Instead of just pointing it out to you, Yunho becomes Yunhoe

There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reaches across the little table and swipes his thumb across your lip

You thought he was just being cute, until he brings his hand back to his mouth and sucks the icing off his thumb

As you watch with a smirk, Yunho gives you a look that makes it clear he’s doing the math in his head of how quickly you can get back to the hotel room

He throws a handful of Euros on the table (more than the bill would’ve been) and grabs your hand

Twenty minutes later, you stumble backwards out of the elevator, arms thrown around Yunho’s shoulders

His mouth is hot over yours, and you have to laugh at yourself for not even making it one day before jumping each other

But hey-- what are honeymoons for, right?

He breaks your kiss only to swipe the key card at the room door, but his lips are right back on yours as soon as he can

Yunho picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and blindly pushes the door open behind you

You’re not sure whose idea it was, or if either of you even thought about it, but you end up bent over the balcony railing, your lower half shielded from pedestrians below only by flower boxes

Yunho’s got one hand around your waist, and the other hand braced on the railing

He’s groaning softly between kisses against the side of your neck, thrusting into you from behind

At one point his hand drifts from your waist to press into your clit, causing your head to fall back against his shoulder

Yunho puts a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans that you can’t keep in

You come shortly after with a muffled cry into his palm, and Yunho bites into your shoulder as gently as he can to muffle his own noise when he comes a moment later

You take a few moments to come down before Yunho walks you inside to clean off

You collapse onto the bed together for a much-needed nap, dozing off peacefully in your favorite place in the world-- your husband’s arms

Yeosang

You had to reason with Yeosang just a little to get him to agree to go to Greece for your honeymoon

But once he realized why you picked it out of all places, he came around

It offers food, sunshine, fresh air, and many adventures in a place made for exploring

Getting excited on the plane ride in, giggling with each other and looking out the window at the islands like a couple of excited kids

You go searching for the best views in Santorini, climbing through the endless maze of steps between white and blue buildings

So many selfies--Yeosang smiling shyly with his cheek pressed to the side of your head

After a while, he really starts to relax and have fun, and his smiles in your pictures get wider and wider

One day is devoted entirely to walking through the market in town, buying random food items just because they smell good and holding them out for the other to try

At one point Yeosang slips away while you’re not paying attention

Trying not to panic, you look around, feeling like a child who’s lost their mom at a supermarket

Just as you’re starting to lose your breath, Yeosang catches you by the waist

You knew it was him just by his touch, but you still look to his face for the reassurance that he’s there

There’s a glint in his eye that implies he’s amused by your concern at losing him, but he tells you it’s okay, and shows you where he went:

A bright bouquet of flowers no doubt native to the island is bursting from his hands in marvelous yellows, pinks, and whites

You recognize Asphodels, but the rest are beautiful, nameless mysteries

They almost get crushed between your bodies as you throw your arms around Sangie and kiss him in full public view

No one seems to mind it though-- it appears as though love is in the air on this day, carried by the light sea breeze and lit by the sun

Yeosang smiles into the kiss before reminding you to be careful of your flowers

You take them from him with a grin, but when you’re on your way home, the smile turns into a pout

“Sang?” “Yeah?” “My feet hurt.”

Yeosang fakes a dramatic sigh, but it’s not another second before he’s crouching in front of you, holding his arms out behind him

You gleefully climb on, and Yeosang carries you the rest of the short walk to your AirBnB

He’ll never say it out loud, but his favorite thing in the world is feeling your arms around his shoulders

Just like on your wedding day, just like now, just like he wants every day for the rest of his life

Another day, the two of you are hiking through some of the more rural parts of Santorini, and happen upon a beautiful wild olive grove near a cliff face

You come back the next morning with a blanket and some snacks, and spend the entire day in the shade

Admiring him as you sit by the seaside, because he looks so stunning among the greens and blues and yellows

Again--SO. MANY. SELFIES

It’s not your fault he looks that good

Maybe he looks a little too good

Maybe you make a mess of your picnic blanket after grabbing your husband and pulling him on top of you

Once Yeosang looks around and ascertains that there’s absolutely no one around, he’s all game

His hands are bunching the skirt up around your hips, his mouth greedy and searching your neck for any spot that’ll make you whimper when he sucks into it

Your spot in paradise turns into rapture as his fingers meet your core, massaging you until you start to dig your nails into his shoulder

You’ve got one hand on his bicep and the other in his hair when he takes you in one smooth motion, finding his rhythm like he never dropped it in the first place

You come apart beneath him, and beneath the softly rustling leaves of the olive trees

The two of you fall asleep shortly after, completely relaxed in each other’s arms

Holding hands on your walks through the town at night, underneath the twinkle lights

You’ve married your best friend, and this is the best beginning to your lives together that you could ever imagine

Happiness settles around you like a light blanket, and you hope it stays forever

San

Don’t ask me why, but a glass igloo hotel in Iceland seems perfect

It’s cozy but not too small, and it’s the picture of quiet luxury

The glass walls and ceiling give you a beautiful view of the wide Icelandic sky, which is clear as crystal after a fresh snowfall

There’s a fireplace against one wall, with a fuzzy rug in front of it and many, many pillows

You spend the first evening snuggled up there with San, sipping hot chocolate and talking about every random thing you can think of

He keeps finding reasons to say “my wife”, getting all giggly every time he does

After you fall asleep, another storm rolls through, dropping an extra foot of powdery snow all around you

You and San are oblivious, however, because you’re both fast asleep under several layers of blankets

Safe and warm in your little nest, you nuzzle your face into San’s neck, and he tightens his arms around you in his sleep

Because being with you, and keeping you close, comes as naturally to him as breathing

When you wake up, you see the wonderland outside and it’s not even a discussion-- you and Sannie are outside as fast as you can put on your clothes

You play in the snow together, and his adorable laugh echoes around you every time he beans you with a snowball

Chasing each other around like little kids, giggling and kicking up the snow

San catches you by the waist and spins you around, making sure to never drop you

You wrestle around a bit but eventually end up making snow angels together

When you stand up to admire your outlines in the snow, San pulls you close and presses his face into your hair

Putting an arm around his waist, you brush some of the snow off his jacket

He catches your hand, and holds it to his chest, where you can feel his heart pounding

“Never forget that this beats for you, okay?”

You almost cry, but opt to pull San to you and press kisses all over his face instead

He just giggles and accepts every single peck on his quickly-heating cheeks

Later that day, you make your way to the hot springs nearby, running as fast as you can to the water’s edge after dropping your coats

It’s a rush to the senses, slipping into the hot spring and away from the frigid air

San is behind you, gripping your hand tightly

You find a ledge that’s been carved into the rock underwater, and make yourselves comfortable on it

San leans back, eyes closed, and you can see the puffs of his breath coming slower and slower as he fully relaxes

You lean back against his arm, enjoying the feeling of his skin and the soft water pooling around you

You end up throwing your legs over his thighs and curling into his side

His arm goes around your shoulders, and you feel every bit of worry leave your body

You’re heavy with relaxation, but you feel lighter than ever

That evening, you’re watching a movie and sipping spiked hot chocolate when a flash of green lights up the igloo

Gasping, you stand up to stare skywards, mouth open

San turns off the movie and moves next to you, taking your hand and squeezing it lightly

You watch the Northern Lights in silence as they ripple across the sky in vivid purples, blues, and greens

A few minutes into the show, you glance over at San to see his eyes glittering with all the colors

He looks so beautiful, holding entire galaxies, and he doesn’t even realize it

When the lights begin to fade down, you reach over and pull San to you

He knew what you wanted from the first millisecond of touch

He responds in kind, tugging you as close to him as he can and making quick work of both your shirts

Chests pressed together and breathing ragged, you let yourselves fall back onto the rug

Arms and legs tangle as you make love beneath the glass ceiling, and the auroras begin to flicker again, making everything that much more beautiful

Falling asleep in each others’ arms, not only for the warmth, but because you love him more than anything in the world

Mingi

Madagascar!

It’s a lesser known honeymoon destination, with fewer people than some of the more popular spots in Europe or the Caribbean

You have your own bungalow on the beach, with room service twice a day and spa services as well

Getting massages and face masks with Mingi? Yes. Doing so in matching fluffy white robes? Double yes.

Going on a safari adventure to see the lemurs!

You and Mingi pile into the backseat of an open-air Jeep and a driver takes you around one of the wildlife refuges

You two have the time of your lives looking at all the animals, grabbing each other and pointing when you see a new one

He’s smiling so big the entire time, and his happiness is contagious

You both sleep in late every day just because you can--no alarms, just birds twittering and sunlight filtering through the blinds

Waking up in each other’s arms, nestled under a layer of soft blankets

All you have to do is open your eyes, and Mingi is right there, sleeping soundly with the corners of his mouth turned up

His hair is tousled and he looks so peaceful

That is, until you try to get up to make breakfast, and he refuses to let you get out of bed

He doesn’t even wake up; just throws one arm around you and hugs you tight, humming in his sleep with a little pout on his lips

You can’t help but smile, and relent to his cute charm

An hour or so later, when both of you wake up, Mingi kisses you all over your face

It’s the best way to say “good morning” in his opinion, and you’re pretty sure he’s right

Another day, you do a guided hike through Amber Mountain National Park

There are even more lemurs, and many other animals

The air is so clean you can’t even believe it, and peace seeps into you with each step further into the lush, green wilderness

You stop to swim in an emerald pool at the foot of a small waterfall, and your guide steps away to give you a moment of privacy

You get close to Mingi, resting your hands on his shoulders and pressing your forehead to his

The water flows softly around you, but Mingi is your rock--steadfast and comfortable to you always

He kisses you sweetly, and you feel any tension he might have had leaving his body with each deep inhale

Your favorite moment from the trip, however, has to be your journey to the Avenue of the Baobabs

The Baobab trees have long been a legendary symbol of the African wilds, but seeing them up close in reality is its own level of breathtaking

Nothing could have prepared you for just how massive the Baobabs are, towering above the horizon as you approach in your tour Jeep

You’re dropped off at the beginning of the path that winds through hundreds of the giant trees, and told to meet back there in a couple of hours

Mingi pulls you down the trail excitedly, telling you that if he had to be a tree, he would be one of these

You snap your favorite photo ever that afternoon

It’s a picture of Mingi, grinning widely, hugging a Baobab (or trying to, since that particular tree had a diameter of about fifteen feet)

He looks so happy, almost childlike, and the joy just radiates off of him

That picture gets framed the second you return from your trip, and it’s also the lockscreen on your phone

Although your days are spent visiting every destination on the island, your evenings are a much-needed quiet time to recharge

You and Mingi snuggle up for a movie some nights, and other nights you drink on the porch and listen to the sounds of the jungle

Sometimes you get distracted from the movie or the scenery, and kiss Mingi a whole bunch instead

He’s more than willing to pull you close, and even carry you off, when you whisper something sinful in his ear

But no matter what you get up to, his love and sweetness are in every touch

Whether you’re out and about, or enjoying a quiet moment to yourselves, his arm is around you always, and you never have to ask twice for extra kisses

Wooyoung

A beach resort in Turks and Caicos seems like the perfect place to go with Wooyoung

Hear me out-- it’s got music and tourists that are just as loud as he is

Crystal clear, bright blue waters greet you as the two of you hitch a ride from the airport

All the windows in the cab are down, because it’s sunny and just the right kind of warm

Salty sea air fills your lungs and the wind breezes through your hair

You’re given complementary rum punch when you check in, and it’s the perfect start to your trip

You and Wooyoung drop your bags off at the room and immediately change into your swimsuits

The resort backs right up to the beach, so you run out in your sandals, hand in hand as you make a beeline toward the water

The sand is hot beneath your feet, but you don’t even notice because you’re so excited and the water! is so! blue!

You crash into the surf seconds later, the warm water swirling around your legs

You wade through the water until you’re chest deep, then kick up your feet and float on your back

There are no breakers, nor boats allowed, in the calm waters of the bay, so you float in the soft blue for a little bit, content to just let the tide wash you back to shore in whatever timeline it sees fit

You reach out at the line between sea and sky, meeting the skin of Wooyoung’s arm

He’s still standing, staring in wonder at the paradise around you, but he takes your hand without thinking

He’s your anchor, letting you float without drifting away

You spend the next several hours going back and forth between the sea and the sand, finding beach chairs to lounge on while you lay in the sun

As the sun starts to fall in the sky, you decide to head back to the room to shower off and get dressed for a fancy dinner

You’re minding your business, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair, when the bathroom door opens and Wooyoung pokes his face inside

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. It’ll save water,” you respond, smiling

Woo sheds his swimshorts and joins you, slipping in as fast as he can to keep the steam inside the glass door of the shower

You massage shampoo into his hair, enjoying his little hums of appreciation

He rinses it out while you wash your body, and you stand behind him as he washes off too

His back is to you and you openly stare at the water running down his back

You feel heavy, relaxed, from spending all day in the sun, but there’s one thing that could make this afternoon even better

Once all the soap is off of him, you step forward and kiss the spot between his shoulder blades

Never a stranger to your unspoken wishes, Wooyoung leans his head back as you kiss your way up to his shoulder

When you can’t reach any more, he turns and kisses you, hard

He’s got one hand snaked around your waist and the other holding your face to his

Your arms are around his shoulders in a heartbeat, and he backs you against the tile

It’s cold, but the warm water is still running between your bodies, giving you shivers

Wooyoung breaks the kiss only to kneel in front of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder

He brings you to the edge with his mouth, then stands again, keeping your leg hitched over his hip

When he fucks you, you’re worried that people are going to see the scratches on his shoulders the next day at the beach

But eventually, you can’t be bothered to think about it, and you lose yourself in his touch instead

You come apart shortly after, chests heaving and skin pressed to wet skin

A little while later, you’re toasting one another over dinner

The restaurant offers many amazing local delicacies, and Wooyoung insists on hand-feeding you at least half of them throughout your trip

There’s live music every night at the resort’s restaurant & bar, and Wooyoung doesn’t think twice about pulling you with him to the dancefloor

You’re not overly confident in your dancing skills, but Woo pulls you close and shows you some simple steps as other couples join around you

After a couple of songs, you’re able to get into the groove of the funky music that the island loves so much

Wooyoung’s smile is all you need to know you’re moving the right way, and you dance to a few more songs before going back to the bar counter for more fruity drinks

The two of you continue to get tipsy, then walk to the beach and make out in the sand like a couple of teenagers

You’re both giggling between kisses, digging your toes into the sand, and existing purely in the moment

Everything is sweet, from the taste of pineapple on his tongue to the heady aroma of plumeria blooms in the trees

Every day is a beach day in this place. You’ve never had this much fun, splashing and playing in the water, laughing nonstop

One afternoon, Wooyoung is passed out on a beach chair under an umbrella, lulled to sleep by the day’s warmth and the sounds of the ocean

After taking a picture of him to giggle at later, you get an idea

The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of the thousands of flowering bushes that are planted throughout the resort’s grounds

Nobody would miss a few of those flowers, would they? If you were to, say, pluck some and decorate your husband with them?

You slip away from the chairs and your sleeping Woo to gather a few blooms from the nearest row of landscaping, returning with sweet-smelling handfuls of them

You giggle to yourself, putting the flowers all around Wooyoung’s head like a little halo of yellows, whites, and pinks

He doesn’t even notice them until he wakes up, gets back in the water, and sees a bunch of petals in the surf around him

You laugh and take photos of all of it

Being on a catamaran at sunset, sitting side by side with your head on his shoulder

The sky is painted in vivid oranges and reds, and Woo’s hand rests on your thigh, his breathing slow and even next to you

The wind is a bit cool on your wet skin, but the sun still delivers warmth, and you inhale the smell of saltwater on Wooyoung’s skin

He turns his face slightly to kiss the top of your head, and you smile knowing that his love for you comes without him even having to think about it

As the boat smoothly cuts through the water, you feel completely at peace

You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, and it’s hard to think about your life turning out any other way than this moment, with this man

Jongho

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Incredible local food, soccer matches, constant music, breathtaking city scenery--it’s a neotropical dream

First of all, Jongho is amazing to travel with

Being the eldest of his family, he’s well-prepared with a bag full of snacks, meds, toiletries, headphones, and neck pillows for both of you

He looks so cute on the flight, snuggled up in his complimentary blanket and neck pillow

He’s pouting in his sleep and you take several photos just because

When you get to the hotel room, he bravely offers to carry your luggage up the stairs for you

But he makes you wait at the bottom of the stairs so that he can come back and scoop you into his arms

Because he insists on carrying you bridal-style at every opportunity, starting with your arrival to the room

It’s a suite on the second floor, with its own balcony overlooking the main walkway below

You can look out over shops and restaurants and bars, all the nightlife in one place

You change out of your airport clothes, then venture out to grab some drinks and go shopping-- the boys had bullied Jongho into promising that he’d bring back gifts

The two of you are buzzing by the time night falls, but your feet are sore from walking and you’re exhausted from the flight

So you grab some food to-go from one of the restaurants and take it back to the room

You chow through dinner with the balcony doors open, allowing the music and chatter of the streets to carry in on the soft, warm breeze

Going into food comas immediately after eating, you and Jongho pass out on top of the covers, facing each other with hands clasped in the middle

You wake up to brilliant sunlight and Jongho’s arm thrown over you

He’s your life-size teddy bear, and you snuggle closer to him for warmth and comfort

When you both get up and around, you surprise Jongho with tickets to this year’s Superclasico-- only the biggest soccer match in Buenos Aires!

Jongho tries to play it cool, but you can tell he’s absolutely giddy at getting to attend a sports game while he’s here

He loves soccer, after all, and he can’t stop smiling the entire way to the stadium

He practically drags you by the hand to your seats, which are so close to the field that you can hear the footballers yelling to each other

Jongho doesn’t sit down a single time during the game, shouting excitedly in Korean even though he doesn’t know anything about these teams or who to root for

He’s just glad to be there, and it’s an absolutely fantastic match

On your short walk home, he’s got so much energy from being amped up by the game that he stops you on the sidewalk and tells you to get on his back

You blush profusely, but who are you to say no? Besides, you love seeing him be this carefree

The two of you stick out like a sore thumb in the streets of Argentina since you’re giggling like crazy and he’s singing to you in a language that definitely isn’t local

You indulge in some amazing street food before going back to the hotel and getting ready for the evening

He got tickets to a theater show, and it gives you an opportunity to get all dressed up

Your husband looks so handsome in his casual suit, and when you walk out in your dress, he’s holding roses

The show is wonderful, and you’re both part of the standing ovation it receives

You throw off your shoes when you get home, but there’s so much excitement outside that the night is hardly over

Standing on your balcony, listening to singing in the streets and bars below, with Jongho’s arms around you from behind

This man clearly did his research before coming here, because he actually knows some of the songs in Spanish and you bet your ass he serenades you as musicians pass by below

There are fireworks some nights for no apparent reason other than that the city exists to be a technicolor celebration of life

There is no better place to start this marriage, and no better person to be married to

#ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez fic #ateez hcs #ateez fluff #ateez smut #seonghwa #hongjoong #yeosang #yunho #mingi #san #jongho #wooyoung #kpop #Kpop hcs #fic #writing #my writing

317 notes · View notes

let-them-read-fics · 3 years ago

Text

Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

317 notes · View notes

nincompoopydoo · 3 years ago

Note

Could I request a oneshot with Remus Lupin with the promt "kiss me so i can feel alive again". Also congratulations on 1000 followers 🎉✨💕

ALIVE AND TRUE

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x reader WORD COUNT: 2k (whoops) SUMMARY: Having found a lost friend, living in the countryside of Yorkshire, feelings of once hidden affection start to bloom in the need to be alive and good things to be real. A/N: Thank you for requesting and I’m so sorry for taking so long! This is one of my favorites because it’s so soft and romantic and I adore this request. Please tell me what you think of it xo. WARNINGS: Angst. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

It’s the house you see from trudging down the walkway that forces you to double take your previous steps. Silent and empty, it seems to twist into the forest from afar. Bent trees adorn the lane with overgrown greenery at its feet and ancient brick walls that run along with it. The fields in Yorkshire are vast and immaculate but right now, you are alone and suddenly the far stretch of land doesn’t seem to have the shine of the countryside. Your eyes shift to the house that sits behind a rusted gate, joints barely holding together from the years of rotting and exposure to the heat and rain. It’s barely a house but more of a cottage. No, it’s not even a cottage. Semi-derelict and tumbledown, it looks more like the ruins of what used to be a home.

You look down to the note in your hand, parchment torn at the edges with the cursive words of your handwriting that make up an address and coordinates. Visually, there’s no indication of where exactly you are but according to the coordinates, you are precisely where you need to be. For the past three years, your investigation into finding your friend has proven to be impossible and almost met with the acceptance that you will never see him again. Yet, after an anonymous tip had been owled to your doorstep, indicating the suspicions of the presence of a werewolf somewhere in Yorkshire as overheard by the locals of a nearby town, gave you a tinge of hope to reconnect with someone you lost.

The sight bears a high chance that he may be hiding here, unfortunately. It makes it hard to believe that someone you saw had so much life in him, is living in this condition.

Anxiety starts to creep onto you as you push the worn-down gate. It creaks with the rustling of the wind, a sign of an imminent storm. The sun doesn’t shine anymore, clouds of grey congregate in the skies above in the chorus of rainfall. You don’t do too well with apparition, thankfully having only lost half of your hair during the war. Hence, if the anonymous tip turns out to be a fake, you would have to make your way out of the countryside in the rain or even worse, take the Knight Bus.

You hate the Knight Bus.

Attempting to conjure up whatever courage you have left, you steadily make your way into the compound, plodding through the overgrown grass. As you grow closer, the cottage looks even worse than it was from afar, climbing plants of dull green embellish the walls of the ruins.

Then, in your periphery, you catch a glimpse of violet—Bluebells. The same flowers that used to grow on the forest floor of the forbidden forest. You remember him telling you about how he had seen a white bluebell, rare to its nature.

Warmth fills your chest, you know he is here.

The door is wooden, climbing plants seem to have made their way to it, branching around its handle.

You knock once. No answer.

You knock twice. There’s footsteps, they’re heavy.

With the swing of the door, you are met with none other than Remus Lupin. He looks older, dark circles below his eyes that have lost their intensity of blue, hair unkempt and shabby, and a beard, tracing along his jawline. He has his wand directed to you in defense. Probably because no one ever visits.

The smile on your face is impossible to suppress. It's bright at the recognition of the familiarity of his face. “Remus,” you breathe, eyes crinkling and gleaming with the bliss from the effort and worth of your investigation to find this very man, who stands just a couple of inches away from you. You swallow, not wanting to blink away the possibility that this may all be a dream. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

He says your name through a whisper like it’s the answer to the millions of prayers recited and uttered from his lips as he drifts off to slumber under the moonshine, beaming through the shattered glass of the windows by his bedside. He dreams of you, often in times when his body is too weak to endure the aftermath of a full moon.

Yet, you're here and very real.

Then, he watches your grin falter and how your eyes move around the curves of his face. The deep cuts are there and visible. Although magic heals, time and energy play a crucial factor in healing wounds. In an instant, his apprehension creeps in, and suddenly, he feels small. The memories of you are forever intertwined with the rest of his friends, memories too painful to endure.

Your hand reaches out for his face but he staggers back in his step.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

He doesn’t mean it. Remus really wants you here. To feel your warmth, your touch, the smell of your hair and to hold you but he sees the way you bring your arm down to your side, shoulders slump in near defeat. In reality, you would never let him go that easily.

“Don’t say that, Remus.”

The crinkle of your eyes is gone, now sharp with the frustration of his tendency of locking himself away from the world out of paranoia. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen his face after three long years and he’s already trying to chase you away.

Typical Remus.

An odd sense of nausea takes over him, knees buckling as his surroundings begin to spin like he is on a sailing boat at sea. His body is frail and with a blow, he will fall. His eyes are trained on you as he feels his feet give way and his body drifting towards the ground. Just then, he feels your touch, arms around him like an embrace. You’re holding him in his weakened stance, stabilizing his balance by moving his arm to hang around your shoulder. He immediately shifts his weight on you, uttering a soft apology.

“You don’t have to apologize for something you can't control.” Your voice is soothing, speaking so close to his ear. Your tone is laced with knowing and care. You both know those words have been articulated from your very lips many times before. And your hands are gentle upon the curve of his waist, against the rough material of a dress shirt but your grasp is strong—the true touch of a healer’s hands, precise and careful. Remus always knew you would turn to become a highly-skilled healer.

With every cautious step, the creaks of the parquet flooring are loud and lasting. It’s as if the house itself cries for its condition, like a child with a wound to their knee after taking a nasty fall. The wailing wind outside doesn’t help with the fact that everything seems to be falling apart.

You guide him to the armchair by the fireplace, pressing him by the shoulders to sit. He plops onto the chair with a heavy sigh and feels a sense of regret sinking in his chest at the sight of the visible scowl of your lips and the turn of your brows.

Your open palm finds his cheek. He hears the drag of your deep exhale. You don’t say anything, only to pull out your wand from your back pocket. Yet, Remus is quick to grab your hand, halting you in your movement. Your frown a little deeper, sharp eyes finding him.

“Just let me heal you. It’s the least I can do.”

It’s a promise, a vow, uttered from your very lips filled with dignity and hope. So, he lets you, just to feel you close to him.

—

The rain is yet to arrive. Thunder booming through rolling clouds above and still not a single drop of rain but there’s a peak of sunlight between the cracks of the storm. Maybe, it’s because you’re here and sunshine always seems to trail your steps, no matter where they lead.

Now, Remus is seated on the toilet seat facing you, who has settled for a shaky stool to perch on as your gentle hands hold the edge of his jaw while the other grips onto a straight razor, gazing along the cheek. He cannot take his eyes off the crease between your brows and the way your eyes slowly shift along with the moving blade.

Magic is meant for convenience in small but necessary tasks like these yet you insisted on doing it in the traditional muggle way—using your fingers. Your hands work wonders, beautifully moving as a paraclete. You hold him like you’re maintaining his strength, to keep from fracturing into pieces. You look at him like he’s your masterpiece, carving every curve and bend of his skin and structure.

You lift the blade away from his face, dabbing it onto a rag cloth hung by the sink. Remus finally finds the time to speak. “You don’t have to do this.” You simply laugh and it comes out like a puff of air. Your eyes are still trained on cleaning off the razor. “Of course, I don’t. But, I also don’t want you competing with Dumbledore’s beard.”

Remus laughs, truly laughs. It’s loud and echoes within the walls of the tiny toilet. “I could never beat him.” You’re laughing too, grin wide as ever. Then, after a beat of silence, your grin suppresses into a small smile, lips pressed together as you place the razor aside. You’re clearly in deep thought.

“Come away with me.”

Remus blinks. “What?”

You turned to him, eyes glinting with expectancy. “Stay with me. I live a few blocks from St Mungos...and you get to see me at work.” You watch how his mouth is now agape, half of his chin still in shaving cream.

“And I’m sure you look magnificent in green but you know I can’t—”

“You can, Remus. You can come here a week before the full moon and then come back to my place. I’ll help you heal, a lot faster and you know that’s true. Maybe, I could get hold of aconite for Wolfsbane at the hospital— ”

You hadn’t realized your rambling until Remus began to shake you by the shoulders, calling out your name with an odd sense of serenity and hint of urgency for you to stop. So, your words immediately halt with a turn of your head to meet his gaze. Your expression is soft. His hand drifts to yours, holding it in his. “You know I can’t because if they find out you are living with someone with lycanthropy, you will lose your job and I don’t want you to lose it for my sake,” he squeezes your hand with assurance. “But, thank you. Thank you for always being so kind to me.”

The candle flickers from behind you, sitting idly on the ceramic shelf above the sink. No sunlight beaming through the room and only the hues of flame, beginning to shrink with the melting of its wax. Your hair presents an illusion of golden threads against the candlelight, face as warm as your hand on his as you shift your fingers to the back of his palm. Gradually, you sigh whilst raising his palm to you and press your lips to the arch of his hand. It’s quick but affectionate.

Your stare is strong and his heart stutters for the millionth time since your arrival.

Remus is drawn to you and the thought of how your lips should be on his. He drifts closer, eyes roaming your face, feeling your breath against his skin.

“Can I kiss you?” your question is soft, a whisper, only for his ears. A secret so sacred that you’re afraid nature would hear the words of your confession that was solely reserved for your mind and the man you are confessing to. He nods, it’s slight but it’s true, feeling like this is all a dream. He doesn’t want you to dream anymore. For you are here, hand tangled in his, thinking about his lips on yours.

Then, he whispers as the candle flickers once more. “Kiss me so I can feel alive again.”

So, you do. You kiss him, gentle and sweet, your hand still in his.

#happy 1000!#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #the marauders #marauders #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders x you #marauders imagine

232 notes · View notes