#also. smirk emoji. not to flex but i came up with that line all on my own..... 😼 (feels unreasonably proud about it)

[starheirxero]

If they knew what I saved them from, they would thank me too.

[slutofpsh]

strip for me.

part six | pjs.

pairings: hyungline x reader

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 8k.

warnings: smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. having small sips of champagne. this is not proof read.

note: finally finished jay’s solo part. i really enjoyed writing this one as he is really my comfort person in this group. he just strikes me as someone very reliable. also get well soon, our jay! jake’s part will be the next one. i’ll probably need more time for that part since he’s a very hyper member (i mean it in a very affectionate way). anyway, as usual reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. i really appreciate all of your nice feedbacks!

part one; two; three; four; five

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“y/n, please pick up that dress i ordered for you later.” your head whips to look over your shoulder.

a small smile spreads across your face before nodding once, “okay, mom! see you later.” and you leans in to give her a kiss on her cheeks.

as you head outside, you couldn’t help but to feel excited. nerves wrecking and mind wondering of how this day will go. it was two days after your ‘date’ with one of your boyfriends, lee heeseung. and now, its park jongseong.

speaking of, he’s already outside. his red chevy camero parked while he’s leaning on it. patiently waiting for you. his eyes brightens the moment you walked out from the door.

“good morning!” he smiles bigger as he watch how cute your way of walking towards him.

“good morning, baby.” he greets softly and naturally sliding his arms over your waist, tugging you closer.

“were you waiting for long?” you asks a little bit worried.

jay’s eyes are so focused on you, gently watching you carefully. he shakes his head with a soft smile.

“nah.” he says.

only, he was there waiting for over an hour. he wasn’t going to tell you that, knowing so well that it would make you feel bad. he doesn’t want that.

after staring at each other for a while, he guided you over his car, opening the door for you. it was such a sweet gesture that you’re kind of getting used to. the boys always does it for you these days.

“jake’s texting me.” you informed with a bright smile while tapping on your phone to reply.

jay smirks, arms flexing as he manoeuvred the steering wheel. “is he still sulky about yesterday?” he asks that made you giggle a bit.

yesterday, the five of you went to eat dinner at heeseung’s favourite restaurant. it was a very fun time. you spent it just talking about random things, the boys basically exposing their embarrassing past memories to you that made you feel even much closer to them.

in the end, after the dinner someone has to drive you home and they just started to bicker with each other. it slightly stressed you out why they’re making it such a big deal. the banters lasts until you came up with the idea of settling it through rock paper and scissors. you’re laughing the whole duration that they’re playing.

jay won and jake, as always, is sulky. saying that he gets to pick you up today and should automatically be disqualified on driving you home last night.

“a little.” and you made sure you decorate your message with heart emojis just so he wouldn’t be so upset about last night.

he snorted, “he’s so immature.”

you giggled, can’t help but to inwardly agrees. tho, you must also admit that you love this side of jake sim. he’s just so adorable.

“so what’s the plan later?”

the original plan was to not ask anything about the date with jay that you’ve been looking forward to. but you just can’t help yourself.

the date with heeseung just improves so much with your relationship with him and just drawn you both closer. to the point that you don’t feel that nervous around him anymore. you can hold a staring contest for more than 15 seconds now (before it only last for 5 seconds).

jay smiles, knowing that you feel excited to your date just makes his heart jump in joy. since they did talked about how to make it up to you, jay gave deep thoughts about it. he’s very determined about giving his best—if not his all, just to make you feel how he feels towards you.

“its a secret.” and he grins that made you pout.

he glanced and chuckles at how adorable you look. he gently pinches your chin then put his focus back on the road. it was a chill ride and he was so entertaining to talk to. jay’s the type of person who knows alot of things and so you’re learning while chatting with him.

as his car drives over the parking lot, familiar vehicles in the same spot can be seen by you. they’re busy goofing around, but once sunghoon spots jay’s familiar vehicle, he pushed himself off his motorcycle.

jake’s head whips in flash and a big smile automatically spreads across his face. heeseung’s just have a small smile over his lips while leaning over his car, watching carefully. you chuckled, never really getting tired of this scene.

you rolled down the window even before jay can finish parking to wave at the three boys. jake instantly waves back, full of energy.

“sweets!” he greets and even rushed over to your side like an excited puppy.

“calm down, dude! you’ll get drag by my car.” jay hissed while still trying his best to focus on parking.

once rest assured that its safe to open the car’s door, jake didn’t waste any time and bursted it open. jay just rolls his eyes before unclasping your seatbelt for you.

sunghoon smirks while opening the backseat to get your things for you while you’re busy greeting his friends. heeseung trudges closer and almost pushed jake’s clingy ass off.

“hey, angel.” he softly greets then caged you in a tight, warm embrace. he drops a kiss on top of your head then leans his cheeks on it.

“hi, hee.” you says while face pressed on his chest, inhaling his manly scent that you’re slowly getting addicted to.

“jay hits the jackpot, eh? he drove you home last night and then he gets to pick you up today.” he mumbled so lowly, like as if he doesn’t want his friends to hear him sulking.

you chuckled, “that’s fine.” and caress his back carefully.

he smiles, enjoying your warmth. he gave you one last squeeze before leaning away to give you a peck on the lips.

once heeseung’s body moves away from you, sunghoon approaches. his eyes darted at you. he looked so good even in the morning. you gulped, admiring him.

“hi, pretty.” he whispers as he tugs your body closer to his.

pretty? he’s the pretty one for your eyes. the way his black hair compliments his pale skin, thick brows and eyelashes around his pretty eyes, pointy nose with a mole, and natural red lips. kissable lips that you get to kiss whenever you like.

“hi, hoonie.” you mumble affectionately that tugs sunghoon’s heart strings.

there’s really something with the way you say his name. he will never get tired of it. he should really record it and put it as his alarm. or use it whenever he’s losing his cool. it could put into a good use. maybe when he’s masturbating too? he smirks inwardly.

he leans in for his kiss with a playful evil grin on his handsome face. you return his kiss without any clue of the dirty things that occupies his mind.

“its really so unfair that you’d get to drive her home last night and you picked her up today.” jake’s still sulky while you walk over to the class.

as usual, heeseung and sunghoon’s in front towering the three of you. jay and jake’s beside you chatting and bickering from time to time.

“sweets do you like (favorite food)?” jake asks once you’ve settled on your seat.

despite the random question, you gave him a nod. his face brightens like it was such a big relief. jay drags one chair to sit next to you while heeseung went in front to check the workbooks that needed to be submitted. sunghoon went to his seat and laid his head after he placed your things beside you.

“what do you plan on your date?” jay asked his friend who quickly knew that he’s asking these questions because of his plan.

jake’s face looked defensive, “that’s none of your business! don’t copy me.” he hissed at his friend.

that made you laugh and jay only frowned at him. “i already planned our day. i don’t need your lame ideas.” he fired back.

jake cocked one of his brow at his friend, “lame? you’re lame!” and even playfully swat his arm then tries to escape after sending you a flying kiss.

you laughed hard at jake’s cuteness and how they bicker around. jay was left beside you as he flips his friend who just showed him his tongue from his seat.

“he’s so immature.” he complains while shaking his head.

you watch him with a smile, admiring how he’s so patient around his friends. jay is very matured. he rarely shows emotions or big reactions that makes him almost a nonchalant person. but lately, you’ve noticed how he tries to change that towards you.

you can clearly see he’s not that comfortable showing his true emotions. making you feel worried how he’s very cautious about letting people know his fears or weaknesses. he has a strong persona. some people even think he doesn’t have any weak side.

“he’s being cute.” and you reaches over his arm to caress it, a way of saying he’s being so nice.

jay’s eyes drops over your hand and smiles before grabbing it to kiss it once.

“nah, he’s just being annoying.”

you chuckled, “anyway, i have to pick up a dress later. is that okay?” you remembered your mom’s reminders before you stepped out from your house.

jay nods without hesitation. “yeah, sure. we can go pick it up later before we head to my condo.” he says.

you nods and tilts your head. “so we’ll date at your condo?” you ask with curiousity.

jay licks his lips, feeling a little nervous that you may actually find it boring or unclassy. his hyung just took you to their vacation house.

“y-yeah,” then he clears his throat. “is that okay with you?”

your eyes stares at his and nodded without hesitation. no sign of disappointment or anything. just genuine curiosity and a hint of excitement. he always knew you aren’t judgemental, but it still surprises him sometimes.

“what will we do at your place?” you tried your luck of harvesting information.

he smirks, caught on right away. he pinches your cheeks once before standing up to go to his proper seat.

“nice try, baby.” then he drops a quick kiss on top of your head.

a pout made its way to your lips while watching his broad back leaving. you’re totally curious, just like how it was when its your date with heeseung. you smile inwardly then shrugs shoulder before fishing the textbook you’ll be needing for the class.

guess you just need to leave it up to him. besides, you bet you’ll enjoy the day.

the class started once the teacher steps inside the room. naturally, you’re focus falls completely on to the lessons. lately, you find yourself enjoying class even more. maybe because you don’t feel alone anymore. tho, back then they’re really there for you. but their affection truly gave a bigger impact of comfort.

two periods passes like a blur and you’re stretching your arms when jay calls your attention.

“hey.” he says as he leans over, placing one of his hand on your table then the other at the back of your chair, trapping you.

the position itself was enough to send butterflies go crazy inside your stomach. he smiles then stares hardly on your eyes.

“y-yeah?”

“can you help me take those workbooks at the student council office?” he asks casually then pointed at the teacher’s table using his chin.

you glanced at it once then agreed with no hesitation. he nods then started heading towards the table. you followed afterwards. some of your classmates are starting to goof around as it was your vacant period.

“you can carry that.” he’s referring to the fewer stacks of workbooks. it sure does not compare to what he would carry.

“that’s too many. i can handle more than this.” you said, worried that he will have a hard time carrying those.

he shakes his head, declining.

“i can handle this, baby. besides, its just an alibi.” he smugly chuckle before tilting his head, asking you to follow him outside.

your stomach churns after realizing that he didn’t asked for your help because he needs it. its for other reason.

before heading outside, your eyes automatically scanned the room for the other three boys. their eyes are already darted at your direction, like as if they’ve been watching you ever since you stood up.

jake has a pout on his lips. sunghoon’s eyes are piercing as always, but he smirks once met eyes with you. he even made a playful kiss gesture before winking that made you blush. heeseung’s just watching using his soft gaze, only available for you.

“baby.” jay softly calls out.

that snapped you back in your senses then continued following him. on the way to the office, jay initiated conversation that made you feel at ease. not that you’re uncomfy around him, its just knowing that he’s planning to do something at the office makes you feel things.

the scenario at the library with heeseung flashes back to your mind, making you flustered and wet at the same time. your heart thumped in so much anticipation. a little bit scared... but more on excited.

“after you.” he smiles gently while prompting you to walk inside before him. his gentlemen gesture made you blush so hard, unable to even utter a simple thanks.

the whole office is as expected, vacant. jay walks pass you after locking the door behind him. he glanced at you while you silently roam your eyes around. the look on your face made jay smirk a little. it reflects a kitten scared for her life. very cute.

“you can place that here.” he says and puts the workbooks he was holding at the table.

you nodded then trudges towards him to place it near his stacks. his eyes carefully follows your every movement and you can feel his burning eyes, making you feel more nervous.

“are you nervous?” jay reaches for your hand then caress it. his eyes stays at you.

a pout made its way to your lips, “a little.” you admit that made his grin grew wider.

“yeah? why is that?” he asks teasingly then tugs your body close to his.

your brows furrowed and lips pursed, “because of you.”

jay’s very satisfied to hear that from you. the fact that you look very adorable and that he’s the reason of it makes his head go fuzzy. his heart aches in so much delight. he wraps his arms around your body and lets you rest your head on his chest, him nuzzling you close.

“you don’t have to feel nervous.” he says and gulped. its making him even more excited.

“i will always feel nervous around you.”

“is that suppose to be a good thing?” he chuckles.

your arms slides over his waist, “yeah.” a heavy sigh escapes from your lips before you continued. “i feel safe with you, but you can also make me feel nervous.” you admits then slowly pulls off from his warm hug.

he lets you, but kept his hand on the small of your back. his eyes darted at you.

“its because you look so handsome all the time.” you complimented him. well, its true. all of them are incredibly good looking, its just out of all those four boys, jay seems to be the one who needs to hear it the most.

you’ve noticed how he never flaunt how handsome he is and you remembered that one time where jake said that he rarely take photos as he doesn’t like seeing his face. that’s actually the most non-sense you’ve heard that time. how can he not like seeing that kind of face?

you figured you need to do extra effort on complimenting jay, try to help him realize how beautiful he is for your eyes— and probably to almost everybody around.

“baby...” jay’s out of words. you totally caught him off-guard and you’re happy about it. feeling proud even.

“what? i’m just stating a fact.” with a small smile on your pretty face.

jay’s heart strings tugs. he knew he likes every bits of you, but its still amazing how you manage to still make him feel things like this. at some point he thinks that you have some sort of magic spell and they’re all under it. he’s not complaining tho.

he leans in for a very soft kiss. you’ve felt every emotions he’s having at the moment.

when he pulls away, your eyes looked hazy and lips a little more red after the kiss. he smirks then caress your cheeks carefully. the two of you stares at each other’s eyes for a while before he talked again.

“take off your panties and sit down on the sofa.” he instructs that made your heart thump and stomach churn.

he didn’t have to even repeat himself. he guides you and you obeyed without any complain. the very familiar sofa causes so much memories to flashback and you just can’t help but to blush.

he made you sat down and just like he requested, you reached for your underwear and slides it off. he watches carefully while positioning himself in front, his eyes totally fixed at it. he licks his lips, almost salivating at the view.

“i want to taste your sweetness.” he mumbles after you manage to take your panties off.

he naturally placed both of his hands on your thighs and spread it open for him. the sight of your wet core made him even more thirstier. he can’t remember anything that can make him arouse like how the way you do it.

his eyes shifts at you and leans forward for a quick kiss. after liplocking for a few seconds, he pulls away then dips his head to start eating you out.

first lick on your slit and you’re already a whole mess. gasping lightly, your one hand flew over to your mouth trying not to make so much noise.

“damn, that’s good.” jay mumbles and then started eating you out. his lips attached to your core. he’s licking, sucking it. making sure he left no part of it that his tongue touched. he’s so addicted.

he looks at you over his eyelashes and his heart felt proud seeing you eyes tight shut, lip caught in between your teeth and head pans left and right.

“look at me, baby.” he says shortly that made you pry your eyes open. it was a bit hard as the pleasure’s keeping you from doing it easily.

“watch while i eat you out so good.” he added before diving in to eat you so hard like it was his last meal in his life.

feeling his tongue and lips attached at your core felt so good, having to watch as he does it makes you go crazy. it was a sight to see and the pleasure he gives just adds to the intensity of the situation.

“oh jay...” you moaned that he answered with a hum, the vibration it made threw your head back. your eyes slightly rolled at the back of your head. he taps your thighs, indicating that he wants your eyes back at him and so you obliged.

jay saw how hard your teeth are sunk into your beautiful lips and the way you clenched hardly around his tongue indicates that you are close to release his long awaited sweet juice. he raised one of his hand then slides two fingers with no warning. it made you jolt and moan in pleasure.

“are you close, baby?” he asks so softly. contradicting to his tone is his evil sexy smirk while watching carefully how your face contorts.

you nodded eagerly that made him chuckle, “give it to me then.” he says as he rut his fingers inside you in a faster pace.

“ugh,” you whimpered and watch how he laid his tongue near your hole, making sure it touches perfectly so he can catch every bit of your release.

the sight was enough for you to cum. it was so sensual and jay looked so hot doing it. jay continued to fuck you with his fingers despite after cumming and shaking a bit because of it.

“j-jay...” you moaned and shut your eyes close, unable to handle the pleasure and being stimulated by it.

he teared his gaze off from you and focused on your pulsating pussy. he pulled his fingers off then licks it off clean before attaching his lips on your hole to suck all those juices off.

“oh my gosh..” you moaned, back arching a little and eyes cracking open in surprise. the feeling was undescribably good.

jay’s wiping off some remnance on the corner of his lips before he smiles lovingly at you. he loves your fucked out state, still in trance of how good he just made you feel. he gently grabs your hand and caress it before taking it to his lips, kissing it affectionately.

“was that good?” he asked even though your face was enough to let him know that you indeed enjoyed every bit of it.

a nod is all you could give him as you’re still high from your climax. he chuckles and kissed your inner thigh once before standing up to collect some tissues to clean you.

“glad to make up from the last time.” he mumbled, referring to when he refused you the release you’ve been anticipating. back when he’s still punishing you.

a small smile and a light chuckle escapes your lips, “that was worth it.” you commented that earned a wide grin from the handsome boy now leaning down to start cleaning his girlfriend’s sweet pussy.

“jay is really my most hated person at the moment.” jake commented as he walks beside you over the parking lot.

the two of you are hand in hand while the three other boys are behind, talking about this topic you couldn’t even relate to. jake’s not that sulky anymore, but his jealous ass can’t help but to be upset over his friend.

you caress his warm hands wrapped on yours, “oh come on, i know you love him.” the teasing smile on your face made jake giddy inside. he can’t explain how happy he is now that you’ve grown closer to all of them. comfortable enough to tease him like this.

he smirks, leaning his face closer. “not as much as i love you, sweets.” and with no warning he attached his lips on yours.

the kiss made your heart leap. after a couple of seconds he pulls away with a smile.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he lifts his other hand to pinch your cheeks lightly as you nod your head.

“take care of her, jay.” jake says with a playful glare on his face.

sunghoon’s smirking as he silently approach you to give you a kiss on your lips. he mumbled a short good bye before placing your things on jay’s car.

“you don’t even have to remind me.” jay snobbishly says at his friend.

heeseung shakes his head, a bit fed up to their banters. his eyes shifts to you and they soften instantly. he smiles before leaning to kiss you on your forehead then to your lips.

“i love you,” he mumbles then rests his forehead on yours. “have fun tonight for me.”

you nodded, cheeks blushing hard. “i love you too, hee.”

his heart beats in content and leans away. he gave jay a clap on his shoulder before waving to go approach his own car.

jake’s still there, shooting glares to his friend. jay snorted as he slid his arms over your waist.

“dude why can’t you just be normal like heeseung hyung and sunghoon? they just bid good bye and left.” jay commented.

jake rolls his eyes then focuses back on you.

“i love you, sweets. text me whenever you have time or if you got bored with jay.” he jokes, tho he knew you wouldn’t feel that way. his friend is not a boring person and he knew you’ll have a great time with him. its just his way of teasing him.

you chuckled, finding it totally funny. jay swats his friend’s arm.

“you’re so clingy!”

jake just stuck his tongue out before finally walking off. jay sighs and faced you, “he’s so annoying.”

he then opened the car’s door for you.

“he won’t be jake if he don’t tease you guys.” you stated before getting in his car. he carefully secured your spot before he smiles.

“you’re right.” then he closes your door to go around and ride the driver’s seat.

“where’s the store again, baby?” he asks while buckling his seatbelt.

you quickly pulls your phone to check your mom’s message. she texted you about the dress she’s saying a while ago. you told him the name and location of the store. he nods his head and started driving right away.

he lets you connect to the bluetooth of the car for music. a subtle music plays while both of you talks to each other. it was such a chill ride, laughing and teasing each other.

as you arrive at the store, jay parked perfectly and went out to open the door for you. he placed his hand at the small of your back while guiding you inside.

“hi, welcome!” the lady by the counter greets you with a big smile.

“hello, i’m here to pick up a dress.” you gave her the slip that your mom gave you to claim it.

she nods and even ask you to wait. you glanced over jay whose roaming his eyes around the store filled with beautiful dresses. you smiled and leans closer to his body. you felt his hand caress your back as he rest his head on yours.

“what’s the dress for?” he asks.

you pursed your lips at his question, “its for her friend’s birthday party. she’s taking me with her.” then pulls away to look at him.

he stares at your eyes then smiles, “hmm. okay.” and kisses your nose gently.

your heads whipped at the lady when she finally got the dress. it was on your favorite color and looked so cute.

“do you want to try it so we’ll know if the adjustments are perfect?”

“can i?” you asked jay.

he nods without hesitation. “yeah, definitely.”

you nodded and one of the staff guided you inside their hallway where their stalls are located. jay said he’ll be perfectly fine so you don’t have to worry and take your time.

the dress looked good on you. the color compliments you perfectly and the style just fits you. you can’t help but to thank your mom for understanding your style.

“is it good?” the lady at the entrance of the fitting room smiles warmly, admiring how good you look.

you nodded your head, pleased. “yes, thank you so much. its perfect.”

a big satisfied smile spread across her face. “glad you liked it.”

she left you to change back to your original clothes and after that you went to the counter to sign something. she handed you the paper bag and thanked you as you head outside.

jay’s by his car, leaning attractively. you noticed some people craning their necks just to look at the handsome boy. it boost something in you while watching him staring at you with a warm smile. to have all his attention focused on you despite some eyes fixated on him.

“all done, baby?” he asks and hand already reaching for your waist as you approach him.

you nodded and even raised the paperbag.

he smirks then kisses your cheeks as he grab the paperbag from you.

“i have something for you.” he stated that made you look at him with full curiosity.

“what is it?”

he opens the backseat and placed your paperbag inside then he pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. your lips gaps at the sight of it.

“w-what...” you gulped then accept it from him.

“you liked it?” and arms wrapped around your waist once again.

“yes.” and pouts. “what’s it for?”

he tilts his head with a slight furrowed brows. “do i need a reason to give flowers to my beautiful girlfriend?”

that made you blush hard. stomach turning and heart thumping fast, reacting for jay. it was like an automatic response already. to even think that he tugs your heartstrings like how heeseung does is unbelievable.

“thank you so much.” you mumbles cutely that made jay melt.

“anything for you.” and he placed a gentle kiss at your forehead.

the whole ride to his condo unit, you got your eyes fixated at your flowers. he can’t help but to feel proud of it. if this is how you’ll react every time you receive flowers then he will gladly give you all the flowers in the world.

after a few minutes, you noticed that you’re driving inside a very expensive and private condo building. the security itself is tight, but once the guards saw jay’s familiar car they let him through easily.

your mouth gaps while looking around the tall fancy buildings.

“you live here?” you couldn’t help but ask.

he chuckles finding you adorable. “yeah.” he casually said.

you knew that the boys are wealthy. mainly why you’re aware that they get away from their troubles too easily.

“all alone?” your question caught him slightly off-guard.

heeseung lives with his parents and older brother. you’ve been in their house a couple of times. tho you didn’t meet his parents yet, you remembered him mentioning that he lives with him.

jake also lives with his parents. you’ve been in his house once. you met his mom and she’s very sweet.

sunghoon’s house is the nearest to the school. around an expensive private neighborhood. you’ve heard rumors about their million dollar mansion.

“yeah.” jay says. he doesn’t seem sad about it, but you can’t help but to be worried by thinking that he’s alone here.

jay glanced at you and chuckles when he saw how you look at him with so much worry.

“its fine, baby. my mom got that condo for me since our main house is far from the city. she doesn’t want me driving that long all the time.” he comforts you, reaching his hand on you to caress your thighs for consoling.

“don’t you feel lonely?” you ask, still worried.

he shakes his head right away to assure you. he’s also not lying about it. he doesn’t feel lonely at all and he actually like living independently.

“besides, heeseung hyung have a unit at the same floor as mine. he sleeps their from time to time.” he assures you.

“okay.” and finally smiles.

he chuckles, “you can come visit me too, you know?” with a smirk.

that made you blush, but you try to conceal it with playful glares shooting right at him.

“are you kidding? the security is so tight. i doubt i’ll manage to go through it.”

he scoffs, “i’ll let them know that you’re my girlfriend.” he winks that made you roll your eyes.

“you’re so cute.” he commented and finally started parking his car.

after he manages to park, he went out of the car as you patiently wait for him to open the door. he grabs some of your things at the backseat using one of his hand. the other reaches for yours and the two of you walks over the elevator hand in hand.

jay’s condo unit looks so cozy. just by one look you can already tell he picked all the things. it screams so much like him, fits him perfectly.

“make yourself feel at home, baby.” he says.

you slowly walked over the big glass wall to look at the beautiful view in front. the city looks incredibly relaxing. all the cars driving and people walking that looked like toys from the height of his condo unit is amusing.

“hey,” he approaches and caged you in a back hug.

your hand rests at his arms wrapped around you.

“go to my room and change into this.” and he pulls away to hand you a paper bag that has a logo of a very expensive brand.

“what...”

he smiles, “i’ll cook for us then we’ll have dinner at my balcony. sounds good?”

your eyes stares at him and you can’t help but to feel so overwhelmed at how romantic this man is. you nodded your head and accept the paperbag with a clouded mind.

he smirks, “great.” then placed a kiss on your head.

“take your time getting ready. i also asked someone to buy some make up products for you.” he raised a hand and scratch the back of his head, looking a bit shy.

“i’m n-not sure if you use those brands, but—” you threw yourself at him for a tight hug to let him know how much you appreciate his efforts for this.

“thank you so much, jay.”

he melts into your hug and returns it. “no problem, baby.”

you two stayed like that for a few more seconds before you headed to his room and he went to the kitchen to start preparing for the dinner. your heart felt so full just by hearing that he will cook for you.

jay’s really sweet. he got you flowers and this dress. also the make up. you can’t believe he will be this considerate.

his room looks neat. a few guitars displayed at the corner. some liquor bottles at a cabinet. a few pictures that you checked. one with his parents and another one with his friends. they’re all smiling so wide at the picture.

another picture is also the four of them, but it was a younger version of them. they all looked adorable and despite knowing that they have a strong bond, you can’t help but to notice how obvious the difference between their personalities.

heeseung have this small smile, hair fixed perfectly. jake’s smiling so widely and even holds a peace sign by one of his hand. sunghoon’s not smiling at the camera and have one of his eyebrows raised. he looked so snobby. jay have this warm smile that indicates how happy he is while having his friends beside him.

you heard out of all the four, he’s the only one who doesn’t have a sibling. a part of you felt sad for it, because you knew it yourself. you know how it feels having no one to play with and talk to. yes, you have your mom but there are things you cannot share with her. sometimes, you wished you have a sibling.

thankfully jay found it with his friends. a smile spreads on your face while caressing the picture of them using your thumb.

you spent almost two hours preparing for this dinner. a few moments after, you heard a faint knock at jay’s door.

“come in.” you mumbled and soon the door creaks open, revealing jay.

your mouth gaps at how good he looks. he’s wearing this semi formal outfit just to fit the vibe of your dress.

“wow.” he mumbles, eyes fixed at you. his eyes flickers with so much adoration. he always think you are pretty and when he saw that dress, he already know it will look good on you. but now that you’re wearing it, its a different thing.

he walks closer towards you with careful steps. taking time to appreciate how gorgeous you are. it made you blush and makes your heart warm. jay just never fails to make you feel like you’re the prettiest person alive.

“you look breath-taking.” he sincerely said and rests both of his hands on your hips, fingers slightly digging on the skin. he can’t help but to get excited about it.

you giggled and wrapped your arms over his nape. “you look so good too.”

he smiles and leans in for a gentle kiss on your cheeks. “but not as good as you.”

after both of you got satisfied on admiring each other, jay guided you outside the room. he blindfolds your eyes saying he wanted to surprise you with the set up he made himself.

its not very grand, (it is) but still he made effort. regardless, you’re sure you will love it. just how he prepares everything, you’re already more than thankful.

“oh my gosh...” both of your hands flew in your mouth in amusement.

a trail of red roses are made towards his balcondy where a simple yet elegant table was set up for your date. it was perfect.

he laid his hand in front of you with a handsome smile. satisfied with how you reacted. he was thrilled, almost a little nervous, as to how you will take this dinner thing. thankfully, you looked happy about it. with slight tears of joy brimming your eyes, he knew he did a good job.

the two of you walks towards the dinner table and he even pulled a chair for you.

“thank you.” you can’t stop smiling as he sat in front then takes care of you.

he told you the dishes he prepared for tonight and the pure amusement in your eyes didn’t slip off from jay’s eyes.

“you cooked this?” amazed at how it looked like something that will be served at a five star restaurant.

he nods his head, very proud. he tilts his head and asked you to take a bite. just how the meat melts in your mouth is perfect. you aren’t even exaggerating, but it taste so good.

“its perfect, jay! you’re such a good cook!” you exclaimed that made jay smile even bigger. his palm rests on top of chest.

“i’m glad you liked it baby.”

he pours you a glass of champagne. “are we even allowed to...?” your words halts referring to the alcohol when you’re just on your senior highschool.

he laughs, “its fine. just a glass of it won’t hurt.” he assures you.

you nodded, a little excited about it. he saw that and chuckles.

“but make sure not to drink too much baby. i don’t want to take you home drunk. i will be on your mom’s bad side. we don’t want that, do we?”

you laughed lightly and nodded.

the night went on with just the two of you talking about random stuff. he will ask you things he was curious of you and you’ll do the same thing. as the conversation went on and on, you find yourself feeling more comfortable around jay.

“when did you start liking me, jay?” you suddenly asked after remembering heeseung sharing this cute information as to how it all started for him.

somehow it made you curious for the other boy’s version.

jay’s not caught off-guard about it. well, maybe a little but not too much. he sighs and eyes dropped at his almost finished meal. he tilts his head, one hand plays through his wine glass.

“honestly, i was actually a little annoyed at you before.” he revealed with a chuckle.

you instantly got your brows furrowed at this new acquired information.

“what? why?” curious.

he laughs, finding it funny. finding his old self funny for it.

“because of how down bad you got my friends on you.” he started. he stops for a while then let out a sigh.

“i was the last one to discover these feelings for you. i guess its safe to say i was the most denial.” he clicks his tongue. “like i said, i’m kind of annoyed at you.”

your lips pursed, listening attentively.

“i transferred to our school when we’re on nineth grade, remember?” he says and you nodded your head.

jay doesn’t go to your current school before. since his home is far from here, he used to attend somewhere near his house. but he transferred because he wanted to be with his friends. you still remember clearly how the girls in your class went crazy for the new guy, park jongseong.

he was the talk of the whole campus for weeks. saying how perfect he is and how his group of friends are just a bunch of visuals. well, you couldn’t disagree with that.

“even before i can move here, they’re already been talking about this girl nonstop.” he started again then eyes focused on you. “they talk about you like you’re the only girl in the campus.”

your heart thumped faster at what he said.

“i was annoyed because at some point, they don’t give enough attention to my transfer to the school. all they can tell me is how amazing you are.” he chuckles. “out of curiosity and also irritation, i started to watch you from a far just like them. i was convincing myself that i will find something that can make my friends realize that you aren’t that special.” he couldn’t help but to smirk.

“but i just found myself drawn towards you. suddenly i’m not watching you for the main reason i started it. suddenly its because i was caught up, and just like them i fell...” his hand reached over and fingers plays carefully with yours. “and fell continuously until i cannot rise from this feelings anymore.”

your eyes softens and fingers hold his tightly.

“instead of finding reasons for them to unlike you, i found the reasons why they like you so much, baby.”

you pout and eyes watered with so much affection. heart felt so full because of the things he just said. you can’t believe it. jay, despite being the one whose been a little more nicer out of all of them, still felt distant before. his nonchalant demeanour made you think he don’t like you as much as the others. turns out you’re wrong.

“i love you, baby.”

you sniffs and stood up from your chair to approach him. he moves his chair back a little to give you space and let you sit at his lap comfortably.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face on the side of his face.

“i love you.” you mumble so gently that knocks out the air out of jay’s heart.

to hear those words straight out from your mouth has a different effect on him. he was at awe for a moment before he finally pulls himself back to his senses. he made you face him and cupped your face affectionately.

“you’re very special to me, y/n. i may not be as expressive as the others as i am afraid to show my vulnerability, but please always remember that i am so soft for you. you are my soft spot.” he said while staring right into your eyes.

“please never forget that.”

you caress his cheeks, “i know how strong of a person you are, jay. but always know that showing weakness doesn’t mean you are not strong. you are a human after all. for me, you’re a very wonderful person.” and with that he leans in for a heated kiss.

his kisses are intense and so is how his hand rests on your face. your eyes shut and just enjoys this moment with jay, hand rests over his shoulder. his open mouthed kiss moves from your lips to your chin, then down to your neck.

“jay..” you moaned.

“i want to fuck you here.” he mumbles that instantly sent your mind afar. you are loss and too caught up in the moment that you barely give a care if his balcony is wide open and free for people to see.

“please...” you mumble that made jay go crazy.

“stand up and lean on the railings.” he instructed that you obliged right away.

your breaths are heavy while you wait full anticipation for jay to get in touch with you once again. the view beneath his balcony is very pretty and honestly add to the feels. you’re too turned on and the arousal is already poisining your right mind to think about anything but jay’s dick.

not long after, his toned chest are pressed on your back. he dips his head and kisses your exposed shoulder blades towards your neck.

“you’re so beautiful.” he compliments as one of his hand rummages to pull your dress up so he can fuck you from the back. “so damn beautiful.” he added then slides your panties to the side.

he has his zipper open and his cock pulled outside, so hard and ready for you. he licks his fingers then strokes his dick a few times before placing the starts trailing your line.

“lets get you wet enough first, hm?” he softly whispered, lips kissing you on your ears.

you whimpered and hand rests at his thigh behind you.

“i don’t want my baby hurting from my big dick.” he chuckles and kept on tracing the line. his dirty words were enough to get you dripping wet for him.

“jay...” you said, out of breath even if you aren’t doing anything.

he chuckles, finding you adorable. “all right, i’m coming in baby.” he whispered then slowly put his cock inside of you.

the stretch made you moan out and whimper softly. once he managed to put it fully, he tries to make you face him.

“give me a kiss.” he demanded that you gave in. the kiss was slightly messy, but you didn’t care.

he asked you to hold on the railings as he started to fuck into you, his large hands dominates your hips. he started slow, enjoying how tight you felt around his cock. but the pleasure it was giving him made it impossible not to go faster.

he started rutting his cock in a faster pace that felt delicious. he groans as he peppered your back with light soft kisses. it was affectionate and honestly started to drive you crazy.

“ugh,” you moaned heavenly at the intensity of how jay’s fucking you at the moment.

his thick cock just slides in and out of you, reaching the parts of your insides that’s been longing for him. one of your hand hold his arm for support as you can feel your knees weakening from too much pleasure.

the breeze are slightly cold but the heat coming from both of your bodies are enough to keep you warm.

“oh my gosh... so good.” you mumble as your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jay’s brows are furrowed as he looks down on your privates connecting. the erotic sounds of your skins slapping making him feel alot of things, arousal being on top of it.

“yeah baby. you’re right.” he says. “you feel so damn good around me.” and he started fucking faster and deeper.

it was so intense and not surprising that you’re reaching your climax already. the familiar knot forming inside your stomach causes you to clench around jay’s throbbing dick. it sends instant pleasure for him, making him groan and moan. he sounded so sexy.

“cumming for me?”

you nodded your head, lips caught in between your teeth.

“me too, baby. i’m close too.” he then continued trying to drive both of you to reach that release.

you came undone to jay’s dick and is a moaning mess after it. he groans heavily and kept on fucking his hot seeds back inside your tight hole.

he made your head turn to face him for a messy kiss, giggling and chuckling in between while still helping both of you in riding your high.

“i love you so much.” he says, connecting your foreheads together.

you managed to pull a small smile, despite being drunk in lust over the climax you just reached. “i love you, jay.” and with that he leans for a peck before smirking.

“let me fuck you on the couch too.” and then started guiding you inside his dim lit condo. the only source of light are from the bright moon and some from the building next to his.

he sat down and helped you get on top of him, carefully placing both of his hands on your waist. he watches how you hold his dick and aligned it perfectly to your entrance. his eyes darted at you and hold a stare while you slowly sunk on his dick making you both moan in pleasure.

jay’s a tough man. he’s very independent and ever since he was a little, he refused to be viewed at the weaker side. he’s known for his nonchalant side, but with you he’s more than willing to show his vulnerable side. the side that melts completely to your soft touches and the side that submits to your soft gaze. he will fully let you take over him whole and he promised he will never regret. he perfectly knew his weakness and she’s right in front of him, looking so beautiful as always.

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[reidsahacker]

Support from Under the Desk

Vinnie Hacker x Female Reader

warnings: daddy kink, degrading, some praise, cockwarming, slight spanking.

1.4k words, briefly edited!

So um this is def not a blurb lol, got carried away! sorry lmao! if anyone wants a part 2 let me know and send in ideas!

Requests are open, send in your blurb reqs or concepts! my anons are open too! i also do emoji anons if anyone is interested!

Vinnie has been playing Valorant almost all day and watching him play can be super fun. Sometimes he lets you wear his headset and talk to the boys, sometimes he trys to teach you how to play, others you just like sitting there with him. Today you have done all 3 of those things and you are still bored. You are currently trying to take a nap but he keeps distracting you. Not because he is being loud but he is hot. He doesn't have a shirt on so every time he moves his back flexes, you watch his tattoo move.

"Fuck." Vinnie says as he throws his hands in the air. He stands up to stretch and his sweats slide just a little lower on his waist. You can see his v-line and all you can think about is trailing kisses down his stomach and stopping right at his spade tattoo, leaving kisses all around it, teasing him until he grabs you by the chin, giving you the warning look.

"Babe?...Baby?...Y/N?" Vinnie says calling at you.

"Hmm?" you hum.

"What's on your mind baby? I can tell you were thinking about something." He says slightly concerned/

"Nothing baby, i'm just tired." you answer still feeling your heart beat in 2 different places.

"Okay baby, I love you." He says when he comes over and gives you kisses.

Vinnie gets back into the game and you "take a nap." In reality you are thinking of a way you can get what you want. The idea hits you, a pillow under the desk that's "for hera".

You grab one of the decorative pillows and make your way over to Vinnie. You know that he won't hear you coming, so as you approach the desk you get down on your knees and crawl. You don't think Vin can see you but he can and all he does is smirk to himself, he wants to see what your plan is.

You crawl underneath the desk and set the pillow down right in between his legs. You act like you are setting the pillow just right when he glances down at you with a questioning look.

"Its for hera, when she lays down here!" you say with a slight smirk.

"Yeah?" he says with a slightly cocky tone that makes you clench your legs together.

Instead of crawling out the way you came in, you get in between his legs. You place your hands on his knees and give him a small smile. You slowly start to run your hands up his thighs, causing him to spread them and push his hips forward.

Your hands go to his hips as you sit up on your knees, you run the tips of your fingers over the ace of spades tattoo causing him to let out a low groan. You play with the band of his sweats and right when he thinks you are going to pull them down, you run your hands over his bulge instead. He mutes himself on the game and you know you have him where you want him.

"You know better than to tease me bunny, finish what you started or you will come warm my cock while I play." he says with a stern tone.

You will his sweats down and his cock springs out hitting his stomach, leaving a drop of pre cum on his stomach. You swipe your finger through it and suck the finger into your mouth.

"Tastes good daddy." You moan out giving him the best puppy dog eyes that make him melt every time.

You take the base of his cock in your hand and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to spread it around. As you slowly jerk him off you press small kisses to his tip, still teasing him despite his previous warning. He gives you another warning look, so you take his tip in between your lips and suck.

One of his hands goes to the back of head, pushing you to take more of his cock your mouth.

"Just like that bunny, got the best mouth." He praises you and feels you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down, while using your tongue to swirl around him just how he likes. You hear a new round start and that's when you take him all in.

"Fuck, bunny." He says bringing his hands down, making a makeshift ponytail and using that to control you. Completely abandoning the game.

You moan around him and feel him twitch in your mouth, you know he is getting close but he's not wear you want him yet. As you bob your head up and down with his help, you reach a hand down to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand and that's when he bucks up into your mouth and twitches.

"Fuck bunny, gonna cum down that pretty throat. Keep going baby." He moans out while his hand relaxes on your head.

That's when you take the opportunity to completely pull away except for your hand on the base his cock. His tip is red and dripping pre cum, the veins on his cock are pulsing and he his pissed. He pushes his chair out a little more and grabs you by the elbow.

"Stand up and take of your clothes off now." he says with lust and anger in his eyes.

You stand and slowly start stripping, once your (his) shirt is off, you take your panties off and throw them over his head but he catches them. He grabs you by the hips and places you on his lap, hovering over his cock.

"What did I tell you slut? Huh?" He almost yells at you.

"Not to tease." he whisper while looking anywhere but his eyes.

He grabs you by the chin making you look at him as he slides you down on his cock. He watches the way your eyebrows furrow together and your mouth drops open, letting out the prettiest moan as he bottoms out.

You run your hands up his arms and put them over his shoulders, getting ready to bounce on his cock when he grabs your hips stopping you.

"Daddy, wanna ride you. Please." You pout at him with the puppy dogs eyes that he loves oh so much.

"No, those eyes aren't going to work this time. I told that if you teased you'd warm my cock and that is what you are going to do." He says while rubbing his thumbs in little circles on your hips.

"But da-" you whine before he interrupts

"No. Now you can either be a good bunny and sit her while I play and maybe i'll let you cum when Im done. Or you can be a whore and not get anything. I'll use you right now to make myself cum and then you'll get off. Which one you want baby?" He asks with most sly smirk.

As you take one of your hands and place it on his cheek, using your thumb to play with his bottom lip you mutter out "Be a good bunny, wanna cum daddy."

He pecks your lips a few times, giggling at his little bunny pouting on his lap all because she lost her own game. "Good choice bunny, wanna feel you make a mess on my cock later."

You whine out knowing he is trying to rile you up more and it's working. You make yourself as comfy as you can with his cock bottomed out in you and not getting anything else from it but the beautiful pressure of him on your sweet spot. You think that maybe if you stay as still as you can it will over quicker.

Right as you lay your head down on his shoulder and he scoots his chair in to start a new game he says something that ruins your whole plan of "staying still"

"Better hope this game I do good, you know a move a lot when I lose. Know you were watching me earlier bunny, me losing is what started this." He says.

You sit up and give it one last go, see if you can get yourself out of this.

"Im sorry daddy, I just can't help it. You look so good baby, wanted to make you feel good." you give him the puppy dog eyes, the pout, and clench around him.

All you get is a slap on the ass and him chuckling while putting his headset on. You are going to be in for a long ride ;)

AHHH LIKE I SAID ITS MORE THAN A BLURB!! THANK YOU TO THE 2 ANONS WHO SENT IN THEIR IDEAS!! I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS! LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!

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1. Aran

The match between black jackals and schweiden adlers was about to start. You see the two teams, a cluster of black and white jerseys on the opposites, and play with the ID card hanging around your neck. The stadium was starting to fill out, but it's okay. You were near the vip section since you weren't there as a spectator, rather working for one of the sponsors. Being in the public relations department sure helped in getting the best spots, as you could see the entire court from where you stood. Also, there were lesser people around, something you were grateful for.

The announcers began their announcement, and Hinata's name came up in the beginning. He was doing his debut with this game, and you smiled to yourself. He deserved to be in such a great team. Your eyes then sweep from player to player in both the teams, before landing on ushijima.

Hot dang.

Not gonna lie, he was attractive. His tall figure flexed when he did warm ups, making the jersey tightened around the biceps. You blinked, eyes zeroing on them. Yep, they fine.

But that wasn't why you were his fan. At least that's what you always tell yourself that you totally liked him for his skills. Unfortunately, the truth couldn't be hidden from the voice beside you as it suddenly stated, "not gonna lie, he got a good physique."

The tone was a playful one, but it still didn't make you any less embarrassed. Specially when it came from an equally attractive man who is also selected to lead the Japan's volleyball team in the olympics.

"m-mr Aran." you stutter in his presence. He had shades on, maybe trying to escape the paparazzi's eyes and his face was neutral.

Why is he talking to you? AND WHY DID HE HAVE TO CATCH YOU OGLING OVER MUSCLES.

Aran smiled at you, feeling a bit flustered himself. He isn't the teasing type, and he would definitely not tease someone he met for the first time.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." he says, palms up in surrender.

You laugh nervously, turning back to the match. The first whistle blows, and the game begins.

"are you supporting the adlers?" he asks after minutes of silence.

You shake your head, focused on the game. "no. I'm with msby."

Aran's eyebrows furrow in amusement. He wanted to ask you something, and you knew what. It would seem like you're supporting the adlers because of ushijima, but in fact you weren't.

So before he could ask you further, you decided to clear the misconception. "sure, I like ushijima. He's a great player. But I've worked for the other team, and I know how much they rock. Moreover it's Hinata's first game with them. They have to win."

Again, Aran is a little surprised. You seemed into the match, your body moving on reflex with the flow of the game. Your little whispers of encouragement for the black clad team was...cute.

Then he notices the card hanging around your neck. It was only for the official members, like volunteers or sponsors. So he wondered which part did you belong to. Moreover the place where you both stood – wasn't allowed to the public. It was for players and the management team.

"are you a volunteer?" Aran took up the courage to ask you.

You glanced at him, before smiling. "no. I'm part of the PR team for one of the sponsors of the tournament. So I have a pass to be here."

He nods at your words, and a sudden roar around the stadium takes both his and your attention to the super spike ushijima just pulled.

"your crush scored against the team you're rooting for. How do you feel?" he asks you, smirking at the flustered expression on your face.

You laugh a little, shaking your head. "he's not my crush. He's just a player I really admire."

"right...that's why you were giving him googly eyes."

You grow stiff at the words. First of all, you seriously felt anxious standing near Aran. He was not only a great player, but he's also very handsome and he doesn't have any reason to talk to you. Not that you minded, since you are used to interacting with popular players. But none of them have ever used such a...teasing tone with you before.

And here he is, trying to be friendly with a no one like you (at least that's what you think).

"you know." you suddenly say, your nervousness diminishing a little. "I was an intern in the MSBY black jackals PR team."

Why did you say that? You wish you had the answer. Best guess is you don't want another word about ushijima and his muscles out of this man's mouth. And how you were staring at them.

"oh? So that's why you're supporting them." Aran chimes in a thoughtful manner, eyes on the game. Atsumu had just served sakusa, and a sense of pride filled his chest looking at his junior.

"yeah. That's part of it. Another part is because they are amazing at what they do. I've seen it first hand. Not that adlers are bad or anything..." you finish in a mumble. You certainly didn't want to seem biased.

Aran gave out a laugh at your words, highly amused by now. You were awkward and nervous, that much was obvious, but it was funny to see you masking it. He didn't know why he came to stand beside you, he just saw a lone figure who probably didn't look like they cared for what's around them, and decided to stand there when he saw your zoned out expression. It looked funny. Following your line of vision, he sees ushijima warming up. You must have thought no one was around so you didn't bother hiding your expression, and Aran caught you. And he doesn't regret it one bit.

"you were an intern. Which means you didn't have a lot of interaction with the boys huh?" he asks.

"no, not really. I did talk to them a couple of times, when we had to promote the players. The most I've worked with is hinata, as he was new. So I'm familiar with him more than the others."

"cool. You know Atsumu? He was my teammate in school as well." he states, smirking.

You give him a tight smile. "yeah I know. Everyone knows."

Aran's smile drops. Right. Atsumu was popular. Who also had a Wikipedia page for himself. So did Aran. Of course people will know.

Clearing his throat, he doesn't say anything, but stares at you. You had a very simple aura about you. And he kinda dig that. You looked at the players taking a break before the second half of the game, which your team was leading, by the way. The only reason Aran had come was because Atsumu insisted he does. And because Osamu had his stall perched outside the stadium – something he had to check out. Seeing the twins grow up made him feel like a mother watching her children grow up.

Aran suddenly had the urge to ask for your number. But he wasn't sure. You didn't seem the type to share contacts just because the other person is popular or attractive. Moreover he had been getting this feeling that you didn't want to talk to him. And even if not a lot of words were shared between you two – he quite enjoyed this conversation. Too bad you didn't feel the same. According to him.

But oh whatever. You won't know unless you try eh? YOLO.

That's what Aran thought when he decided to ask you. "what's your name? I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier."

You turn to him, eyes widening. Did the Aran ojiro ask your freaking name?

Butterflies, calm down. It's not the time.

"y/n." you say, trying to be as calm as possible.

"y/n." he repeats, your name rolling off like Hershey chocolate syrup from his tongue. Wait what?

"it's a pretty name." he smiles.

It took everything in you to not jump in excitement. Is Aran flirting with you? You don't know whether you should panic or fangirl. It's almost like, fight or flight.

"thanks." you reply, tucking your hair behind the ear. Aran is still smiling, his eyes creasing into crescent moons.

Silence. Awkward silence.

You don't know what else to say. No one prepared you for this type of situation. And the same could be said for the man in front of you. No one told him he is meeting a potential soulmate today.

Breaking the tension first, you check your watch and tell Aran, "uh, I gotta go. The match is coming to an end, and I have to get ready for the press conference."

Aran almost, almost frowns in disappointment. "don't you want to see who wins?" truthfully, he didn't want you to go just yet.

At that you couldn't help but giggle. Are you sure it's the same guy who is the ace for his team and who is going to lead Japan's team?

"mr Aran, I'll know anyway. It's going to be announced throughout the stadium. And in the conference." you say, turning to the score board. "moreover, msby is leading. They are gonna win this." you finish, determination in your voice.

With the conviction you said those words, Aran wished he could get them for himself personally. He wished you could only cheer for him. Because if you did, there's no way he'd even think of losing.

"right. My bad. See you around?" he says, hoping for a positive response.

You thought about it for a moment. Is this right? You are no fool, you completely understand what's going on here. The question is, why.

Aran seemed to notice your hesitation. "it's okay, if you don't want to. No pressure." he says, giving you a smile that didn't really look like a smile.

Way to go y/n, you heartbreaker.

You suddenly had an idea. Quickly taking out your phone, you opened your instagram and shot a text to Aran. "that should do..." you whisper.

Aran looks at you confused. What were you doing?

Smiling, you wave him a goodbye and run off towards the direction of a group of media people.

What just happened?

Aran blinks at your retreating figure when his phone buzzes. It was Osamu. He smiles, and then his eyes go towards the notification. Someone had texted him on instagram. And that someone was you.

"hey. Let's talk!"

He stares at your text for a good minute before bursting out laughing. A couple of people looked at him laughing at something on his phone, but he didn't care. The text gave such a dorky vibe he couldn't help it.

He sent you a laughing emoji, and shoved his phone back into his pocket before walking away, the smile not leaving his face.

Maybe he did meet his soulmate already.

***

It has been exactly four months since you and Aran started talking on Instagram. Yet, Aran hasn't asked for your number. He just didn't get the courage to. He is almost convinced it was love at first sight with you, because since the day he saw you and spoke to you, till now, when he's laughing at the memes you had spammed him with, his head hasn't been felt this light. Even Atsumu had commented during their practice for the olympics, that he was seeing sparkles around him. Of course, that got the setter a smack on the head, but Aran knew it was because of you.

What was he supposed to do. He was falling for you, and he was falling hard.

Looking at the conversation y'all shared one last time, Aran decide enough is enough. He was going to ask for your number.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitation settling faster than it can be allowed. But will you give him your number? Talking on social media is different, and talking through your personal number is different. It was more...intimate.

Sighing, he throws his phone on the bed, taking his head in his hands. The game was in a few days, and he had to do something about you because you're all he's thinking about.

Suddenly his phone rings and he looks at the caller. Aran has never looked so done than he's doing now.

"what is it?" he answers the call.

"is this how you greet your favourite twin?" Atsumu replies from the other side in mock offended tone.

"I'm not coming to the bar, if that's the reason why you called."

"h-how did you know?" Atsumu asks, almost yelling in the phone.

"because that's like, the only reason you'd call me at this time?"

"..."

"fair enough" the blonde states after a minute of silence.

Just then Aran had a thought. It wouldn't hurt to ask right?

"remember a couple of months back, say, earlier this year, someone had interned for your team." Aran says.

"hmm? A lot of people interned Aran san, who are you talking about?" Atsumu asks, confused.

Aran gave him your name, running down a brief description of how you look, and added the fact that you had spoken to hinata because he was new as well.

"hmm...y/n...I think I remember her." Atsumu says.

Aran's eyes lit up. "so d–"

"are you interested in her?" came the question from the other line.

Shit.

Regret fills Aran not a second after that question. He never considered the fact that he was asking the last person he should ask, specially for a girl's number. This ain't gonna end well.

"...yeah." he answers, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.

Another minute of silence. Cue the dramatic reaction in 3...2...

"ARAN SAN DID YOU FINALLY MEET THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!?"

It was so loud that Atsumu's voice echoed even when Aran had literally walked away from the phone after setting it down on the bedside table. Why isn't he surprised?

There were some more loud incoherent response, that he didn't bother listening to. He ultimately picked up the phone when a series of 'hellos' flooded through the phone.

"yeah, I'm here." he says, cutting the question off.

"gosh, seriously? How? Why? When? WHAT!?" Atsumu asks, flooding the call with questions again.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aran narrates the incident briefly. Atsumu screams again.

"I can't believe you found a girl for yourself! That too someone I know!"

Aran smiles as your picture comes to his mind. "yeah. I can't believe it myself."

"so when are you asking her out?"

The smile dropped. "I don't have her number." he mumbled.

"say what?"

"I...don't have her number. I was meaning to ask you if you have it or not." he says, this time more clearly.

"you...why don't you have her number again?" Atsumu asks, perplexed.

"because I felt she'd stop talking to me. She isn't exactly the most open person around."

"hmm. That's kinda true, I'll admit." the Miya says, "even when she was an intern here, she mostly stuck to herself and her work. But she was friendly."

Aran nods to no one in particular. "so? Do you have it?"

"I gotta check. Like you said, she was closer to hinata. If I don't have it then he might have it." Atsumu says before continuing. "wait a minute. What do I get from this?"

Aran's eyebrow raises in confusion. "an awesome sister-in-law?" he states like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Atsumu laughs. "very nice. But I'm serious."

"I'm serious too." Aran says in heartbeat. Did Atsumu think he wasn't serious about you? Rude.

"woah. Okay. But if I get the number, you gotta come to the bar with me." the voice from the other side says.

"cool."

He could at least do this if he gets your number right?

Atsumu cuts the call with a cheer. A few minutes in, Aran's phone pings, and there it was – your number.

I didn't have it. Got it from shoyo. Atsumu wrote.

Thanks man.

You better be there. I'll be waiting.

A'ight.

Feeling giddy, Aran saves the number and sends out a silent prayer that you haven't changed the number.

hey. Is this y/n? Aran texts you, legs bouncing as he sits on his bed.

A second later. who is this?

Aran

Suddenly the phone rings. Panic sets in Aran. He didn't expect you to call.

Picking up the phone, he kept silent, waiting for you to speak.

"how did you get my number?" was the first thing you said.

"I asked Atsumu. Who asked Hinata."

You made a noise, kinda like in disbelief. Then you start laughing. "why didn't you ask me?"

Aran looked guilty. "I...didn't think you would give me your number."

"ah..." you trail off. You couldn't deny it. You were a skeptical person. "I didn't think Hinata would still have my number though..."

"maybe he still thinks you're his friend."

Friend? Sure, Hinata was a friendly person. But being 'friends' with the staff wasn't exactly ideal for players.

"maybe." you say softly.

"ah, I wanted to ask you something." Aran says, after a minute of silence.

Your heart picks up. Was he going to drop the L-bomb? You couldn't deny the affection brewing in you, specially after talking to him for a couple of months now, and knowing how sweet he is.

"w-what did you want to ask?" you ask, stuttering a little.

"will you be there on the day of the game?"

You had the urge to roll your eyes and pass a snarky comment. If there was something that amused you like heck, it was this habit of Aran where he would ask the most obvious questions. Like meeting a someone in the movie theater and asking "whatchu doing here?"

"yes. We are one of the sponsors." you answer, moving aside the urge. This sweet man doesn't deserve that sass.

"oh great. So...will you meet me before the game? I gotta tell you something."

Your eyes widen. Millions questions run in your mind and all point to one direction – something that you don't want to believe is true.

"okay." you answer, your voice coming out a little strained.

"really? Cool! I'll see you then. Goodnight." Aran beams before cutting the call.

You blink at the black screen of your phone. Did he really call you for this? Men are so confusing.

***

Aran was nervous. The room was brimming with men dressed in the red team uniform, and his eyes was floating between the teammates. It lingered a longer on ushijima, and he mind went back to the time when you had commented on ushijima's birthday post with lots of hearts. The jealousy he felt, sheesh.

Then he turns to sakusa. According to you, he was the only one you never spoke to even once. He mostly kept to himself, but every fellow intern with you swooned over the mysterious man. He had grimaced at that. Did y/n too swooned? Guess we'll never know.

Finally, his eyes land on Atsumu who was talking to bokuto. He was the only one who knew about you, and Aran worried that he will open his big mouth, but the blonde proved to be more faithful than that. But it still didn't stop him from hammering Aran with questions about you.

Aran's eyes flickered to his phone every other minute, waiting for the text from you, saying you were here. You had told him you'll text him, so he was waiting for the go.

"you have been staring at the phone since forever." a chirpy voice brings him out of the daydream.

He turns to see Hinata, smiling up at him. "are you waiting for something?"

Before Aran could answer, his phone pings and the screen turns on, displaying your name (that had multiple hearts beside it) and the text saying you were waiting for him outside in the corridor.

Both he and Hinata stared at the phone, at your text. Suddenly the tangerine goes, "is y/n your girlfriend Aran san!?"

And boy, was he loud.

Every pair of eyes in the room turned to their flustered looking captain, who just stood there speechless. Atsumu, who was mirroring Aran, jumped to defend him.

"h-hey now. Let's leave him alone. I'm sure it's nothing–"

"ah, I see y/n standing there though. Hi y/n!"

Atsumu turns to see bokuto and Hinata at the entrance, waving at someone. Too late.

Slowly everyone poured out of the room, looking at the one who apparently stole their leader's heart.

You.

And you? Yeah, you are definitely representing a new born calf with your shaky legs. No matter how many people you have met through your job – a group of hunks, who are also national players mind you, and at least a head taller than you, staring at you like you're some sort of star, doesn't help.

It looked like a herd of huskies looking at a small mouse.

You wanted to run away.

Hinata walks up to you, clapping your shoulder lightly. "long time no see y/n!" he greets you, smile wide.

You give him a nervous smile. "hey shoyo kun..."

"so you're dating Aran san?" bokuto pipes in from behind Hinata.

Your eyes almost pop out of your sockets? What in the world...

"no I'm not." you say, firmly but politely.

His eyebrows scrunched in a frown. "then why did he have hearts beside your name?" he murmurs to himself.

You didn't quite catch that. So you ask, "pardon?"

"nothing. It's nothing." you finally hear the voice of the person because of who you came all the way here. And even put in a little effort with the makeup.

Aran walks up to you three with long strides, his expression almost panicky. He stands beside you and sighs. "guys. Please. Let her breathe."

Both hinata and bokuto look at each other before exchanging a knowing smirk and step back a few steps. Something you were grateful for. It was getting too much.

Aran smiled at you softly before introducing you to everyone. A series of 'hi' and 'hello' circled around in response. Hinata, bokuto and Atsumu knew who you were already. Atsumu even went beyond and did a dramatic bow before taking your hands in his and tried to place a kiss but Aran's loud clearing of throat and your panicked face stopped him.

But nothing prepared you for ushijima's turn. He just stood in front of you, his eyes unblinking and his face without expression. You almost mistook him for an android, when he gives you a small smile. "hello."

It was a polite smile, something people do out of curtsy but that didn't stop you from internally squealing because OH MY GOODNESS USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI JUST SMILED AT ME.

Aran saw how your palms were in a fist. You were trying not to fangirl, he noticed. It made him a little sad to be honest. If only he would get the same reaction from you.

"hello." you say, trying to focus. "all the best for the game. All of you."

Everyone thanked you before they all went inside the room, leaving you alone with Aran. They could see how eager he was to be with you in some privacy.

Aran turns to you and smiles again, but that quite didn't reach his eyes. You frowned at that.

"are you nervous for the game?" you ask him.

Aran shakes his head. "a little. But I know we'll be fine."

"then what's got you looking so forlorn?"

Aran chuckles at your choice of words. He knew you liked reading classics, and that's where you got most of your vocabulary from. "it's nothing. I'm happy to see you. Sorry for the chaos in the beginning." he points towards the door.

You smile. "it's okay. I was a little surprised when I saw bokuto san and shoyo."

"yeah..."

Aran looked distracted. His hands were clasped together and he looked everywhere but you. You tilted your head, wondering what's gotten into him.

"mr Aran, are you okay?" you ask, your voice carrying concern, something that felt like music to the man in front of you.

He stares at you. You squirm a little under the intense gaze, and as much as you wanted to stare back and get lost in those eyes, you had to be sure this is going towards where you think it's going.

Suddenly Aran steps closer, his chest hitting your chin. You look up at him and before you could understand what's happening, he cups your hands in his large hands and place a deep, but soft kiss on your lips.

At that moment, your first instinct was to check whether there were other people in the area.

His lips were soft. You always thought they were. They looked so soft that you had asked him what he used for his lips and actually went and bought the same chapstick. They were also thick, something you were a little envious of.

But oh well, those same luscious lips are smooching the heck outta you.

You grabbed his forearms that held your face delicately. Aran parted his lips more, and you bit on his bottom lip, earning a soft groan from him.

As for Aran, yeah. You can say he was ready to drop on one knee and ask your hand for marriage. He was THAT crazy about you. And the kiss just took the cherry on the cake.

Aran parted from you, both of your eyes in a daze, before he snapped back to reality. His eyes widened at your hooded eyes and parted lips. He tried to remove his hands from you but your grip on him stopped him.

"you really need to check your surrounding before doing something like that." you state moments later. Your eyes looked more clear now, and you were staring at him with some unknown emotion.

Aran gulped and looked around, finding the place empty except for the two of you.

"I'm so sor–"

"sorry doesn't cut it." you cut him off. You weren't even smiling. Are you mad at him?

Aran doesn't know why he suddenly kissed you. He just wanted to. You looked beautiful. You are beautiful. And Aran wanted to kiss you.

Suddenly your face breaks into a small smile. "I don't need your apology. I want you to ask me out so I can say yes."

He just looks at you, stunned. So...his feelings are reciprocated?

Aran wanted nothing more than to just hug you and jump around in joy. Even shout out his love for you. But if he did that it will cause trouble. So he's gonna reserve that for when the two of you are alone.

Placing his forehead on yours, he asks in a whisper. "will you be mine y/n? I'll treat you like a queen."

"only if you get me a selfie with ushijima and his autograph."

Aran laughs, his head too high in the clouds to even feel jealous. He knows you don't mean it. He knows you are his. And he is yours.

"but it's you I'll be cheering the most for. Get em' captain." you finish the sentence.

Aran nods, your foreheads still against each other. He wanted to cry. But no, not yet. He's going to win this game for you. And hug you in front of everyone. And then cry in your arms. And then–

"you should go inside. It's almost time." your voice snaps him back from the fantasy.

He looks at you, now standing a little apart from him. Your hands were beside you, and you were giving him the googly eyes now.

Taking your hands in his, he kisses your knuckles. "I love you." he says, and walks off, leaving you a hot mess.

Well, this is interesting, you think, smiling in anticipation for what's to come.

Best boy Aran deserves a good scenario too. And I hope it lives up to his expectations. 😬

I got three more scenarios coming up for my three favourite boys – Osamu, Suna, and husband Kita. I'm not sure when I'll update it but it's coming soon. Stay tuned.

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A Groovy Kind of Love - Chapter 5

AN:  This chapter was just not coming until I wrote nearly all of it in one sitting... who knows. As per usual, I hope you enjoy and if you feel inclined to do so please leave a comment! I love reading everyone’s responses so much!

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Aelin huffed in frustration, slamming her laptop shut and tossing it to the other side of her bed.

Her third job rejection in so many days. How could she be simultaneously under and overqualified?

She blew a rogue strand of hair away from her face before rolling sideways, pushing her face into her pillows. She wasn’t desperate yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a job. Plus, the rejections were landing blows to her self-esteem.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door, snapping her out of her grumbling.

She turned to the side, dragging her face out of her pillow. “Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal Fenrys, his golden curls falling across his forehead, his tan skin glowing in the afternoon light.

“Galathynius, I have news for you.”

He pointed a finger at her as he came into her room and took up a spot at the end of her bed. He positioned himself far too comfortably, lounging on her bed as if he owned it, anyone else and she would have kicked them off. She couldn’t help but nudge him slightly with her toe.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

She took a breath, hesitating as she weighed up Fenrys’ assessment of good and bad news and whether or not she would agree but he spoke again before she could say a word.

“Doesn’t matter, you need the good before the bad anyway.”

She shot him an incredulous look but rolled her wrist, a gesture for him to go on.

“Good news;” A smile crept up his chiselled face. “I managed to get you an interview for head of the humanities department at my school.”

She blinked.

Head of the humanities department was a role far above what she had had at her old school and it would give her far more responsibility and say in the education of her students. She would be able to influence what was taught in the school and how the students were assessed. It would also likely come with a considerable pay rise.

She let out a strangled cry and threw her arms around his neck.

“Fenrys,” she gasped. “How?”

“The right person owed me a favour.” He looked up at her with a sly grin.

“That’s incredible,” She breathed, mind was running wild with the possibilities. Once she turned back to him she paused. “What’s the bad news?”

Fenrys pulled a face, the corners of his mouth turning down and pulling into a grimace. He swiped a thumb across his forehead and tucked a strand of his thick hair back from his face before he spoke.

“The bad news is that it’s tomorrow.”

Aelin felt her face fall.

“At nine am.”

Of course his news was too good to be true.

“I can’t prepare in time for tomorrow.” 

Her brain ran into overdrive, brainstorming every possible thing she would need to do before an interview. Every question she could be asked and how she would answer it. What would she wear, what experiences would she draw from her past school, what references she would need.

Fenrys’ hand clamped down on her shoulder, startling her out of her spiralling.

“Of course you can,” His voice was a warm reassurance. “I can help.”

“Really?” She asked, a seed of hope growing in her chest. They had a couple of hours before she’d need to go to bed to be rested enough to perform, they could get through plenty.

“Really,” He said affirmatively, before turning away from her to yell “Lorcan!”

Muffled footsteps from the hallway pre-empted the appearance of her dark-haired roommate in her doorway.

“Yes?” He drawled, clearly already bored of whatever Fenrys had to say. His arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against her doorway, his frame so tall and his shoulders so broad he almost filled the gap.

“We’re going to quiz Galathynius, help her prepare for her interview tomorrow.”

She expected him to dismiss the idea and skulk off, but to Aelin’s surprise the man in the doorway shrugged before pushing his weight up from the frame.

“The kitchen table will work best.” He turned on the spot and was gone a second later.

She looked to Fenrys who only grinned.

-----

She felt ridiculous greeting Lorcan and Fenrys over their dining table and shaking their hands. Lorcan squeezing hers so tightly she had to flex her fingers afterward, hoping to get the feeling back. No need, dick. He smirked at the glare she shot him.

“Ms Galathynius, please take a seat.”

It was a struggle to keep a straight face with the ridiculous accent Fenrys had decided to speak in, she caught the slight flaring of Lorcan’s nostrils which had her holding in a snort.

“Thank you.”

She took the wooden chair he had gestured towards; it was normally Aedion’s chair and she had no idea why he would choose repeatedly to sit on this. The slats of it dug in uncomfortably to her back and her bum was numb in seconds.

To be fair, it did make sense for her cousin, he was uptight about a number of things and would probably argue it was good for his posture and back support.

Opposite her, Fenrys and Lorcan took their own seats.

She couldn’t imagine being a criminal if this was Lorcan’s interviewing technique. The frown his face was fixed in was slightly terrifying. She looked toward Fenrys who played the perfect good cop to Lorcan’s bad, smiling broadly at her in contrast to Lorcan’s heavy frown.

“Why don’t you tell us why you’d like the role.”

She launched into her speech about her motivations for teaching, she loved the students and really cared about the development of every single one. It was her passion, and she had loved history since she was a child, and the best way she could explore it was through teaching it.

“And why do you think you’re up to the task?” Lorcan asked.

Aelin raised an eyebrow, almost sending a taunting reply his way, but this was for her own good. And Lorcan was, surprisingly, helping.

She answered fast before his good will could run out.

They flew through a set of questions, Fenrys encouraging her and adding slight pointers where his knowledge of the school could help her to impress. Lorcan also added his own tips, a number of them surprisingly helpful, she supposed that to get his own role as a police sergeant he would have had to have done well in interviews.

She knew what she had to say in answer to the questions she’d likely face, but the practice was invaluable, especially given the interview was at such short notice and Fenrys’ knowledge of the school. He, unsurprisingly, knew all of the teachers in the department and how she could impress them, and she made a mental catalogue of his descriptions of each of them.

Once the had finished and she was tucked up in her bed, her soft, cotton pyjamas keeping her warm beneath the sheets, her phone lit up with a notification.

Rowan: i probably won’t see you before you go so good luck with tomorrow.

She smiled at her phone, Fenrys had probably texted him to let him know, but either way she appreciated his message. 

It was nice to hear from him; he’d been picking up extra shifts at the bar and she hadn’t seen him for more than half an hour at a time for the past few days. She quickly tapped out her own reply, Thanks with a smiling emoji before turning out her light.

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Rowan had been relieved to find it wasn’t awkward with Aelin after the wedding. He had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to live normally together after being so close to one another, he worried they wouldn’t have been able to slot back into being roommates after getting into each other’s personal space. 

That being said he hadn’t exactly been seeking her out since.

He wasn’t sure if what they had had in the quiet of the kitchen after the wedding had classed as a moment, but he hadn’t missed the way her cheeks had flushed when she noticed him in the kitchen, or the way she’d stiffened after his comment about Aedion.

She had to have seen right through his words, known his meaning behind them.

He needed to be very careful; he owed it to Aelin to respect her space and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in her own home. Not to mention the oath he had sworn to Aedion before she had moved in, the oath they had all sworn, that Aelin was off limits.

Aelin would probably cut them to pieces if she found out, Aedion especially for trying to fight her own battles for her, but Rowan had still sworn the oath and still needed to keep it.  

He couldn’t lie to himself though; it had been nice to hold Aelin the way he had done. 

She was so tiny his hand had spanned almost the entirety of her back when he had cradled her to him as they danced. Her fingers carding through his hair had felt divine, sending sparks of heat down his spine. Rowan also couldn’t deny that he found her to be absolutely stunning.  

He was satisfied that Lyria had believed it. Had believed that he had fallen in love with Aelin, that he was in love with Aelin, but it had hurt both more and less than he had expected to see her.

It had hurt less than he expected to see her in front of him knowing she wasn’t the Lyria he had known anymore. She was still as beautiful as he had thought she was the first time he had seen her, but he hadn’t felt the tug towards her he used to. 

His heart hadn’t pounded the way it used to when he saw her, it hadn’t pounded the way it did when he had held Aelin close.

What had pierced him in a way that he hadn’t expected was seeing Lyria with Rolfe. He wasn’t surprised that she had moved on with her boss, throughout their whole relationship he had always suspected Rolfe’s feelings for Lyria, and truth be told Lyria’s for Rolfe.

He sighed, pushing the door to the loft open. Four heads snapped to him at his entrance.

“Hey,” he stalked into the living space to find all of his roommates crowded around the coffee table. The only thing on it was Aelin’s phone, its corners lined up perfectly with the corners of the table as they all watched it.

Their greetings were brief as they all turned back to the phone.

He knew her interview had been this morning, and he could only imagine why she’d be waiting by the phone, it only slightly surprised him that Aedion, Fenrys and Lorcan were waiting with her. He wondered where Lysandra was.

“Have you heard—”

His question was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Aelin’s phone. She grabbed it, jumping up from her spot on the couch.

She spun to face them all, holding her index finger to her lips before lifting the phone to her ear.

“Hello.” Her voice was apprehensive and small as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

Rowan couldn’t hear what the person on the other end of the line was saying, and he turned a curious eye to Aedion who only held a finger to his own lips.

Aelin nodded along to whatever was being said on the phone call, occasionally humming her agreement. Finally, she put the phone down before turning to the occupants of the loft.

There was a beat of silence before Fenrys spoke. “So?”

“I got it!” She squealed, running to the sofa and sweeping the others up in a hug.

Even Lorcan was smiling, she really did have the occupants of the loft wrapped around her little finger.

Aelin turned toward him, unleashing the full brightness of her grin. It struck him how beautiful she was, her face shining as her eyes scrunched up and she smiled at him.

“Congrats.” 

He pulled her into a hug of his own, trying his best to keep it brief and not to notice the press of her body up against his own but he was pulled back by the aggressive sound of glass against their coffee table.

Fenrys gripped the neck of a bottle of vodka where he had thrown it onto the table.

His smile was wicked. “Let’s get drunk.”

His roommates cheered but his brain only focused on Aelin’s peals of laughter. Bright and easy and relieved.

Aedion appeared with shot glasses and passed them around as Fenrys followed, filling each of them to the brim with the clear liquid.

“To Aelin,” Aedion toasted as he held his glass in the air. “My soon to be rich as fuck cousin.”

“To Aelin!”

Rowan swore as the vodka burned his throat, the heat trailing all the way to his stomach.

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Really, they were lucky it was a weekend. Fenrys kept pouring and Rowan and the others kept knocking them back.

His vision had started to get blurry at the sides around the time Aedion suggested a game of truth or dare. It wasn’t something Rowan had played since college but the alcohol pumping through his veins opened his mind to the idea and killed any of his reservations.

Lysandra had appeared a while earlier, wrapping Aelin in a hug before knocking back a shot of her own. Not one to be left behind. 

Rowan had been impressed by the way she had taken the shot without so much as a wince. He made a living by selling alcohol and even he couldn’t handle his liquor the way Aelin’s best friend did.

Rowan didn’t miss the appreciative glances Aedion was shooting her way, trailing his eyes from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head and back again. Slowly, his eyes burning with intent. Rowan just hoped with brief sobriety that Aelin didn’t catch them too.

“Fenrys,” Aelin drawled. “Truth or dare.”

She had picked her head up from where it was lolling against the back of the couch to send Fenrys a contemplative look.

“Truth.” He answered, refilling his own glass.

She cocked her head to the side, as one hand came up to tap her chin. Without his sober brain to keep him in check Rowan followed the movement, his eyes landing on Aelin’s plump, pink lips.

“Where’s the most exciting place you’ve had sex?”

Rowan rolled his eyes, Fenrys had them all beat in that department. Apart from maybe Aedion.

“I don’t know about most exciting, but I have done it where you’re sat.”

“Gross!” Aelin cried jumping up, Rowan’s head spun at the jerkiness of her movement. It seemed to have affected Aelin too who stumbled until Lysandra offered her an arm of support.

“Drink.” She ordered him.

Aelin walked around the sofa to drop herself down next to Rowan, leaning her elbow against his knee. He was far too drunk for this.

Obligingly Fenrys knocked back his drink before turning to Lysandra.

“Lysandra, darling.” Rowan knew from Fenrys’ tone that he was about to cause a fuss. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Her eyebrows quirked up in a challenge, lips twisting to the side.

“I dare you, to kiss Aedion.”

Rowan’s eyes snapped to Aedion, who was beginning to blush. Even so, a cocky grin graced his lips. 

Rowan knew his friend was attracted to Lysandra, had listened to the many stages of his (mostly joking) plan to seduce her, but he wasn’t sure where Lysandra stood.

He knew Aelin had joked to him about the two of them, but he wasn’t sure how serious she had been. Whether she honestly thought her cousin and friend would be good together or whether she was genuinely repulsed by the idea.

Lysandra rolled her eyes but rose from her spot on the bean bag on the floor next to Lorcan and stalked across to where Aedion was sat, bending slightly until they were at eye level.

She rested an elegant hand against his chest and draped the other around his shoulders. Rowan wasn’t sure Aedion was breathing, wasn’t sure any of the rest of them were either. He hadn’t expected this evening to head in the direction it was going.

Lysandra leant her head in, until there were only centimetres between them, and Aedion’s eyes flickered shut. Aedion’s hand rose to cup her cheek, surprisingly gentle given the amount he had had to drink, as he leant further into her.

Rowan’s eyes flicked around the room and he noted the glee in Fenrys’ eyes at the sight, he knew Fenrys had been dying to pull something like this. Lorcan wore a grin, for all of his posturing about being above it, Rowan knew he was a sucker for even just a nugget of gossip.

He looked to his side, at where Aelin sat, but she wasn’t watching the pair. Instead she had her head leaned back against the sofa, eyes squeezed shut.

The entire room held their breath as Lysandra closed the gap, brushing her lips against the corner of Aedion’s. She paused there, not drawing back, but she didn’t press any further until Aedion’s hand slipped to tangle his fingers into her hair.

“I’m going to be sick.”

Rowan’s head snapped to the side, to where Aelin sat gripping her stomach. The spell was broken and Lysandra pulled back from Aedion, who dropped his hand to wipe awkwardly against his trousers.

“God Galathynius,” Fenrys said, not bothering to hold in his laugh. “You can’t hold your drink.”

She sat forwards, now holding her head in her hands.

“I’m serious,” She mumbled, beginning to stand. Rowan offered his hand for her to lean against.

“Ro,” Fenrys shot him a look. “Help a lady out.”

He stood and wrapped an arm around Aelin’s waist, leading her towards the bathroom.

“No,” She mumbled. “Just bed.”

He altered their course to slip into her bedroom and he pulled back her bedding just in time for her to flop face first into her bed. Rowan threw her sheets on top of her as best as he could before turning back to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water.

The other occupants of the loft looked to him expectantly, but he shrugged them off. 

He realised they were stood up, now wearing jackets, and he paused. To him it seemed like the night was over, now that the guest of honour was tucked away in bed, but apparently not for his roommates.

“We’re heading out to a bar Lysandra knows.” Aedion told him. “You’re welcome to come.”

He shook his head and continued to the kitchen to fetch the water for Aelin before waving his goodnight.

In her bed, Aelin had rolled onto her side, her hair fanned out across her pillow as he deposited the glass of water on her bedside table. 

He lingered for a second in her doorway, taking in the gentle expression on her face. Even in her intoxication she looked peaceful, her face smoothed out of any worries so he clicked the light off and made his way across the hall to his own room.

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Is It Still a Bromance If You’ve Had Sex? Ch. 9

*eyes emoji* Guess who’s back?

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“Thanks, Red,” Keith murmured as his Lion touched down in his bay. He jumped out of his seat and sprinted from the cockpit, throwing himself from the yawning maw of his Lion before its chin touched the ground.

He could feel Red bristle in the back of his mind, pleading for him to be more careful, but he had somewhere he needed to be. They’d had a good training session. It was pleasant and even though they faced less conflict in the universe now that the coalition had been founded and most of the Galra had reformed and joined the alliance, they still ran through training exercises to keep in top form.

And Keith wanted to catch Shiro before he got out of his Lion.

He skidded around the corner, barreling down the hall for the Black Lion hanger. He knew the other Paladins were going straight for the showers before they reconvened to take a video call with the Coalition’s council for a status update on their progress.

Keith threw open the doors of Shiro’s hanger, grinning when he saw Black’s eyes were still lit up even as she settled on the floor of the hanger.

He closed the distance in the blink of an eye, Black letting him inside easily, he raced up to the cockpit, trying to get his breathing and excitement under control.

Shiro was halfway out of his seat by the time he made it to the cockpit, twisting around to see who was coming to meet him.

“Keith?” he asked, lips flicking up into a grin.

Keith’s smile was feral and before Shiro could even ask for an explanation, he was shoved back into his seat, ropes wrapped around his forearms to keep him tied to his chair.

“Uh, Keith?” he asked again, looking bewildered.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, breathless from his sprint to the hanger. “But I thought we could have a bit of fun.”

Shiro pursed his lips together and Keith watched in satisfaction as he swallowed, throat bobbing invitingly. Keith took a step backwards and slid his hands across Black’s controls, muting the communications lines to keep them from automatically opening on their side if someone sent a call to Shiro.

“What-uh…what were you thinking?” Shiro asked, fingers flexing on the armrests before digging into the material.

Keith’s eyelids drooped and he slowly undid the catches on his armor, letting each piece fall to the floor with a metallic thud. Once he was left in his spandex suit, he reached behind his head for the zipper.

Shiro’s eyes roved over the planes of his body and Keith smiled. He turned away from Shiro, giving him a view of his back before he nudged the zipper open, the pull of the metal teeth loud in the silence.

He closed his eyes, peeling the layer of spandex away from his chest and arms until he was free of the top half of his suit. Heat was already starting to curl under his skin. The feeling never ceased to be delicious. Not when Shiro was concerned.

“Keith,” Shiro said, voice breaking on the end of the plea.

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Shiro, slowly pushing the rest of the suit down his legs so he could step out of it and leave himself naked in the cockpit. He slipped two fingers between his lips and turned to face Shiro, slinking over to him before he threw a leg over Shiro’s legs and settled into his lap.

Shiro’s breath came faster and his eyes widened as his gave roved over Keith, staring at where he was naked in his lap. He pulled at the restraints keeping his arms in place, gritting his teeth and grunting when they wouldn’t move.

Keith smirked and pulled his fingers free from his mouth with a slick pop. He shifted forward, bracing his clean hand on Shiro’s shoulder as he reached behind him, rubbing his index finger around his entrance.

He sighed and bit his lip, tilting his head back as he pressed the tip of his finger in.

“Keith,” Shiro whined.

Keith’s eyelids fluttered as he stroked the tip of his finger in and out, gentle with the movements. His cock was starting to fill out and where goosebumps had almost risen to his skin form the slight chill in the air, his body temperature rose enough to keep him comfortable.

“Something wrong, Takashi?” Keith breathed.

Shiro groaned and shifted underneath him. “I want to touch you.”

Keith smiled, working his finger in further. He crooked the tip and gave a sharp twist, gasping and sitting up. His cock hit the cool plane of Shiro’s chest plate, and he shivered.

“You’ll have to be good and wait your turn,” Keith breathed. He pressed the tip of his second finger next to his first, ducking his head as he carefully worked it inside. He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest tightening from the feeling and the slight burn from his hurry. “You want to be good for me. Don’t you, Takashi? You want to be able to fuck me?”

Keith could feel sweat starting to form at his temples and the back of his neck. He was warm and the heat in his belly swirled sweetly, heightening everything he was feeling.

“God, yes. Please, Keith. I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to make you feel good,” Shiro said, the words spilling from his lips in a breathless rush.

Keith opened his eyes and met Shiro’s gaze. His lips were parted as he took shallow breaths. His pupils were already dilating, and Keith watched as he pressed his lips together and swallowed.

Keith pressed both of his fingers fully inside him, his eyebrows drawing down as he came so close to hitting his prostrate. A low whine rattled in the back of his throat at the miss and Shiro groaned. Keith pressed forward and covered Shiro’s lips with his own, swiping his tongue along Shiro’s bottom lip.

Shiro sucked on his tongue like a dying man and like everything he needed to live was inside of Keith, wrapped in the warmth of his body and just waiting to burst forth to give him life. Keith struggled to hang on, Shiro somehow taking control of the kiss despite being tied down. He worked a third finger inside himself, trembling as it reignited the burn that had quickly been disappearing since he’d started spending so much time with Shiro.

He tilted his hips back, meeting the press of his fingers as they massaged his walls.

Keith forced himself to break the kiss, sucking in deep breaths as he met Shiro’s heated and dark gaze before it darted away to drink in his heated skin and the heavy bob of his thick cock. As much as he wanted to tease Shiro, he was getting impatient and wanted what he’d came for.

“Do you have a spare uniform?” Keith asked.

Shiro’s brow furrowed and he fought to pull his gaze away from Keith’s lips. “What?” he asked, meeting his eyes.

“Do you have a spare uniform, Shiro?” Keith asked, putting as much emphasis on the sentence as he could.

Shiro pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I keep a spare in here, but why do you need to know that?”

Keith bit his lip as he pulled his fingers free from himself, clenching at the loss of fullness. He climbed off Shiro’s lap, ignoring his sound of protest and the sharp tug he gave to his bonds to try and break free to draw Keith back in.

Keith swiped his knife from his uniform and walked back over to Shiro who watched him with wide eyes and stammered out some nonsense protest. Keith grasped the front of his spandex suit. He could see the delicious outline of Shiro’s cock under the material and licked his lips, wishing he could taste, but he had something better in mind.

He snagged the edge of his blade underneath the bunched-up fabric and listened with satisfaction as it ripped apart and left a gaping hole in the front of Shiro’s uniform. He tossed his knife to the side and pulled Shiro’s cock free, giving it a generous stroke.

Shiro groaned, his head dropping as his fingers gripped the edges of the armrests. Keith chuckled and brushed his lips across Shiro’s pink cheek.

“You want to fuck me, Takashi?” he murmured, voice low and heavy.

Shiro nodded and Keith grinned, climbing less than gracefully back onto Shiro’s lap. He pressed their chests together and reached behind him to grasp Shiro’s cock in his hand. Shiro looked up at him, gaze pleading.

Keith fumbled with lining up Shiro with his entrance, but once he sank down and the head of Shiro’s cock pressed through his hole, twin groans punched free from their chests.

“Keith, you’re so tight,” Shiro grit out, voice tight. “Baby, you feel so good.”

“I think I should be telling you that,” Keith breathed, eyelashes fluttering. He was stretched and full and feeling so good and Shiro wasn’t fully inside him yet. “You always feel so good, Takashi. I love your cock.”

Keith whined once he sank all the way down, the head of Shiro’s cock brushing across his prostrate. Shiro groaned, his head falling onto Keith’s shoulder as he panted, trying to buck or get some leverage under Keith.

Keith braced his hands on Shiro’s shoulders and carefully raised himself onto his knees, slowly sinking back down onto his cock. He didn’t bother moving any faster, keeping the slow pace as sweat beaded at his temples.

“Keith,” Shiro grunted, pulling harder at his bonds as Keith corkscrewed his hips.

He hummed, fighting to meet Shiro’s gaze when his eyes didn’t want to focus. This was everything he needed. This was the place he wanted to be the most, connected to Shiro and sharing this moment together where no one and nothing could interrupt them.

“I want to touch you,” Shiro started, the words coming in a breathless babble. “Free my arms, Keith, please. I want to touch you and fuck you and-”

Keith pressed a kiss to his lips, clenching around Shiro’s cock to keep any more protests from slipping free. He slipped his tongue between Shiro’s lips and lifted himself almost all the way from Shiro’s cock, letting gravity take control as he slammed back down.

Keith gasped into the kiss, feeling his stomach tighten and push him dangerously close to coming.

“Takashi,” he murmured, lifting his hips once again to slam into Shiro’s lap. He felt Shiro’s thighs tremble underneath his legs.

Shiro whined and tried to press forward, but the bonds kept his arms secure and held him back.

Keith swallowed and broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not when heat had pooled almost painfully in his stomach. As he sat up again, he reached between their bodies, brushing his fingers along the side of his cock.

He gasped at the stimulation after being deprived for so long and felt the spurt of precome that slipped free from his touch.

“I want to taste you. And eat you up until you’re a writhing mess. I want to bring you back to my bed and take you apart until you’re nothing but a whimpering mess. I want to hold onto you and keep you forever. Keith. My Keith. Baby,” Shiro babbled.

Keith bit his lip, brow furrowing as he let himself slide back down. He was close, and Shiro’s words were doing nothing to keep him from tumbling over the edge. He was headed for a freefall, one that would no doubt leave him a splattered and bloody mess at the bottom, but he didn’t care. Shiro was telling him everything he’d ever dreamed about, everything he wanted with him.

“Fuck Keith,” Shiro continued. “You’re so hot. So fucking sexy, I can’t get enough of you. I want to pull you into the nearest room every time I see you. I can’t believe I get to see you like this. Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the universe…”

Keith tightened around Shiro, his stomach coiled tight enough he should’ve been worried about causing some kind of internal damage, but all he could think about was that last push. He was so close, and he wanted to feel Shiro come inside of him. He wanted to make him lose control when he couldn’t do anything but suffer through being tied down.

As Keith slid down to take Shiro’s cock again, Shiro bucked underneath him, finally finding the leverage he’d been seeking. Keith gasped, head thrown back as his breath was forced from his chest.

His orgasm hit him like a train. He clenched down on Shiro’s cock as his own cock splattered come on his stomach and the front of Shiro’s uniform. His muscles twitched, warmth spreading through his veins from his release.

“Keith…” Shiro panted underneath him, squirming now that his movements had halted.

Keith blinked, refocusing his vision. He sucked in a shaky breath and met Shiro’s desperate gaze. He carefully pushed himself up in Shiro’s lap, shuddering at the feeling of Shiro’s hot and heavy cock inside him so soon after his orgasm.

He bit his lip, feeling his own cock give a valiant twitch as it softened. His languid muscles refused to move any faster than a gentle pace, but if Shiro’s grunts and groans and the spreading flush on his cheeks were anything to go by, it was enough.

“You close?” Keith asked, framing Shiro’s face with his hands as he pressed their foreheads together.

Shiro’s nod was small. Keith let go on the next slide, letting gravity slam him into Shiro’s lap. Shiro whimpered and twitched underneath him. Keith repeated the action, satisfied when Shiro finally groaned, his cock pulsing inside of Keith as he came.

Keith worked Shiro through it, reveling in the fullness of Shiro’s cock and his come, some of it forced out from the movements to slide down under his balls, setting off another surprising round of aftershocks.

When Shiro started to pull away from the continued stimulation, Keith carefully climbed off his lap. He groaned when he felt the first streams of come slide down his thighs.

He grabbed his uniform with shaking hands and shoved his legs into the spandex, pulling it on before he left a trail of Shiro’s come.

“Not gonna let me clean you up?” Shiro asked where he’d sagged back in his chair, completely spent after training and the quick sex they’d had.

Keith smirked. “Not this time. I think I might just wear my uniform for the rest of the day, leave myself covered in your come.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to fuck you again later and make even more of a mess of you.”

Keith shivered, heat pooling in his belly at the thought. “Then you better be prepared to come around to my room tonight.”

Shiro grinned and Keith offered a small smile. He got to work untying Shiro’s hands and before he could step back when Shiro was free, Shiro’s arms wrapped around his back and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Keith sighed, his arms wrapping around Shiro’s shoulders to desperately hold on as Shiro’s tongue slipped between his lips and stole his breath away.

Shiro sighed when they parted. “I should get changed. Everyone’s going to be looking for us.”

Keith grinned. “See you later,” he murmured, extricated himself to leave the Lion behind.

The slickness forming inside of his suit was strange and he knew he normally would’ve been grossed out by the feeling, but knowing it was Shiro’s come slicking his skin made it all the better.

It was going to be a challenge to keep himself under control during the meeting that was planned that afternoon, but it would be all worth it. Especially when he could endlessly tease Shiro until he came to his room later that night.

If he riled him up enough, he might be able to get Shiro to hold him down and give him their best fuck yet.

Keith rounded the next corner, practically oblivious to his surroundings thanks to the thoughts swirling around in his mind.

“Keith, can I talk to you for a minute?”

He froze, the smile pulling at his lips falling away as he remembered where he was. He turned and found Pidge leaning up against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

He frowned. “Sure, Pidge, what’s up?”

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hello! May I ask for an ItaSaku fic where Sakura is a model, & Itachi's her assistant? Thanks~ >u

title Model Behaviorsummary The pay is nice but, like…. there’s so much butt glue…pairing itasaku (duh-doy)

“Read me my schedule?”

“You’ve got that jeans shoot at 10 today. An interview with Nylon at 2 plus the cover shoot. And then there’s that meeting with the CEO at 7.”

As she listened, Sakura drew a sweeping line above her lashes. She rubbed at a smudge with her thumb. When she looked up, she saw Itachi’s reflection in the doorway. 

“Is that last meeting for dinner?” she asked. Itachi didn’t respond, so she wrinkled her nose. Sighing, she picked up her jacket. Draping it over her shoulders, she glanced down at her smartwatch. 

“Did you remember to-”

“I scheduled your facial for 11 tomorrow,” Itachi confirmed. He glanced up from his tablet, leaning against the doorframe.

“Don’t forget to pick up my dry cleaning today,” she then said. Itachi pointed. Her dress hung from the doorknob, ensconced in the plastic bag. The ticket from the cleaners was still stapled to the corner.

“I also called a car. It should be here in two minutes,” Itachi added, not looking up from his tablet.

Puckering her lips, she blew him a kiss.

“You’re my hero, Itachi. Pick me up from the shoot!” she sang, already running out the door. Without looking up, Itachi caught the kiss thrown his way. 

“Uh-huh,” he replied, still sorting through her emails.

When a talent scout had stopped Sakura on the street six years ago, she hadn’t given it much thought. Her parents had insisted on going to the agency with her. She didn’t blame them. There were so many shady places and shady people. It turned out that it was a real agency, though. 

A gig for a catalogue had turned into two. And then three. And then friends of those photographers had begun reaching out to her. 

At 25, she was far from a fresh face in the industry. And as of late, she noticed more and more gigs being snatched up by these younger girls. 

The older girls around her urged her to retire gracefully. It wasn’t worth sticking around to see tabloids mocking her one or two developing wrinkles, they said. By her age, Temari had used her money to open up a boutique. Ino was currently working on releasing a line of beauty products. Everyone knew that being paid to be pretty only lasted as long as the beauty did. 

Her phone buzzed from inside her jeweled clutch. 

“You forgot your wallet,” Itachi said as soon as she answered. She peered inside her little bag. 

“Oh.”

“I’ll bring it to the shoot. Bye.”

With a click, he disconnected.

She hardly had time to worry about that. When she arrived at the studio, a horde of make up artists and producers greeted her. They surrounded her before the swarm of paparazzi could engulf her. Smearing her makeup off (what a waste of all her hard work in the morning), they tugged at her hair. Engulfed in hair spray, Sakura kept her expression neutral. They combed her hair back until she was certain that her forehead looked about a thousand times larger. 

The lights flashed every few seconds, preceded by a high-pitched beep. 

“Chin up, Sakura. Good! Tilt your head. Alright, give me sexy eyes. Look to the left.”

Sakura followed the instructions. No matter how ridiculous she felt, she knew better than to disagree. The pictures always ended up looking better than she thought they would.

“Five minute break!” one of the producers announced. 

Sakura waited for one of the make up artists to come powder her face before she tried to move. She held out her hands. One of the many assistants came forward with her green tea and her phone. She sipped carefully through the straw; she would get yelled at for smudging her lipstick. No missed calls from Itachi. She pushed her drink and her phone back into the girl’s hands. 

Sulking, she settled into her chair. 

“You’ll wrinkle even more, Grandma,” Sai said, pushing his thumb to the furrow in her brow. He smirked his way over to the empty chair beside her and sat. 

“I’m literally six months older than you, Sai,” she sighed. Sai scoffed.

“Still haven’t hit a quarter of a century. What does it feel like to be ancient? Does your hip hurt?” he went on. Teeth gritting, Sakura fixed him with a glare.

“Sai,” she warned. 

“You can’t hit my face. I’m up next and I bruise easily,” Sai said, hand on his cheek. Sakura settled for flipping him the bird instead. She turned away from him, leaning against the arm of the chair. It was easier just to pretend that he wasn’t there. 

“Sakura!” one of the staff called. 

And it was back in front of the camera. Lights exploding in a frenzy. Turning, smiling, craning her neck this way and that. As they took a minute break to touch up her makeup for the millionth time, the back doors opened. Itachi slipped in, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. One of the production assistants stopped him and he held up his laminated badge. He pointed at her and the girl turned to follow his finger. 

Their eyes met. Sakura winked. His expression didn’t change.

“Alright. Sakura, tilt your head back. Good. Left hand in your pocket.”

As the camera restarted his rhythm, Sakura didn’t look at Itachi again. And he disappeared into the sea of people watching from the sidelines. 

Only when they wrapped up her segment of the shoot did Itachi emerge from the shadows. He walked over, holding up her pink wallet. 

“You looked a little stiff up there. Are you feeling alright?” he asked. He found her clutch and put her wallet inside without being asked. He then dropped her phone into her waiting hand. 

“That creep Sai is here. He’s been talking smack all morning,” she whispered, yanking her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. Itachi did a casual turn and scanned the room, like he was bored. But then his eyes fell on the tall man striding towards the photographer to check his shots. Itachi looked back at Sakura. 

“He’s been holding a grudge ever since you got that shoot in February for Non-no,” mused Itachi. Sakura hummed, already busy scanning through her missed texts and emails. He reached out to adjust her collar. Ran his fingers through her hair so that her bangs would sit just the way she liked them.

“It’s not like I stole it. They just asked me and the schedule worked out,” Sakura defended herself. She stuffed her phone in her pocket, forgetting that, like most women’s clothes, the shallow pockets of her jacket were less than useful. Itachi held out his hand instead. She let him tuck her phone into her clutch before handing it over to her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

“You’re extra irritable because you’re hungry. Come on. Food’s in the car,” Itachi said. Sakura stared at him.

“Are you trying to decide whether you’re pissed at me for that comment or not?” he asked, digging in his pockets for the car keys.

“Yes.”

“You done deciding yet?” Itachi looked over his shoulder at her, holding up the keys. They jangled together against her Hello Kitty keychain.

“….Did you bring me a matcha latte?” she asked, already hurrying to catch up to him.

“Sakura, why would I ever risk my life by forgetting your matcha?” he responded. Sakura smiled, hooking her arm through his.

“You’re amazing. I appreciate you. I admire you,” she showered on the praise. 

“I know,” was all Itachi said as he held the door open for her.

Dinner with the CEO ended well after midnight. Sakura had gone into the calendar and added several crying emojis during the affair. Itachi didn’t delete them. They felt like a necessary addition.

Itachi half-carried Sakura up to her apartment. 

“That man….talks… so much,” she huffed, leaning against Itachi’s back. He fumbled in the dark for the right key. When he managed to fit the right one in the lock, he heard Sakura groan.

“Are you going to throw up?” he asked, wary. He felt her shake her head. Sighing, he opened up the door to her apartment. She wobbled two steps into the apartment before abandoning her heels.

“Satan’s helpers,” she hissed, kicking them aside.

“Extremely expensive gifts from your boss,” Itachi corrected her as he set them upright. He glanced at her feet.

“Okay you’re bleeding. Satan’s helpers it is,” Itachi conceded. Sakura limped her way into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Itachi appeared to join her a minute later. He patted the countertop. Sakura finished gulping down her water before she hoisted herself up to sit there. Itachi pulled out the folding stool she kept tucked under one of the counters. He opened it with a flick of his wrist and sat on it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, taking her foot into his hand. Sakura poured herself more water.

“About what?” she questioned. Itachi pointedly shook her foot.

“Oh. That? They…almost always hurt,” she stated, shrugging. Itachi glared up at her for a moment.

“The only comfortable shoes I have are the ones I buy. No one else cares how they feel on me. Just if they look good. It’s sort of my job, Itachi,” Sakura went on. She hissed when he touched the scrapes with alcohol. He only held onto her foot tighter.

“If these get infected, it’ll only hurt worse. Hold still,” he scolded her. Sakura downed the rest of her water. More liquid trickled into her glass. She sighed again.

“Sorry. You’re only trying to help. I know. I’m just tired and taking it out on you,” Sakura confessed in a quieter voice. Itachi didn’t say anything as he bandaged the back of her left foot. He tended to a smaller scrape on the side of her foot before he turned his attention to the right one too.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have any shoots tomorrow, So you can sp-” Itachi trailed off when he looked up and found that her glass was now filled with red wine. She gave him the most innocent look.

“What?” 

Sakura looked down at the glass.

“Well if I don’t drink it soon, it’ll go sour. The bottle was already open,” Sakura insisted. 

Itachi stared at her. Sakura fluttered her eyelashes. She flexed her toes, turning her feet this way and that.

“Thanks for this. You’re a peach,” she said, hopping off the counter. She lightly pinched his ear as she walked past. She paused to scoop up her bag and jacket where she had dumped them in the foyer.

“I’m going to bed. You should get home too. It’s late,” she said, already slipping into her room down the hall. 

“Not the first time I’ve been up late making sure you don’t die,” Itachi retorted. After a moment, just Sakura’s head popped out of her bedroom. Her glass of wine followed.

“That’s what I pay you for. And you’ve been very good at it so far,” quipped Sakura in return. Itachi’s expression remained flat.

“If you die, I don’t get paid. It’s a simple survival strategy,” he replied. 

Sakura scrunched her face up.

“You’re no fun, you know that?” 

“If you wanted the fun assistant, you should have bought the upgrade,” he answered. Sakura eyed him for another moment.

“I hate you.” She disappeared behind the door.

“I thought you said I was amazing. You said that you appreciated me and admired me, remember?” he goaded her.

All that answered was the sound of the pillow hitting the door.

“You’re fired,” her muffled voice followed.

“See you in the morning, princess,” Itachi said. He paused, waiting for her response.

“…..Yeah, whatever.”