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acourtofmenandthirst · 1 year ago

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Coming Home

Eris x Reader, taking care of him after battle

Warnings: Illusion to smut for one sentence, war but nondescript

Word Count: 3.1K (not proofread)

The kettle screamed in the kitchen, the hot water begging to be removed from the fire and poured alongside fresh herbs and chamomile. You quickly set your book aside, careful to tuck a corner of your soft blanket between the pages before pulling yourself from the warm corner of the sofa. Bitter cold nipped at your bare feet as you skipped across the uneven floorboards, creaking at each step. You crossed your arms across your chest, the thick brown sweater tucked between your arms and over your neck.

Your boyfriend had a tendency to wear turtlenecks, preferring to trade his formal jackets with stiff collars for the comfortable hand knitted sweaters. He also had a tendency to leave them at your house.

You smiled at the memory, how the male would reluctantly crawl from your bed, grumbling something about the cold weather, before retracing his steps from the previous night, plucking up each article of clothing you’d thrown somewhere across the room. He’d have a multitude of items, usually a soft linen shirt, followed by a more stiff white button down, a vest maybe, a sweater, then the final layer: a tailored coat. He would throw you the sweater - only the softest, thickest material for the High Lord’s son - after he’d seen you curl up in the fleece sheets, wrapping them around yourself as you sleepily gazed over at him. He’d always pair the action with a small smile or a wink, to which you couldn’t stifle your grin. It was a silent battle between the two of you: whether he’d ever leave your home with all of his clothes, but it was one that he would happily lose, especially if he got to spend the morning making you breakfast while you sat on the counter all curled up in his sweater - it was his favorite sight.

You poured the steaming water over the leaves and flowers, silencing the noise that pierced your small home. You’d gotten a few complaints from your neighbors, when you’d left the kettle over the fire just a bit too long this late into the evening. Sometimes you’d just be too enthralled in your book, unable to stop yourself in the middle of the paragraph to head to the kitchen. Other times, you abandoned the kettle, the mere thought of tea long forgotten as the male in your arms kissed all down your neck.

The steam swirled around the rim of the mug as you grabbed the handle and carefully trudged back to the couch. After setting the cup on the small table beside you, you sat back between the plush cushions and curled your legs into you, tucked safely under the thick fabric of the male’s sweater. You threw the blanket over yourself for good measure, picking up your book with the blanket inside, and continued reading.

It was late, but by no means early morning yet, and sleep had evaded you. Despite countless cups of tea and tossing and turning in your bed for hours, you couldn’t manage one minute of shut eye; so, you’d given up completely and ventured to the living room to finish your novel. It was a tale of romance, a forbidden love between a stable boy and the princess - cheesy, no doubt, but it was one that made a smile cross your lips, a glimpse into your own relationship, however the roles reversed. But your heart swelled, as true love always found a way, the feeling almost too similar to how your own relationship had persisted regardless of the many obstacles in your way.

A harsh sigh left your lips as your ears perked up at the sound outside your front door. The clatter of metal, more than likely a candle holder, accompanied by a knock - one that no doubt belonged to your old neighbor, Mrs. Brittel, who had to pay you a visit at the slightest of disturbances. You groaned as you heaved yourself from the sofa, once again placing your book on the soft cushions.

Your eyes flitted to the clock on the fireplace mantle: nearly half past eleven; not too late to be up, but a decent enough excuse to answer the door in such an unbecoming state. You turned the lock, opening the heavy wooden door just a crack before poking your head through. A prickly greeting was already positioned at your lips, but your jaw fell open at the sight you were met with.

The male was tall, looming over you as the door fell open, your hands dropping to your sides. His helmet covered his fiery hair, though tufts of dark red curled around the edges of the metal. Silver adorned his body, a scuffed breastplate and armor lining his arms and legs. Dark leather bound his body underneath, visible at all his joints and tucked into his boots. A heavy-looking silver sword hung at his hip, his hands, tucked away in dark gloves, were shaking.

“Eris,” you breathed, his name the only word your brain could form. He sighed, chapped lips parting at the sound of your voice. His eyes shined, red irises glinting as silver lined his bloodshot eyes. A few cuts and scrapes adorned his flushed cheeks, riddled with marks or dirt and grime.

The male before you usually didn’t knock. He’d simply sneak in, entering your small cabin and sweeping you off your feet all in one quick motion. But he stood before you, dressed in armor, fresh from battle, shell shocked in your doorway.

He breathed your name, nothing but a whisper on his lips, as he stepped forward and held you by the shoulders. Your bodies didn’t touch, nothing close to the hug you’d been expecting to pull you into. He held you at arms length, weapons clinging against the metal along his legs, scanning over your form. What would normally have him in a frenzy, seeing you in his clothes, sweater busy barely covering your curves, not daring to even cover your bare legs - you normally wouldn’t be able to pull him off of you.

But he was ferally in search of any injuries, anything that may have been off about your form. Your hands rose to his wrists and found purchase against the leather that bound his arms into the armor. You felt his skin burning through the layers, that no doubt the heat was leaching into the silver.

You couldn’t even imagine what he’d seen, what he’d returned from.

Whatever it was, the dead bodies, the torture that must have been inflicted upon him and his men… you were just glad he made it home.

“I’m okay, Eris,” you whispered, gaze locked to his. You saw him press his lips together and swallow harshly. “You’re okay,” you continued. He looked okay, at least. No blood, no missing limbs, a few cuts and scratches - hell, you’d patched up many worse wounds inflicted by his own father.

The slightest nod.

“It’s cold, let’s come inside.” You waited for another nod before you stepped backwards, retaining your grip on his arms, slowly pulling him with you. The cold Autumn air had overtaken the whole living room, in which you couldn’t even feel the fire in the small hearth.

He heaved a sigh, dropping your shoulders as he began to recognized the room around him, when he realized where he ended up. It felt like his body was on autopilot - without even thinking he’d winnowed himself to your front door.

Eris’s hands fell to his belt, unfastening the holster his sword was looped into, and let if fall to the ground with a heavy thud. He flinched, then, returning his shaking hands to the metal plates on his chest. Those red eyes burned into yours, begging apology at the disruptive noise. “It’s okay, Eris,” you noted calmly, raising your hands to his armor. You helped him remove the heavy shielding, pulling at the thick leather laces at his sides, unweaving the knots and pulling free the strings.

He was frozen for what felt like hours, watching you work diligently, not flinching at the dirt that clung to your fingers as you pulled at the leather. The only thing he could focus on was his ragged breathing, the burn in his chest at each breath he took. He snapped out of it once you grabbed hold of the chest plate and blew out a breath as you tried to lift it off his frame.

His hands rose up to pull it away from you, the contoured metal much heavier than you could’ve ever guessed. He set it down, leaning it against the trim beside the door behind him. A small gasp fell on his pointed ears when he turned around, to which he shot back up to see you with your hands covering your mouth.

You motioned for him to turn back around, grimacing once you touched the dent on the metal hanging off his back. He shrugged it off, groaning at not only the loss of weight, but at the ache in his back. The whole piece of armor was dented at his spine, from when they’d killed his horse and he’d fallen onto their barrier walls. He thought it a miracle that he could even walk after that, but not after an ache with every step. He wasn’t sure how many bones were broken or how long it would take them to heal, but by the gods he couldn’t wait another moment to see you.

He shook his head, begging you not to ask, and continued on removing the armor, then the leather bindings, then the outer layers of his clothing. Eris was left in just his trousers and linen long sleeved shirt, the once loose material had become matted to his body, brown with grime and sweat. You tried not to stare at the flecks of blood, wounds that had probably already begun healing over, or the tears, where no doubt enemy swords may have scratched or even penetrated through the gaps in his armor.

As the broken male stood before you, eyelids heavy and shoulders slumped, you picked up your hand and raised it up to his prominent cheekbone, running your thumb over the scar adorning his pale skin. He hummed at your touch, nuzzling his cheek into your palm, as if his head was so heavy he could barely hold it up on his own.

He shut his eyes so, in fear he may fall asleep standing in your doorway, you tilted his chin up with your forefinger, and lifted his head up. He opened those bloodshot eyes and blinked a few times. “Can’t let you fall asleep so dirty, my love,” you whispered, running your thumb over his sharp jaw before you dropped your hand, only to grab his instead. “You’ll sleep much better if you’re clean.”

A small smile tugged at his lips at the sweet gesture of the female he loved as he followed you down the hall and into the bathing room.

The tea on the side table had been long forgotten.

You lit up the candles with your own fire power, the scent of maple and pine wafting around the room. Eris stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, waiting for you to guide him to the next step. He craned his neck in all directions, a low crack echoing off the walls. His shoulders ached, too sore to even move his arms, as he tried to roll out his shoulders. “None of that,” you stated over the sound of the copper tub filling with water. “Let me help.”

You grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, stuck against his abdomen, as you pulled it free from his lean muscle and pulled it over his head. He groaned, raising his arms only high enough for you to bunch up the material and slip it over his head. You repeated the action with his trousers, allowing him to step free of them and then into the water.

His skin was covered in bruises, some yellow, some still ripe and purple. His muscles were tense, you could see all the valleys of his toned legs and arms, the contour of each muscle that bound his bones. You touched his arm ever so lightly when it was time for him to step into the tub, adding a handful of soap into the stream of water.

Brown and red speckled along the surface of the water, the grime leaving his body as he nearly dropped himself into the water. He sighed, the water relaxing the ache in his bones. You grabbed the cloth and saturated it in soap, lifting his arm and dragging the soft material across his skin. A few minor cuts and scrapes, nothing that wouldn’t heal by the morning.

His eyes shut and his head fell against the edge of the tub as you worked your way across his body, stopping only to inspect the cuts adorning his skin. “Come on, Eris, wake up,” you murmured, leaning over from your spot at the edge of the tub. You lifted his head into your hands, scooping the water over his sweat-soaked locks. “Lavender or green apple?”

He hummed, opening his eyes only just a crack before responding. “Lavender.” His voice was low, so low that you almost didn’t hear it. The purple marks under his eyes were more prominent in the candle light - the male had been through hell and back, clearly, and needed nothing more than your gentle touch to heal him.

“Then you’ll no doubt fall asleep on me,” you hummed, lathering up the lavender soap in your hands before running your fingers through his hair. Your fingertips scratched at his scalp just the way he liked, running the sudsy soap through his long curls. If he weren’t so tired, he would have grabbed your arms and heaved you over the side of the tub, holding you over his lap while you washed his hair. He’d nip at your breasts as they’d fall right in his face, and maybe he’d tease the head of his cock through your folds as you bounced above him to clean the back of his head.

But he was so fucking tired.

And there was always tomorrow.

“Ok almost done,” you whispered, probably more to yourself than him, as you cleaned the soap from his hair. “You ready to get up? Or are you spending the evening in the tub?”

He smiled for the first time that evening, his lips pressed together with smile lines carved into his cheeks. His eyes had nearly fallen closed again, and although he did feel so comfortable in the warm water, he knew he ought to get up. He’d much rather spend the night in your warm bed wrapped in your arms than the water that was soon to grow cold.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he almost moaned, pressing his large hands to the sides of the tub and pushing himself up. The water moved around him, falling off his body in waves.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, wrapping a towel over his shoulders and beginning to wipe him dry as he stepped from the bathtub. You fetched some clean clothes for him - his stockpile he’d reserved for when he decided he needed to spend weeks at your house, not daining to leave even to winnow home for more clothes.

I’m not leaving you, (Y/N). I’ll just have to spend the week naked with you, he’d say. After that week, spent more in his arms than anywhere else, you’d forced him to fill your armoire with clothes for the next impromptu vacation.

You pushed over the bathroom stool, splaying your hands on his broad back and pushing him towards the chair. You opened up the expensive salve on your counter, swiping some with your fingers and spreading it over his cheeks. You rubbed the salve into his skin - your skin will go dry in the cold, you’d told him.

In truth, he loved being pampered. He was the High Lord’s son for gods’ sake. He’d been used to a lifetime of it; but his male-pride showed when he’d spend the first night at your house, grimacing as you attempted to put the product on his face. Only this once, he’d responded, giving in only when you’d jutted out your bottom lip in protest.

But he secretly loved it, and let you do whatever you wanted to him. Which is why he sat so still on that chair when you started to run your fingers through his hair, using the heat building up in your palms and fingers to heat up his hair, drying it quickly as you sifted through it.

Between the heat and your fingers pulling at his red locks, his head fell backwards and his eyes fell shut once more. You smiled down at the male, with the hard and rigid exterior, the no one can touch me god-like complex, melted and so soft under your touch.

Once his hair was dry enough where you knew he’d have no issues falling asleep in the cold air of your bedroom, you traced your fingers over his cheeks and down his neck, over his collar bones, then down the thick muscles of his arms. Your thumb drew circles over his hard muscles, still tense and no doubt sore.

He hummed, a groan deep in his throat, as he opened his eyes and held your wrists in his hands. “We done here?” He grumbled, knowing you’d like to pamper him much more, more serums and salves - and by the Cauldron he wasn’t one to refuse a good massage.

But you knew he was tired, you bit back the smile and nodded, allowing Eris to finally stand and guide you back to the bedroom. He made sure to get you into bed first, pulling back the covers that were already strewn about from when you’d tried to sleep earlier that evening. You crawled in first, pushing back the layers of covers before so you both could lay out under the blankets.

Eris followed you in, laying on his side, bending his legs so his feet didn’t hang off the edge. You curled up to his side, chest to chest, enveloped in his warmth. His arm fell across your back, holding you close to him, and you tangled your legs with his under the pile of blankets. Eris’s breathing fell steady - you knew he fell asleep the moment his head hit the soft pillow.

No matter how hard you’d try to sleep in, you knew you’d wake before him. He was in dire need of a night of undisturbed sleep, relaxation and healing the forefront of his exhausted body’s priorities at the moment. You knew that even if you tried to sneak out as slowly and quietly as you could, he’d hold you tight in his sleep, not even waking to wrap his arms tighter around you. So you’d lie awake in his arms, tracing the scars on his skin and counting the freckles adorning his cheeks.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#acotar #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris x you

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tetsuslove · 2 years ago

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Warnings: no editing! some soft!ghost headcanons :) little suggestive but mostly just fluff

My ghost isn’t a cold hearted person even to his partner, using the reasons that his father was an abuser so that he also becomes one and showing some red flags

No, not my ghost

My Ghost is loving you so much that he has the reason to fight for life when he is on the mission, so he can stand by your side forever and knows that no other man can get into his position as your partner. This mf would get back to life and he for sure will find a way

Protecting you from any harm in this world and he doesn’t care what he needs to do. You gave him happiness and a loving life, he doesn’t want that the world takes your happiness from you. Not you. Not from love of his life and soulmate

The Ghost that has the softest heart eyes when he sees you. Thinking how you could look so angelic even if you if you cant see it in the mirror. When you see him and greets him with your beautiful smile, he looks at you with so much love, softly putting some hair behind your ear and says with the softest tone “ Hello,my love”. He could wear his mask but you for sure can hear his smile behind it

Who has the cutest dimples when he smiles. He maybe doesn’t show his smile to others ( he is wearing his mask after all) but you are the one who have seen it so many times. Cracking a smile when he told you one of his dad jokes which even made you laugh and especially with the thought how ghost would tell a joke like this one. Or when you make some dumb jokes and actually thought that you will hear groan sound from him but to your suprise, you will hear this man laugh🫶🏻But you for sure wouldn’t mind to see him often like this, he deserves it after all

Is a tease but will not make any insults any insecurities! But he just loves to tease you how small you are and maybe takes your phone away because you didn’t have him any kisses today >:( or putting your fav snacks to the highest shelf because you teased him few minutes ago! He just loves that even your relationship is all about love, trust and caring, it still can be fun and full of laughes

Being a good boyfriend and even husband material. This soldier who killed many people is one of the best gentlemans you will ever know in your life. Opens the door for you and not letting you carry any shopping bags, cooking some meals for both of you, praising you most of the time and it can be anything, bringing you some gifts like flowers or your fav food, softly messages your back if it’s sore, being a man and not fearing or be disgust seeing some period blood on the bedsheets and even cleans it up while you are putting some new clothes, princess treatment 24/7 and not even embarrassed doing infront of his coworkers. All in all, he wants to show you that he is a man, your man and hopefully the future husband that you want :( [ yes, is kinda insecure about it ]

Praises you in any way he can: your voice, your pretty brain with your thoughts and ideas, your new clothes, your beautiful body, your personality, your interests, anything! This man is obsessed with you and wants to let you know what you are doing to him. Making this big strong man into a puddle of love when he just thinks that you are the one who has these many amazing things that makes him go crazy. Not even in sexual way but in a loving and caring way. He wants to learn more about you, so your love life can carry on and will never die of the lack of knowledge form the other one :)

Ufff 1# body worshiper, it is a must for him. That you trust him in any way. He is relived that he is indeed a person who is trust worthy. Again not in a sexual way but it can be anything. Letting him to kiss you, it can be a hot make out or just letting him to kiss you on the mouth. Touching you in a way that no other man are allowed like your sex area or just putting his hand below of you back or hips

Not being an abuser like his dad and learning to separate his trauma from your relationship. It’s not that he can automatically delete his trauma but he for sure knows that his dad actions wouldn’t have any chances to have an effect on him now like you do and your love, at least not anymore . Not all abused person becomes an abuser! He is way smarter than that and is actually emotionally intelligent.

This man will be loyal to you af and will take a bullet into his chest and heart than breaking it and your love and I’m not joking

Someone tries to flirt with him? He will look at them with disgusted face till the person feels uncomfortable. Trying to make a move? This man would litterly move away from that person! Trying to touch him like his arm muscles or even his thighs? Ohh, this person fucked up fr. Even if you aren’t there, he for sure will show everyone that you are the one he wants and only you. He ofc tries not to make a scene, trying to show the other that he is still the lieutenant that everyone respects but he won’t let anything slide when it becomes something like that

That he is still Simon Riley and not Ghost 24/7. Simon Riley is maybe dead for him or like he was dead but you brought him back to life. Your love was the reason showing him that Simon Riley is worth for love and trust. Not the Ghost who needs to has a cold heart and showing no negative emotions to gain respect he needs for his position as a Lieutenant. Simon Riley is the man you are loving, Ghost is the man that the world is knowing him for. You are the one who can see Simon Riley all the time you want. He is the man who will became your husband and he for sure will fight for this title ( no for real, he would ). So you can say that his heart beats fast when you call him �� Simon”, knowing that Simon Riley is still there in this world

🤍: I needed to post something about him:( will post more of him because I’m going feral for this man ahhh

Don’t forget these are my headcanons! Idk but I just can’t imagine him doing some abusing things to his partner

#— su’s writing #angels.eyes #cod fluff #cod x reader #cod x you #cod headcanons #simon riley #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons

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vvmylove · 1 year ago

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may I request a smut with gun? I love your works!!

Aint no way the Gun smut fans have made their way into my inbox. Show yourself anon🔫(jk) Thank you for reading though!

Hello Kitty Pants🩷 (MDNI!)

“Gun~” Y/N says with a chuckle as she holds up a bright pink fabric in her hands. “Try these on,” she giggles, throwing them at her boyfriend. They were mens Hello Kitty pants, made with the softest fabric ever. Y/N knew that as soon as she saw them, she had to get them.

Gun shakes his head. “There is no way I'm wearing those,” he says casually.

After an hour of annoying Gun, he finally complies. Gun, wearing those Hello Kitty pants he was forced into, standing there bewildered and in annoyance. The bright pink contrasted with his usual dark aura. What a sight. He crosses his arms. “Are you done now?” he rolls his eyes. Secretly though, he liked it. He liked feeling the soft material in his hands, grazing his skin.

“Are you sure you dont wanna wear this for me, baby?” Y/N whispers into his ears. Gun’s face slightly turned pink, a familiar feeling growing in his stomach. She knew her plan had worked. She looks down, obviously staring at the tent forming in his pants. She grabs onto the waistband, before grazing her fingers down his side. The Hello Kitty pants were silky against her skin, the texture of the fabric adding onto the sensual feeling.

“If that is how these pants make you feel, I should wear it more often,” Gun smirks.

Y/N did not waste any more time as she strips herself from her clothes, forcing Gun to sit on the bed. She straddles his thighs with her own as she sits on him, grinding against his clothed core, parting her lips to let out a slight moan. Gun places his hands on her waist, stopping her. “Is that all youre gonna do?” Gun leans in to whisper into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. He starts to place sloppy kisses down her jaw onto her neck, before flipping their positions. Gun lays her onto the bed, pressing his body onto hers while he slides off the rest of his clothes.

The next thing you know you were grinding onto his cock, begging him for more. Gun was a tease as he knew that. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans so that he could hear your own moans. Y/N grabs onto his shoulders for support as Gun starts to pound into her. Her own walls started to convulse from how deep he was going. A familiar knot formed in her stomach, and it only took a few more thrusts for her to cum all over him. Gun lifts himself up to nibble on her lower lip as he grabs onto her ass, massaging it. He still wasn't done, keeping up with the same rhythm he had going on beforehand. Y/N started to cry from the overstimulation she was receiving, clawing at his arms. That didn't stop him though. "I thought you could take more," he groans into her ear. He quickens his pace and it only takes a few more thrusts for him to come into her. Y/N's mind was blank and fuzzy at this point, incoherent babbles coming out of her mouth from the overstimulation. He immediately pulls out, rolling over to the side to lay on his back. Gun wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. Y/N burys her head into his chest, closing her eyes.

#i need me a gun with pink pants #i hate him but hes so hot #hes so😩#lookism #lookism thoughts #lookism fanfic #lookism x reader #gun #lookism gun #gun park #gun smut #lookism smut

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monsterrae1 · 2 years ago

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HI MISS RAE!! ❤️ Might I request No.9 fuzzy socks xx

Miss Meegs my beloved 🖤 here’s something as sweet as you, I tried no channel my inner Meegs and write something fluffy and sweet hope you like it!

9. Fuzzy socks

Eddie knew that his boyfriend was a fan of being warm and cozy, and loved any and all soft clothing and blankets. He always wore his softest hoodie to bed, and socks, Eddie complained one time and soon enough regretted it when Buck pressed his freezing toes into Eddie's calves. He yelled and nearly jumped out of the bed. He learned to shut up about that soon enough.

After that it just became almost second nature for Eddie to get Buck soft cozy things while he was out; he often came back from grocery runs with blankets, or cotton t-shirts - too tight ones, just like Buck preferred them. And this time around was the same, Eddie was doing a Target run, they were hosting a Christmas party in the new house they had just moved into, and Buck had made a very detailed list on everything Eddie had to get and where to get it, and then send Eddie out on his way as he finished prepping the food.

Eddie figured he could kill a couple extra hours and went to get a little of his Christmas shopping out of the way too. He had dived into the clothing section to get Chris some socks and shirts - The kid was growing up too fast and leaving clothing behind too soon - when he saw them.

The designs were what caught his eyes, the packs of socks were Christmas themed, one had a reindeer on it, another one was decorated as a Christmas tree, with ornaments and everything, another one was Santa's face, and the last one had small gift boxes all over it. The outside looked more like a very fine knit rather than being printed into the fabric, but what really sold the deal for Eddie was the inside of the socks.

As soon as he picked them up, he knew that they were quality socks, the soft fuzzy material inside of it felt like heaven, Eddie almost went back to get a pack for himself, but he figured he could steal a pair from Buck. Eddie smiled to himself; Buck was going to love them.

By the time he made it back home Buck had everything ready for their party later that everything, all that was missing was some of the decorations Eddie had been sent to buy and the snacks he had been sent to get.

"I'm back!" Eddie yelled walking in, soon being met by Buck walking out of the kitchen.

"Oh, thank God" Buck leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly "Can you finish setting up while I go shower? I'm running late"

Eddie laughed and nodded "Go, go, I got this"

Buck kissed him again and took off running to their bedroom; Eddie quickly finished setting up the food and their backyard with all the chairs and tables they'd need, he made sure all of Buck's hard work didn't go to waste and put it out in the food table in the best way he could, trying to not destroy it on the process - while Eddie was now a better cook, Buck's dishes were always more decorated than his own - and the snack table was filled with everything he had gotten from Target.

Once the backyard was done, he took the bag with his gift to Buck and walked to their room, putting it away just as he heard the shower shutting off, changing into his outfit for the night and kissing Buck soft and slow as soon as he walked into the room.

"Eddie" Buck groaned against his lips "You can't start anything right now; we don't have time"

Eddie laughed, kissing him again, and squeezing his ass through his towel "Later then"

Buck groaned as Eddie walked away from him "I hate you"

Eddie's laughter only got lauder as he walked down the aisle and towards the kitchen, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

Their first guess arrived just as Buck walked into the living room.

They welcomed everyone with hugs, guiding them to the backyard. Bobby inspected Buck’s spread of food, and nodded approvingly, Hen and Karen took advantage of the fact that they had car pooled with Athena and Bobby and got themselves a glass of wine, Chimney grabbed a beer and Maddie claimed she had been assigned as driver. Buck raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything after Maddie shot him a threating look.

It was a nice evening, the kids played around the yard until they got bored and then left for Chris’ room and his video game console, while Buck busied himself playing with his niece, running around the back yard after her.

“Have you guys thought about more kids?” Maddie asked Eddie, who had been watching Buck with a smile on his face, he blushed and shrugged.

“We mentioned it before we moved, we wanted to make sure we got the right house, for any future plans” Eddie didn’t mention the ring sitting under the tree, and the watch that matched it, waiting for Christmas morning to propose in the sappiest way, Chris had roasted him for it when he told him the plans, but he had approved.

“Oh, so that’s why this house has two guest rooms?” Maddie teased him, and Eddie shrugged again.

“That’s still way in the future, I think we’re okay, just the three of us”

Maddie smiled, tears gathering on her eyes “You make him happy, thank you”

“It’s my pleasure, really”

Maddie groaned and punched him in the shoulder playfully.

Everyone left close to midnight, most of the kids already falling asleep, and their parents either bussed with alcohol or happiness; they left the backyard to clean up in the morning, only taking inside all left-over food, and then climbing into bed.

Eddie didn’t remember the fuzzy socks he got Buck until a couple of ice-cold feet made their way in between his legs.

“Jesus Buck, where are your socks?” Eddie squealed, making Buck groan.

“Too tired to grab clean ones” Buck mumbled against Eddie’s back “Can you be a good boyfriend and heat them up for me?”

Eddie laughed, moving to sit at the edge of the bed – causing Buck to groan behind him at the loss of warmth – and turned on his bedside lamp, opening his drawer to grab the Target bag he had left there earlier.

“What’s that?” Buck asked, suddenly awake, rubbing his eyes and peaking over Eddie’s shoulder into the bag.

“I saw them earlier and figured you’d like them” Eddie said turning around and throwing the package of socks to Buck.

His boyfriend opened the pack and started to run his fingers over the fabric, humming approvingly as he turned one inside out and ran his hand through the fur inside it.

“These are nice” He whispered “You thought of me when you saw them?”

Eddie blushed “I always think of you, and your deadly frozen feet”

Buck smiled, leaving the package on his side and throwing himself to Eddie, making the other man laugh as he let himself fall back to the mattress, securing his arms around his boyfriend to keep him in place above him.

“I love you” Buck said and kissed him “And you love me, you got me fuzzy socks”

Eddie smiled up to Buck, the smile that the entire team always teased him about, heart eyes, they called it “I got you fuzzy socks” Eddie kissed him “And I love you”

Buck kissed him one last time, they really were too tired for anything more than a couple of kisses, and they had an early morning next day; Buck was still smiling when he grabbed his favorite pair – the ones that had a Christmas tree – and put them on before retuning to his spot as the big spoon.

Eddie relaxed into the body behind him, not jumping away when a couple of socked feet tangled with his own, and counted down the days until Christmas so he could stop calling Buck his boyfriend and start calling him his fiancé.

#answered #Meegs 🧁🍫#buddie #buddie ficlet #december prompts

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ccaptain · 11 months ago

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@daybreakrising: The box is waiting for him when he wakes up, sat on the end of the bed adorned with an almost comically large bow made of cobalt ribbon. Wriothesley is nowhere to be seen, but there are sounds of tea being made and breakfast being cooked coming from the direction of the kitchen.

There's a note atop the box, written in the Duke's surprisingly elegant handwriting (he's gone to extra effort to make it nice), that instructs Kaeya to open it.

Inside the box, nestled in a bed of blue silk fabric, is a very familiar coat - only, not quite. In place of rich red lining, red accents, there is deep blue; in place of thick black fur there is a blend of cream and white. The clasp at one shoulder is not a wolf's head but a peacock, the chains that dangle from it acting like the feathers of its tail. It is perfectly tailored to Kaeya's build, of course.

There's a second note that sits atop the fabric that protects it, this one signed by the Duke himself.

'Mon coeur, just a little something to keep you warm when my arms cannot reach you. And if it smells familiar, well, I slept beside it for a week. I know you'll find comfort in that. Wear this and remember that I love you, always. Your wolf x'

kaeya awakens to the lovely scent of sizzling bacon filling the house.

it rips a pleased, dreamy sigh out of him as he slowly crawls out of the fumes of sleep- task made difficult by the warmth of the soft blankets, and the scent of wriothesley clinging to the pillow. it'd be a pleasing morning to spend in bed, weren't the smells coming from the kitchen delicious and tempting. purely following his nose and the vision of his boyfriend, the soft sheets are regrettabily pulled off him as he sits up, cross-legged, scrambling for a shirt-

and that's when he sees the box.

how did he missed it, even when laying down? the cobalt bow tying it together is humongous, prompting him to giggle as he pushes himself forward to paw and grab at it. once it's safely between his legs, an hand roams under his pillow to extract a dagger from under it, doing his best to not ruin the bow as he cuts the sides of it.

the note catches his attention, making him take his time reading it with a soft smile on his face. the mental image of wrio sleeping next to whatever is in the box makes him snicker so soft, so gentle, tender at the mental image; if he says wear, for sure it'll be a piece of clothing- perhaps a scarf, perhaps a shirt...? he needs to see. excitement gets the best of him when there's an heart pounding in flushed ears, opening a longed-for present-

his heart almost stops cold in his chest.

in a triumph of dark cobalt, soft, creamy fur and blue linings have him do a double take, suck in a breath as he lifts the cloth off the fabric-

it's a coat.

not just a simple coat- there are many times where kaeya took the much larger one off his man to drape it over his shoulders instead- many times he drew it over bare skin, over his shirt, over his own cape, simply to enjoy the body warmth clinging to his shoulders and the pleasing scent of his boyfriend staying on him for a while.

there's so much of wriothesley in this present- and there's so much of kaeya himself into it too, from the different clasp to the little peacock tail dangling from it. his hands are almost fearful to turn it over, in case the entire thing breaks in pieces- or disappears in the fumes of the dream he's sure he must be having. fingertips glide over the edge of a sleeve...

gently, almost reverently, the luckiest man in the world scoops the coat in his arms, and lowers his face into the cream-white fur, allowing himself the little pleasure of cuddling his cheek against it. the dark fabric is so soft- it's the softest material in the world, silk-like in his arms.

it smells like wrio, comforting and a reminder of his presence. it smells like home, like the pleasing mornings with them tangled together in the sheets, of the warmth of their bodies cuddling together.

kaeya doesn't realize he's crying until he tries to take in a breath, and instead comes the fantest of sobs.

it's such a thoughtful gift- it's a gift that will make them match, that will tell everyone the tale of how the duke has claimed him as his partner, providing a shield over his back. there won't be a soul that know them both and won't connect the dots, won't see the care put into the fine clothing that sends a message-

wriothesley has gifted him the world, something to wear when he's amiss that'll hold him almost like the real man. and the longer he sobs into the fur lining, the more it feels to him like a worthy tribute: happy tears for an happy present, for the best present in the world.

( he thinks that all the pain he has been feeling has been worth it- as things slowly adjust in his life, he's allowed this moment of happiness. he's allowed this moment of happiness and many more- many good mornings while he'll slip the coat on, and enjoy the sensation of soft fabric holding him. )

and if a crying kaeya bolts out of bed, coat still against his chest, and crashes into the back of a cooking wriothesley, babbling an endless stream of thank-yous, well...

he's sure his boyfriend will understand and forgive him for the interruption.

#daybreakrising #NO BUT HOW THIS GENUINELY BROKE KAEYA-#cried while writing. he's in pieces and for the first time in forever it's HAPPY PIECES #PUNCHES THE WALL AND SCREAMS AND CRIES

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yuujispinkhair · 3 years ago

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Ok but that last pic that @victoriacapo made of yuuji has me thinking of all the different hoodies he probably owns and how comfy they are and how many i want to borrow/steal.

Aww that's right! That picture is so beautiful! I can't stop looking at it!

Yuuji used to have no money, so he could only afford a pretty small wardrobe in the past. Just enough so he could always wear something clean while the rest of his clothes were in the laundry.

But since he gets his monthly income from being a Jujutsu sorcerer, he can buy more things. And he has a friend like Nobara who loves going on shopping sprees, so Yuuji tags along, and when he sees something he would like, he can finally, for the first time in his life, just buy it, even though he doesn't really need it.

That's how his hoodie collection grows steadily. They are all in bright colors. Yellow, red, pink, green, orange... sometimes the color looks awful in combination with his pastel pink hair, but you don't have the heart to tell him because Yuuji smiles so sweetly at you and is so happy about the newest addition to his wardrobe.

But there's an easy solution to this... you just steal those sweaters from Yuuji. It's such an amazing feeling to wear them! Yuuji's hoodies are large because of his broad figure, and somehow he always picks the ones with the softest material.

And they smell so good! You can't help but sniff them, pulling the collar over your nose and inhaling your boyfriend's typical scent, which makes the butterflies dance in your stomach. Laundry detergent and a mix of his deodorant and the perfume he sometimes uses, and traces of his hair wax and hairspray from pulling the hoodie over his head. And there's this faint special Yuuji scent that's underlying everything. Maybe it's his sweat or his beautiful aura manifesting into a unique fragrance. You don't really know what it is, but it's intoxicating. Somehow Yuuji's clothes always smell like sunshine or summer nights to you. And like love and comfort and home.

You love wearing Yuuji's hoodies because they make you feel even closer to your boyfriend. And they are so comfy! It's so soothing to be wrapped in Yuuji's scent and the warmth of the soft fabric.

And wanna know something else? You aren't the only one who loves it when you wear Yuuji's clothes. There's a pair of honey eyes watching you happily when you walk into the room in one of your boyfriend's hoodies. It makes Yuuji's heart do somersaults anytime he sees you in his clothes. Sharing his hoodies with the person he loves feels so intimate to him, and he loves knowing that it makes you happy too!

All characters are of age

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shingia · 4 years ago

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i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

taglist : @toworuu @catwithangerissues @miyumiya @livy384 @k0u-minamo2 @fullsundear @hsjvwq @kelsuuki @hiraeth-z @velvetvirgos @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner @47meow @japanesevenom @geektastic84 @noir-blanches-blog @idontlikeyourjob @seiri-ami @atiny-grl-with-luv @admiringlove @nachotrash @kellesvt @aintyourholy @Moonlaeli @catchmewiddershins @duhsies @devilgirlcrybabiey @crystal-lilac @ijustwantfreenetflix @mimaki @maitenight

#reblogs are very cool 👉🏼👈🏼#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #kita shinsuke x reader #kita headcanons #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo headcanons #suna rintarou x reader #suna headcanons #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa headcanons #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol #tw: alcohol

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shoutogepi · 4 years ago

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Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 9.2k

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

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

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

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

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

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— - — - — - — - —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he never was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

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

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

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

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

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

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

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is… a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine.

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :)

as always, thanks for reading! 💗

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thegracelessfaceless · 3 years ago

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໓໐น๖lē ē໓ງē໓ (Jeff the Killer x AFAB Reader (Kinktober 2021))

AN: HAPPY KINKTOBER!!!! Alright under 18's, you know the drill. This is a Kinktober post and potentially triggering material. If you're over 18, please read the tw list before proceeding. A reminder that AFAB is easiest for me to write, but if you request something different, I'll try my very best ❤

Triggers: knife play, blood play, scratches, bites, blood drinking, unsanitary

When you closed yourself into you and your boyfriend Jeff's apartment, you noticed a medium sized box sitting on the kitchen counter that separated eating space from living space. It was obvious Jeff had wrapped it, its bright red paper crinkled at one end and covered in tape like he'd either had trouble all the while, or more likely, lost patience with it. He'd clearly spent time and effort on it regardless and you smiled to yourself as you picked it up. Jeff had scrawled 'Happy Anniversary, kitten' in a corner that was smooth. Considering the wrapping job, you just ripped the paper of and set the box down to open it. It was too heavy to be just clothes, Jeff's go to gift. You lifted the top and found what you had honestly expected.

Black lacy lingerie that left very little to the imagination sat in the box, complete with garter belt and French seamed stockings, also in black. But there was something else in the box, something that had to give the box weight. You lifted the carefully folded lingerie and found it. Three slender throwing knives lay there, placed side by side, their edges gleaming razor sharp in the overhead light.

Apparently Jeff had big plans for tonight and your body tightened down low just thinking about it. You noticed Jeff had written a note on the underside of the lid.

'Put this on, I'll be home soon. ❤'

There was no way of knowing when 'soon' was, so you hurried to the bathroom and showered, using sugar scrub so your skin would be at its softest, and Jeff's shampoo and conditioner. After you had finished drying off, you dried your hair and then took the time to apply your makeup just the way Jeff liked it. You made sure to apply the lipstick he liked, knowing he enjoyed how the darker tinted lipstick tasted.

You carefully put on the lingerie, figuring out the straps as you went, then spent at least five minutes making sure the seams were straight on your stockings. You exited the bathroom to find the apartment still empty. So you padded into the bedroom, carrying the throwing knives. You got Jeff's preaent from its hiding place, a new pair of karambit knives. You'd wrapped the handles in silk cord, red and black shot through with a cord of royal purple, and sat it on the bedside dresser.

You grabbed one of Jeff's hoodies, one that still smelled of him, lemon zest and the eucalyptus of his scar cream. You put it on after securing the throwing knives in the thin double strap of your undies, fluffing the white, bloodstained but clean white hoodie around your body.

The next ten minutes were spent trying to arrange yourself in the most appealing pose possible and then scrolling on your phone. Jeff opened the bedroom door just in time to find you bent over to retrieve your phone after it bounced under the bed to get it.

"Well well" Jeff said behind you and you turned to see him leaned against the door frame, grinning a chesire grin, the proverbial cat that drank the cream, "That is such a welcome sight to come home to. And in my hoodie? You're asking for it, Reader."

Jeff crossed the room, shrugging out of his leather duster, then his hoodie, and finally his pants as he palmed the back of your head and kissed you hotly, knowing you'd purposefully pushed every one of his buttons. He grabbed the bottom of your hoodie and broke the kiss long enough to pull it over your head so you beared as much skin as him. Your fingers explored the multitude of ridges from the scars that ran in rivulets down his chest, and you set your nails slightly into the more sensitive skin. Jeff bit your lip in response and pulled you closer so you could feel his excitement pressed into your stomach.

You pulled away to kiss down Jeff's neck as he slid a hand into your undies, tracing scars with your tongue when you found the thickest scars where the alcohol used to burn him had pooled in his collarbones before he'd been set ablaze. They would have been much worse had Jeff not luckily put himself out by stumbling into a puddle. You lightly bit at the scars there and felt Jeff's head fall back.

"Fuck, Reader" he groaned before pulling your face so you could look into his ice blue eyes for a second and then he withdrew his hand and gently pushed you back onto the bed.

Jeff collapsed on top of you and thrust his hips into yours with bruising force. You shrieked under him, sensitive from his touches, and clawed at his back. His skin gave under your nails. He moaned and writhed on top of you. Writhing with his body still thrust against yours caused your nails to dig deeper, and you set your teeth into his shoulder, screaming into his skin. Making a gag of his flesh between your teeth, applying just enough pressure to not break skin. Even though you'd been together for years, you'd never marked Jeff past scratches on his back and upper arms.

Jeff's body liked pain. It was as if, as long as you hurt him he wasn't done. The more that your nails and teeth dug into him, the more his hips pumped into your still clothed core. It was like you were caught in an endless loop of pain and pleasure, and the line from one to the other blurred.

His breathing changed, and when his body threw itself backward, focus shifting, you still had your teeth in his shoulder. He tore himself out of your mouth. You released him in time to not take a bite out of him or lose a tooth, but not in time to keep from drawing blood. You were suddenly drowning in the taste of his blood. Sweet and salty and metallic, and underneath that, something else, something more. Jeff noticed and stopped, mid thrust, his ice blue eyes zeroing in on the blood that stained your lips.

"It's your blood," you whispered, and your heart was already beating faster.

"But it's in your mouth," Jeff growled, just above your lips. His mouth was suddenly on yours, his tongue pushing between your lips. He kissed you, hard and long and deep, pushing his tongue so far into your mouth that it was almost like deep-throating. But his tongue was neither as long or wide as he was, pressed tightly against you. But this kiss had teeth that almost cut at your lips, a bruising force, that no amount of oral sex could equal. His tongue licked along the roof of your mouth, the inside of your cheeks. He was licking the taste of his own blood from your mouth.

He drew back, and the smile on his scarred face was fierce and joyous, a savage beauty, as if the thoughts behind his face weren't very human anymore. "You taste good," he breathed, and his voice was painfully low.

Jeff pulled a throwing knife from your hip and slowly dragged it up your torso starting at your bellybutton. He applied pressure, not a lot, but enough to make your breath come quick. When he got to your bra, he easily cut through the lace and stripped you of it and the remaining two knives, shoving them to the side, before grabbing your panties in the front and ripped them from your body with a harsh jerk that raised your hips from the bed. Sigh, this always happened and you were glad you hadn't gotten attached to them. He let out a growl when he saw you'd remembered to put your garter belt under your undies so you wouldn't have to take it off. Always helps to think ahead.

Jeff leaned down over you and kissed you roughly, full of teeth and tongue. His right hand caressed your throat and you felt him drag the knife down your side as he trailed kisses and bites across your jaw and down the side of your neck. He circled one of your nipples with the blade, its sharp point digging in but not cutting. Jeff was a master with blades and had worked hard to get to a point that you could trust him completely with them. He may be a killer, but he'd never hurt you.

Jeff trailed the knife back down, over your ribs and his right hand followed, returning his hand to your core, rubbing you with his thumb while he curled two fingers inside of you. You watched as he ran the knife down your stomach to press in just above your pubic bone.

You came watching the pinpoint of that blade begin to crease your skin, almost, almost cutting, almost, almost piercing, almost, almost killing. At the last moment, he threw it to the side and held you hard and fast against his body as the throwing knife stuck into the floor like an exclamation point. He was rock hard and the suddenness of his embrace caused him to push inside you as his fingers slid up a little to continue rubbing in tight, fast circles as you adjusted to his girth.

He let out a shakey chuckle "You feel so good for me, kitten. You always do. Like you were made for me." He started pulling his hips away and he sent you a devilish smile before ramming back into you, drawing a scream from your lips as you saw stars, still sensitive from just a few minutes ago.

Jeff established a brutal, pounding rhythm, lowering his upper body to yours. You felt his blood, which had been seeping from his bite wound, smearing across your upper chest and neck as he kissed you tenderly. His hips slowed into a sort of rolling motion, brushing against that magical spot inside you, the building pressure intensifying as you made soft whimpers, so close to the edge. Between one breath and the next, the pressure burst and Jeff let out a hoarse yell as your body tightened around him.

Jeff gathered your writhing body into his arms, trying to gain some control and you wrapped your legs around him. His breathing was fast, his eyes wide as he looked down at you and your blood covered chest. He ducked his head to lick some of it away as he closed his eyes in concentration. You met each of Jeff's thrusts with one of your own. Some change in angle caused that internal pressure low in your body to suddenly intensify as Jeff's thrusts became sloppy and wanton.

"Jeff" you cried out "When I go, you go. Please." Jeff's hands moved to your hips and his grip on them tightened with each thrust, a quiet hiss coming from his lips. You would wear his bruises tomorrow, and didn't mind at all, not when you had bitten Jeff hard enough to draw blood. His back was bleeding too from your scratches and it just didn't seem right to complain about bruises when you'd made open wounds, much to Jeff's delight. Tomorrow morning, Jeff would lovingly kiss those bruises and puff up with pride that he'd marked you once again and you'd finally marked him.

Jeff straightened, lifting you easily from the bed as he rammed into you one last time. He brought you and you both yelled with your shared release. You felt Jeff pulse inside you as you clenched around him and you held onto him tightly as you both rode out your pleasure.

Jeff gently laid you back down on the bed, arms shaking slightly and withdrew from you, causing your body to clench one more time. He rolled to lay on the bed next to you as you both relearned how to breathe.

When you felt steady enough, you sat up and looked down at Jeff. His shoulder was still bleeding a good amount. "We need to clean that and bandage it."

Jeff looked down at his shoulder and chuckled, his voice taking on the quality that all men who have been satisfied do "What this?" He shrugged his shoulder up, looking down at it proudly "It's perfect. A love bite from my kitten." He propped himself up on one elbow and then said "It's the best anniversary gift you could've given me."

"Oh? So that means I can keep the actual gift I got you?"

"Let's not be hasty" Jeff laughed "I've had my eye on those knives for a while you know?"

"I know" you smiled.

"As soon as I can get up, I'm going to check them out and get some water." His smile turned mischievous and he leaned down to kiss you lazily. When he pulled away, he tacked on "And then we're having round two."

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honeytae · 4 years ago

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God, I love you, but what are you doing to my towels?

hi bubs! honestly i don’t really know what this is..i literally just got into my softest joonie feels for this one (i am in pain). i hope you all enjoy this fluffy little lovefest between joon and the reader :( tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff word count: 2.0k

You did not want to get up.

The comforting rise and fall of the chest pressing against your back made it impossible to, your boyfriend’s arms securing you in a spooning position as you lay wide awake in the sleeping man’s grip.

Namjoon had gotten home from work nearly an hour ago now, sleepily crawling into bed where you’d been occupied reading a book while waiting for his arrival. Mumbling a question about the plot as he lightly kissed your shoulder, he had laid down behind you, seemingly to get a look at the words written on the pages.

In the middle of your answer, you’d been interrupted with the sound of his adorable snores, stopping yourself with a smirk as you craned your neck to look back at him without moving your body to avoid startling him in his sleep.

You had let him hold you for a while, but your mind was now reeling with things you needed to be doing, chores that you wouldn’t have time for tomorrow or the next day.

As much as you adored spending time in your own personal human heater’s arms, you really had to get up and get things done.

Placing your hand over his to gently intertwine your fingers, you slowly guided his hand away from its resting place on your stomach, lifting his arm just slightly into the air to scoot out of his trap.

Hearing a muffled noise come from the man’s lips, you paused your actions, eyes scanning his face for signs of him stirring before continuing when you concluded he was very much still in his own little dreamland, mouth gaped open slightly as he rested his cheek on his open palm.

Silently tip-toeing out of the room, you set out for the kitchen, tucking your fingers underneath the hair tie wrapped around your wrist to gather your loose strands back and out of the way.

Deciding to get to work on the dirty plates stacked in the sink, you rolled the sleeves of your sweatshirt up your arms, grabbing one of the bowls from breakfast to properly rinse it under the hot water from the faucet.

Setting the bowl down in the sink once it was thoroughly cleaned out, you breathed out a deep sigh, appreciative of the silence in your building that made naps a guarantee at any time of the day. After pulling another all-nighter in the studio, Namjoon desperately needed one.

It was on the third dish that the silence was interrupted; but not by neighbors.

“Babe?”

You looked up from the porcelain at the sound of Namjoon’s voice calling for you, lowering the water pressure of the tap so you could properly respond to him.

“Kitchen!” You answered his unasked question, chuckling when you heard his footsteps immediately close in on the kitchen in response.

Approaching you from behind, he wrapped a limb around your torso, setting his chin on your shoulder as you turned your neck to smile at him.

“Hey, cutie.” He grinned, locking both arms around your waist to hug you tight to his chest, picking his head up to pucker his lips against the side of your head, making you giggle at his exaggerated “muah” punctuating the action.

“Hi, Joonie.” You greeted, turning your head to the side to press your lips to his.

“Why are you out of bed?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at the man as your hands blindly placed the dish you’d been rinsing back down in the basin in front of you.

He smiled in response as he leaned his forehead onto yours, his dark eyes shining back at you as he lightly swayed the two of you back and forth.

“Missed you.” Namjoon replied, puffy eyes blinking at you as he watched you turn your focus back to the plate in your hand, a small smile playing on your lips at his excuse.

“Sorry, baby. Just wanted to get these done, you know how I am.” You shrugged, Namjoon’s chuckle against your ear vibrating the cartilage with his proximity.

You smiled at the feeling, the familiarity of your boyfriend always being extra clingy whenever he was sleepy. You loved it.

“I do. It’s okay, though, I should be up helping anyway.” He said, to which you immediately shook your head to negate his statement.

“You should be sleeping, Joonie.” You lightly scolded him for being up, the man sighing at your stubbornness before pressing his lips to the back of your head, unwrapping his arms from you and stepping away from your body.

Thinking that he was headed back to bed with the sudden withdrawal, you slid the rinsed plate into the designated pile for ones that needed to go into the dishwashing machine below the counter, readily going back to work.

Feeling Namjoon’s presence next to you, you turned to look over at him, spotting the mini towel in his hand as he reached over to grab a plate from the drying rack of the dishwasher.

“Hey, hey, hey. No.” You grabbed the dishtowel from his hands, the man shooting you a confused look as you threw the towel over your shoulder.

“I just want you to go lay down, okay? I got this, baby.” You insisted, the man opening his mouth to protest before you cut him off again.

“You can’t tell me you’re not tired, Joon. You were in the studio all night.” You looked at his dark eye bags with concern, the man brushing your words off with a soft smile.

“I’m a little tired. But-”

He laughed when you cut him off with a scoff, hands settling on his shoulders to turn his body out of the kitchen.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take a nap. But not because you told me to.” He pointed at you, you waving him off with a smile as you turned back to your dishes.

The fact that your boyfriend was finally complying to sleep made you speed up your chores, putting the dishes away and loading up the second group of dishes in record time to rejoin the man in your bed.

After filling a glass of water for your snoozing boyfriend, you made your way back to your bedroom in hopes to finally cuddle in peace now that you’d done something productive, excitement filling your body at the thought of his warm body heat, incomparable to the blankets you were forced to use when he was gone.

The bedroom was dark, shades drawn, so you slowly stalked into the room to make no noise. Walking in a bit farther though, you noticed that your bed had no body-sized lump in it like you were expecting.

Running your hand over the empty sheets to confirm your suspicion, you exhaled a groan, setting the glass of water down on the night-side table and turning to search for the stubborn man with a mumbled profanity.

“Hey Joon?” You called out into the hallway, huffing when you got no response.

Pushing the creaky bathroom door open with your palm, you discovered no sign of his presence, frowning as you turned to march down the hall to the living room.

Entering the room, your eyes quickly fell to the man sitting on the floor, a basket full of clothes placed next to him on the ground as he squinted in concentration, fully focused on folding the washcloths into perfect squares.

The vision would’ve been laughable if you weren’t so annoyed, utterly frustrated at the man’s stubborn attitude but endeared at his good-natured heart.

“What are you doing?”

Namjoon’s guilty wide-eyed expression nearly made you lose composure as his head snapped up at the sound of your voice, a small smile threatening to make an appearance on his lips as you crossed your arms over your chest sternly.

“Laundry?” He answered in a question, resuming his folding as he laid a towel out between the spread V of his legs.

You stifled another laugh at the picture in front of you, Namjoon hunched over the towel as he folded it into thirds. His long legs stretched out in front of him for what seemed like miles, arms outstretched to hold up the material he’d been folding corner to corner.

Eyes meeting yours once again, he raised his eyebrows innocently, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as you walked into the room and sat beside him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” You sighed, grabbing one of his t-shirts to fold before placing it on his growing pile on the ground.

“I love you.” He leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, you rolling your eyes at him as you reached for the towel in his hands.

“Yeah, yeah.” You replied, looking around the floor in search of a pile for the towels Namjoon had apparently been occupied folding.

Your jaw nearly dropped at the way they were stacked atop each other, each one atrociously rolled in a way that had your type A skin crawling immediately. He had to be fucking kidding.

“Did you do that to mess with me?” You looked up at him, the man’s eyes widening in confusion as you gestured to the towels.

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking back at you from the pile with an adorable puzzled look on his face.

You really couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your own, sitting up on your knees to shuffle over to the pile to tidy it to your liking.

“This, Joonie. This is what I mean.” You tucked your finger into the towel at the bottom of the stack to tug the pile closer to you, the man watching as you picked up the top one, now wrinkled from Namjoon’s initial folding of it.

“God, I love you, but what are you doing to my towels?” You half whined, Namjoon chuckling as he watched you smooth the fabric out onto your thighs and refold it, placing it onto the ground beside you before grabbing the next one.

You peeked at Namjoon out of the corner of your eye as he moved his body closer to yours, his arms draping around your waist distracting you only slightly as you concentrated on finishing up your re-folding.

Leaning his face into the side of your head, Namjoon began pressing gentle pecks to your hair, slowly bringing his lips forward to sprinkle kisses on your cheek.

Turning your face to push your lips to his, Namjoon hummed into your mouth at the unexpected action, parting his lips when your tongue made contact with his bottom lip.

You leaned farther into him as he placed his hand on your cheek so that your jaw was supported by his palm, welcoming you to straddle his lap with an encouraging grip on the back of your thigh, gently guiding you onto him.

“I’m sorry I messed up your towels.” He mumbled, you humming in response before kissing him again.

“You know what will make you forgiven?” You asked, putting on a sultry tone as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“What?” He smirked, hands gripping your hips a little tighter at your seductive tone.

“Go get some damn sleep.” You replied dryly, Namjoon’s jaw dropping as you rolled off his lap, coming to a stand and walking out of the room, causing him to scramble up off the ground to go after you.

You giggled as you ran to the bedroom, hearing Namjoon’s footsteps thumping on the hardwood floor behind you as you ran away from him.

Throwing yourself on the mattress, you intercepted the man as he crawled atop your body, smiling down at you as your chuckles faded, eyes crinkling even more as you brushed his hair back from his forehead with a gentle swipe of your palm.

“You’re teasing me.” He murmured, soft tired eyes tracing your features in the dimmed room as you smirked up at him.

“Hm. But I got you into bed, didn’t I?” You arched a brow at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach when you felt his palm slide up your shirt, fingers tracing over the hem of your bra.

“Hm. You did.” He agreed, leaning down to catch his lips with yours again as you melted under his touch, sinking into the mattress more and more as he continued soothing your lips with his pillowy soft pair.

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nautiscarader · 3 years ago

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Free falling

Free falling (Kainora, M) (Ao3)

Inspired by wonderful drawing by zimaja: https://www.deviantart.com/zimaja/art/Jinora-Nudie-897573400

With the softest of noises, Jinora landed on the grassy meadow, surrounded by tall, spear-like mountain tops and thick trees. The natural barrier was one of the reasons why she didn't take her flying bison, Pepper. The other one would have been a bit more perplexing to explain to her.

The young Airbending master stretched her arms a few tim4es, before she closed her eyes and straightened her back, assuming the meditation pose she usually started with. After all, she needed to clear her mind to let go of the few worries that still connected her to the Earth and would make her ritual less enjoyable...

After a few deep breaths she was ready. Slowly, she undid the few buttons that held her flying suit complete, leaving only the bits that secured it to her wrists and ankles, and with a few moves that would have been clumsy, had she not airbent herself an air pocket to land on, she tossed her clothes away.

Shame was still somewhere deep inside her, but with her meditations, she was able to silence it. This was the reason she was slightly afraid of bringing Pepper here, she treated her almost like a sister, and she would never dare tell Ikki that she likes to parade stark naked in the forest.

Jinora let out a deep sigh when she felt the warm, Summer breeze enveloped her young adult body. It's been years since her skin was covered in her tattoos, yet she still felt that the air caressed her and helped the process of healing.

Somewhere in the distance, a flock of birds took into the air, and Jinora thought this to be the perfect moment. She airbent herself a ball of air to start, and once she caught the wind in the only pieces of clothing she wore, she was flying.

Quickly, she reached the treetops, and skilfully, she moved back and forth, torn by the few currents. Catching the drift, she flew back and forth, twirling in the air, amongst the butterflies and a few spirits that travelled across the mountains.

And as she danced in the air, she felt untethered, free of any of her worries...

...until she spotted Kai.

It happened in a split of a second. Jinora saw her boyfriend's reddened face and at once, the wind that carried her seemingly left her, making her lose balance. She flailed her arms, conjuring herself a ball of air, while Kai dashed to do the same before she fell to the ground.

The result was far worse, as he collided with her naked body, at the same time as she landed safely on her feet.

An explosion of air tossed Kai away, as Jinora covered her body with the thin wings-like material she was gliding with, befiore she realised she might have harmed him.

- Kai? - Sorry, sorry!

The young man was still on his knees, and clutching his head, but not out of pain, but to cover his eyes, the same ones that ogled her unabashedly a few moments ago.

- What-What were you doing there?! - Jinora caught her breath, letting a gust of wind bring her clothes back. - I-I followed you, I'm sorry! - he kept apologising, unable to meet her eyes - You-you kept disappearing all the time.... - Can't a girl have any moment of privacy? - she fumed. This was exactly why she didn't want to bring anyone here... - Yeah, but you've said you were going to study, and you weren't in your room, or the library... I was worried.

Jinora hesitated for a moment, as she was donning her outfit, hearing the guilt and concern in her boyfriend's voice.

- Can you forgive me? I won't tell your parents that you like... uh, doing whatever you were doing here.

She giggled.

- Okay, I'm not gonna airtoss you again. You can turn around.

Cautiously, the young man followed her, though he was still surprised when he saw that Jinora wasn't wearing her costume. He shied away at once, which made her warm voice even more surprising.

- I said you can turn around.

Slowly, Kai did exactly that, and his vision was filled with almost blinding beauty of her naked body. Her radiant face, modest, but supple breasts, her flat belly, adorned with just the faintest sign of a bush guarding her crotch, her curvy thighs and long, long legs...

He swallowed loudly, still unable to focus his gaze on her face properly, as he was taunted by the myriad of places on her body he could catch only a glimpse of a moment before.

Kai saw a blush on her face, and having realised what his girlfriend was looking at, he quickly sat down, crossing his legs.

- So... uh, so, what, what did you exactly do here...? - he asked, trying to sound casually. - Well... - Jinora replied with equally failed confidence - I have been reading about ancient Airbenders, and how they gained their powers. Where did they got the strength. In the same way that Waterbenders train under the Moon, or Firebenders when Sun is at its peak...

Jinora shied away again.

- And it turned out that... uhm... They were trying to tie themselves to the nature, more and more. And, well, ditching clothes was one of the ways...

Kai looked at her face, becoming progressively more and more crimson, as she continued.

- So, so I figured that I might try it, and, and it turned out that, that I might not have gained any new powers, or knowledge but.... it just felt... good. It's... kinda difficult to describe.

And as her eyes met his, the question came out of her mouth before she was able to stop it.

- Would you like to try it?

If Kai has been embarrassed by seeing her naked, then her bold proposition turned him properly beetroot red.

- Woah, are you serious? What if-what if someone catches us? - Have you told anyone else where are you going...?

Kai rolled his eyes.

- No... - Well then - she got up, and reached her hand, exposing her naked body to him once more - What are you waiting for?

And with that, he fell in love her again, as if they were fifteen again. He turned around when he started undoing his clothes, but quickly realised it was pointless, though he has managed to catch her eyes looking down at his erection that now stood proudly, despite his best attempts at controlling his own body.

- Listen, Jinora, I-I can't quite get it to... - It's okay - she spoke, trying to hide her excitement at the sight of her naked's boyfriend body - Not very aerodynamic, perhaps...

Jinora helped him put his wings back on, feeling shivers on his skin, despite the warm weather.

- Relax... - Easier for you to say it... - No, really, relax, like we've trained...

Jinora corrected his pose, and a moment later, she stood in front of him, helping him breathe in unison.

- It's all about the inner peace...

And with that, they felt the wind filling the pockets tied to their limbs. They both mimicked each other's moves, and with a quick gust of wind, they both in the air. They quickly grabbed each other's hands and flew with the current, spinning slowly like two leaves.

Kai thought that he'd be used to this, but seeing his naked girlfriend's body twirling graciously in the air made him speechless, at least until he realised she was in similar awe looking at him.

For a moment, as their eyes met, they forgot that they wearing the contraption Jinora has invented, and they felt they have achieved the state that any Airbender has dreamt of - actual flying...

Neither of them knew how long were they up in the air, though Jinora's quick sneeze told them they should get back on the ground. Kai reached his arms to grab her waist, and she replied with a similar move to secure herself as their gentle moves cushioned their landing.

- Jinora - Kai held her hands - Listen, that, that felt amazing. - I told you.

She smiled and leaned to kiss him, though as she approached him, her leg brushed his hard erection once more, causing her to look down.

- Although the Airbending masters have written that the bodily pleasures are most certainly not the reason for Airbending nude... - Ah, yeah, sorry, it's just, you are so beautiful, and- - But they never said to never pursue them.

Jinora stepped closer and pressed her chest against his, ready to dance some more.

#kainora #lime #nautiscaraderfics #aged-up characters and all that

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sopxhiea · 4 years ago

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The mysterious niece runs into Alfie in her uncle’s office and she expertly plays it cool until she’s pulled away by his strong grip and the night has more in store than she’s bargained for.

Warnings: Age gap.

Part 1

“Fine. You win.”

“Are you blushing or cold?”

The deep colored oak desk is illuminated by the sunlight coming through the open window, the room is quiet as dust gathers on the many shelves that decorate the place. The space is mostly filled with books, torn out old covers with faded colors and it’s obvious that the furniture around is aged except the large table that resides in the corner.

It stands out, much like you do.

A low tune plays from the record player in the office, next to the assistant’s desk as she types the day away. The boss is away in Birmingham, brushing shoulders with dirty faced gangster even though he’s very much one of them. There’s no chatter inside the walls today, nor the voice of the golden haired lady’s heels clicking against the hard surface.

The boss isn’t supposed to come back for another two hours.

The weather is chilly, grey sky bestowed upon the citizens around as the large coat you have on hugs you tight. Your uncle’s office is empty for the day, as far you know which means you’re more than welcome to stop by to get some work done. As much as the men around London despise the idea of a woman getting education, your uncle is aware of your potential.

The boots on your feet are meant for men, heavy and dense as you stomp away. The days are shorter due to the weather and it will get dark in a couple hours as far as you’re aware, but that doesn’t stop you from making an unwanted visit to your uncle’s office.

He’s a criminal with gold wrapped around his fingers. Not many are content with the men and even though he tends to get the approval of the higher class in London, it’s not hard to recognise the distaste the working class have for him. He’s a gangster, a good one at that.

He’s your family.

It’s not by choice, that much you accept. Years of being alone on end make him seem like an angel sorts, someone to rescue you from the hellhole you’d been in for the first seven years of your life. It looks different from the outside, you know that it does which makes you realise just how easy it is to trick people around here.

From the outside, you look like a pearl wrapped in cotton with flowers carefully placed around you. Most people do not approach you unless you make the first move, perks of having a powerful man as your only family. It’s easy to point out that your features belong somewhere else on the map and not the dirty roads of London.

You spare one last glance to the dim colored sky before barging into the building that your uncle redeems as his. Its walls are made of brick, one on top of the other that make up a three story building that occupies most of the side of the street its on.

It’s easy to recognise, Alfie thinks.

The sound of your heavy boots against the hard floor are easy to recognise but it’s too late for you to lighten your steps when Martha, your uncle’s trusted assistant, calls your name. You sigh then, a grunt leaving your mouth and you curse at yourself for being so careless for once.

Walking through the large corridor, you face the old lady as she looks at you through her smudged glasses. That color of pink on her lips is far too vibrant on her lips, you think as she sizes you up.

You’re not conventionally dressed but she’s used to your choice of clothing.

“Hello Y/N.” she speaks, her voice a little shushed when compared to normal but you’re too busy fixing your long dress to realise that there’s a reason for her quiet attitude.

You lift your head to look up at her again, no longer pulling at your dress as she gives you an uninterested look, the usual treatment. Your lips part, a playful smile on your lips but before you can let out a word, the door of the gathering space opens with a loud sound.

It’s him, you gather as you stare at his hat.

There’s gold on his fingers and a crown tattoo. It’s easy to recognise him, you think, his hat is peculiarly shaped and the rhythm of his steps is far too unusual for a normal person. There’s flour on his sleeves, the kind that looks like he’s been laying in it for a while.

His hat creates a shadow over his eyes so you miss the evident look of surprise in them but he’s quick to take it off. He’d been bothering Martha for a while, asking when the beloved boss would return since their deal was now ‘off’ due to a couple complications in the process.

When in fact, Alfie is directly betraying him.

He watches your eyes glisten as the sunset is bestowed upon the sky. Short strands of hair fall around your face from the braid, the braid that had your friend pulling at your hair for the entirety of breakfast. He finds himself to be too intrigued at the sight of you to actually speak but he’s fast to recover.

“’ello, lass.”��he says, the words echo in your mind before you can answer. Martha isn’t daft, she catches onto the way you stare up at the man but before she can say anything, you speak with a plastered smile.

“Hello, Mr. Solomons.” your voice is soft against the air around as you look up at him. There’s mischief in your eyes mixed with a glint of innocence, the kind of thing that could easily mess a man of Alfie’s wrath.

You hadn’t gone the address he’d sent you.

It was easy to make up excuses: you were busy with school and simply swarmed with work. You ignored the heat rising to your cheeks and gave him your softest smile while Martha eyed the both fo you, it was obvious that whatever you and Alfie had was doomed from the start.

Your uncle was a sheltered man and had raised you the same way. No boyfriends until you wanted to marry someone, only talk to men your uncle had assigned you for protection and if you were to go out, you informed him a week before.

But he wasn’t as sharp as he liked to believe.

You did things that would simply torture the man, from sneaking out to man’s apartments to dancing intimately with strangers. The city was fun at night, when it was supposed to sleeping seemed to be the only time the groggy streets felt alive to you.

And through years of sneaking around and lying almost too expertly, no one knew what you did. You’d have a different fake name, a different set of friends and a whole new part of town each week so things didn’t get messed up. It was a perk of being closely related to a gangster of your uncle’s power.

Martha knew how intense your uncle was when it came to you making contact with men, let alone a known brutal man like Alfie so she stood up and smiled softly, threat evident in her eyes as she spoke to you under her breath.

“Why don’t you go to the office, dear?” she speaks through her teeth and Alfie couldn’t hear but your eyes don’t leave his, if anything this was highly amusing.

And you wanted to talk to the men.

“No, thank you. I think I’ll keep Mr. Solomons company while he waits for uncle.” you spoke, looking directly into Martha’s eyes while speaking in a tone that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

She doesn’t say anything, she just backs off.

As cautious as your uncle had been with you, there were two sides to the story. Behind closed doors, he would get mad at you and scold you as much as he could while remaining as gentle as possible but in front of those very doors, he’d have your back and protect you that made most people frightened. He was allowed to get mad at you since you were his niece, but that was a privilege only he had in his hands.

Much to Alfie’s surprise, you shoot him a smirk through the smile you had on and ignore the old assistant. He doesn’t flinch when your hand comes in contact with his arm but there is a wave of alarm in his eyes. He knows your uncle will have Alfie’s scalp in his hands if he doesn’t behave well around you, he’ll try anyway.

Soon, you both find yourself in the dusty room that your uncle so graciously gave you when you had asked for a place to do some work and reading. Standing in the middle of the room, you slowly take your coat off while Martha keeps the door open and mutters something under her breath about making some tea for you and the gentlemen you offered to entertain while he waits for business.

But you don’t ignore the elephant in the room since he’s already gawking at you. You stare back instead. The ghost of a smile pulls at the ends of your lips as his eyes reek over your body, he isn’t subtle to say the least. Glancing at Ollie through the open door, you watch him for a moment as he talks to Martha but your observations are cut short when you hear his voice.

“You ain’t visited me yet, aye?” he speaks, talking about the address he had sent you and you know you can take this two ways. You decide on the fun way.

He sits in front of the desk and you take the opportunity to lean on the wooden material and have a look at his features. He still looks as handsome, but you don’t give in that easily. You shake your head and he watches the ends of your dress move with the small breeze that comes in from the open door. For all you know, Martha is listening.

“Is that why you’re here?” you speak, words filled with something other than curiosity. Lust, he thinks. He sees the familiar glint of insanity in your orbs and he’s aware of the little game you’re playing behind your uncle but much like you, he isn’t keen on giving in so easily.

“Nah, just business.” he says, voice heavy as it fills the walls. You nod, a few times more than you should before getting comfy on the desk.

Your eyes glisten before you speak, so he has been waiting for you. Just no matter how interesting this rugged man seemed, there were certain lines you wouldn’t cross and going to an unknown address given by a stranger was one of the many lines you were taught to beware of.

Although it all worked out for the best.

The stranger that had invited you to the location was looking at you now, with hungry eyes for things he wasn’t able to have. You knew men like Alfie, ones who had a superiority complex or it seemed that way from the outside. The kind of men who got whatever they wanted since there was immense blood in their hands.

“So you waited then, hm?” you ask, eyes looking up and down his built figure as he stands before you, he had gotten up when you’d taken a minute to look out the door to see where Martha was since she was usually keen on listening.

“Seein’ as it’s my fuckin’ work place, yeah, can’t say I have, luv.” he speaks, talking about the peculiar address he’d given which you now realise was his work place.

So he could be trusted after all.

You sigh, this game is highly amusing for you. It’s easy to make up the lines of how this is going to go but it could go so wrong all of a sudden. You want it to, this stranger seems to be a kind one you wouldn’t mind getting under. His eyes watch as you lick your lips, not aware that he’s watching while he observes you in all your wrath since your uncle isn’t around here. Alfie can tell you’re a wolf in mere sheep’s clothing.

“Fine. You win.” You shake your head as you speak. You need to know whether this man wants the things you do, even though you’re sure he does. He’s not to be toyed around with and you recognise the blood on his hands for that matter.

He walks a little closer, close enough for your chest to be almost brushing his figure but he’s entirely too tall. You don’t glance up while your next words fill the air, voice soft to lure him into the fantasy you want to live, no matter how short lived it will end up being.

“What you want?” you ask, eyes looking up to meet his handsome face as he looks down at you in an expression you can’t quite solve. The question hangs around the air while the breeze from the open door gets a little strong.

He sees no reason to ponder around, he knows the old assistant will be around the corner with her peering eyes in a second and this will be the scarce moment he’ll have with you. He doesn’t beat around the bush anyway.

“Ya’ know what.” he says, easy as that and you do, now you’ve learned what he wants.

But it’s not so easy to get it.

It’s the forbidden fruit situation all over again, you know it is. He’s a man with power, the kind of authority that’s able to shake a grown man to his very own core. He has blood on his hands even though his golden beard contradicts the very image that’s created by everything about him. He knows he’s dangerous and so is this situation but you’re no forbidden fruit.

Your uncle has taken all kinds of measures to make sure you’re the best you can be. It’s not like you’re a regular citizen, it’s obvious in your features that you belong somewhere else in the map but there’s the kind of elegance that comes with your bloodline, excluding your uncle who happens to be a gangster.

You take a large step back from his built form, clearing your throat when Martha comes in with a tray in her hands. You see the look he’s giving you and she does, too. You know she’ll rat this out to your uncle but you’ve always made sure he stays on your side so you see no problem with it.

Offering the assistant the widest fake smile you can muster up, you wait until she leaves to speak. It’s a thin line you’re dancing on but it’s a familiar one to you which is why there’s a faint smile on your lips as you speak.

“I’ll let you get on with your business, since that’s all you’re here for, Mr. Solomons.” you speak, watching the way something along the lines of frustration and arousal come over him. You know he thought you’d let him have you against the desk, it seems like the plausible answer from any logical lady whom he’s offered the pleasure but he failed to see the silver lining. You don’t happen to be a logical lady.

He sees the devil behind your eyes and it brings a smirk to his face. It seems as though you’ll be haunting him for a while.

You hear Martha talk about uncle’s car being parked outside to Ollie and you get up at a slower pace than he’d expect and wear your coat over the dress again. You know there are manners your uncle has tried to teach you and covering up in front of a stranger is one of them, or so you think.

He watches as you walk towards the door, waiting like a little kid for your uncle. There’s a flip side to your coin, he gathers. The innocent little jewel who’s been protected all her life also happens to be dancing with the devil for a while, he can see it in your eyes.

You watch Alfie walk by, touching your waist gently when he has to pass by you to get through the door. You see the way his beard covers up his bothered face and since your uncle is about to arrive and have a meeting with him, why not rile him up further?

A childish smile finds your lips and you hold his arm as an attempt to make him look down at you so you see eye to eye, which works due to the unfamiliar sensation. He lifts his eyebrows, telling you to go ahead and speak and you do but you don’t realise your uncle has been watching your strange interaction with one of the most dangerous man you could find around here.

“Are you blushing or cold?” you speak, fighting giggles as you look up at the man. Alfie opens his mouth to say something but before he can greet your amused face with his playful words, you catch you uncle’s eyes. He clears his throat and you immediately let go of Alfie’s arm, smiling at the old man as he looks at you and Alfie.

Looking like a child caught red-handed, you offer your uncle a small hello but he’s dismissive of it. It’s unclear to you whether he’s in a mood or he saw something he shouldn’t have seen just now. Alfie seems unfazed as he looks down at your little, the devil behind your eyes long gone as you look at your uncle and then Alfie.

“Mr. Solomons..” your uncle speaks, not sparing a glance at you while his eyes size Alfie up. Your gaze moves to the large man next to you as he tips his hat at your uncle as a way of greeting him.

“Shall we start discussing the deal in my office?” your uncle asks but you know better than to assume it’s an invitation, it’s more of an order.

Alfie mutters something unintelligible and turns his gaze to you. You offer him a formal smile this time, everyone is watching so he figures it’s his time to make you blush.

He takes your hand in his and your eyes shoot up, you see your uncle watching hesitantly but Alfie is far too powerful for him to scold the man like he scolds you. Alfie’s plump lips come in contact with your hand as he kisses the back of it gently. A small smirk plays on his lips as you gather the game he’s playing.

“Always a pleasure, luv.” he says, finding his true self to be a gentlemen at the given moment as you stare at him with heavy eyes.

You smile then, the kind of smile that he’d remember when he went to bed at night. You know he’ll be waiting for you in the address he gave you the first time he met you from the way he’s behaving, he isn’t keen on giving up that easily this time.

The territory is familiar to you but it takes two to do this and the other player is foreign territory. A gangster, someone with blood on their hands as it grips the golden rings around his calloused fingers. It perks up your curiosity, the thrill of being with someone so powerful.

He knows you’re protected. There are two guards with you wherever you go, your uncle’s gift to you on your birthday. He knows you live in a mansion of sorts with too many people around so sneaking in is not a choice.

But he’s tempted to say the least.

He wants to dance with the devil you hide so well, to feel her touch against his skin under the moonlight. He knows you have your ways around the city and men, too. He also knows that your uncle will try to cut his balls off if he hears even the possibility of the things Alfie wants to do to you but you don’t find in yourself to care.

He knows you’ll come around this time.

Your soft voice plays at a tone only he can hear and he listens with his ears perked up before he goes into your uncle’s office and you go off on your own way. “Pleasure’s all mine.”

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 4 years ago

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Flour Cheeks;; YHS

Word Count;; 1.6k

Genre;; Fluff Overload!

Pairing;; Hongseok x Reader

Summary;;

While you understand that some mornings you'll wake up alone, your curiosity does get the better of you when you realise your boyfriend has chosen to leave the comfort of your shared bed despite not needing to. It's warm, fluffy, and soft and filled with the possibilities of additional dreaming and yet you soon find yourself also being drawn away from its comforts.

Request;;

Hiii! Can I please request something fluffy with Pentagon's Hongseok? Maybe cooking him and y/n cooking and being all cute? Thank you!! <333

Warnings;;

None!

Notes;;

I remember him cooking well in one of his lives so I went to look for it and found the waffle incident instead ahsjjdkfkg. Also sorry I took longer than I said I would! Our parents stopped by while we were doing our laundry and I didn't have time to write like I thought I would. Hope you enjoy this all the same and...

Happy late birthday to our Honk Honk! ♡

My Masterlist

Sunlight streamed in through the curtain's gap to cover the duvet in splashes of yellow and white. It brightened the room, forcing you to squint while you checked your phone's notifications. With a huff, you tossed the device back onto the bedside table and closed your eyes once more.

It was getting late. The sun was high in the sky as if to taunt you for your laziness and the room warmed beneath its abundant rays. You soon found yourself kicking the bedding clear off the mattress as you flipped over and away from the window.

Due to the lack of your boyfriend's firm chest to stop you from invading his side of the bed, your initial roll was followed by another, more exaggerated flop. Spreading your limbs with a strained sigh, you once again tried opening your eyes. The room was still bright but you pushed through the searing discomfort to search for Hongseok.

Though the bathroom door was only propped open by a sliver, the lack of light and movement was enough for you to write it off as empty. The bedroom itself provided a similar scene: devoid of Hongseok but with small clues as to his whereabouts. His house shoes were moved but his phone was still on the charger. The dresser hadn't closed all the way, catching on one of his shirts. He had been in a rush and yet he hadn't dressed to go out, having grabbed clothes from the casual section of his wardrobe.

You chuckled and shook your head. Whatever had been on his mind wasn't important enough to wake you up and you were grateful for the additional rest. Stretching once again, you pushed the remainder of the bedding off with a yawn before curling up into a ball.

His side of the bed smelled like him (surprise, surprise) and you enjoyed the mornings when you could sleep in after he left almost as much as the mornings you woke up beside him. You pushed your face into his pillow and sighed. His body wash and shampoo flooded your senses. It was comforting and it made you feel safe because he made you feel safe.

You inhaled breath by breath, drifting off to sleep until the soothing scent of Hongseok dissipated and was replaced by the strong, undesirable scent of burning. Your eyes snapped open a step slower than your body that had already slid out of bed. Without stopping to grab your shoes or to throw on pants, you fumbled out of your shared bedroom.

The apartment wasn't huge and it didn't take long for your legs that were in pursuit of the smoke to stumble into the kitchen. Inside you took note of your handsome boyfriend wearing that ridiculous apron you had bought him as a gag gift for his last birthday. Flour graced his tanned cheeks and you fought back a laugh, biting your lip to keep yourself silent. His expression was both serious and exasperated while he observed the steady pillar of smoke escaping the miniature waffle maker.

"If you make it too obvious, the insurance won't pay out," you teased. His eyes latched onto your form, lingering on your bare thighs that peeked out from beneath his oversized shirt. A grin formed on his lips as he beckoned you to his side. You were quick to oblige. "So what's up? Making breakfast?"

"Good morning beautiful. I can't answer any questions until I have a kiss." He tapped his cheek twice. Powder still marked them. You leaned around him to grab a kitchen towel and you found it through memory rather than sight, your gaze focused and locked onto his. Though he tapped his foot in impatience, he was smiling and mischief shone in his eyes.

The cloth wasn't the softest material so you were cautious of how much pressure you exerted on his soft skin. It wasn't until you pulled away to admire your handiwork that you noticed the towel (and most of the surfaces nearby) was also covered in flour and your attempt to wipe away the powder had only created a bigger smudge. Your whole body trembled with the bottled-up laughter brewing deep in your chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"You're covered in flour, baby." You managed to force the words out before you let loose and your laugh filled every corner of the room. Hongseok frowned and turned away from you, focusing his attention back on the waffle maker. At least it was no longer smoking. Next to the appliance was a plate of… something you couldn't quite identify. "And what the hell is that?"

"What? That? You can't tell? It's clearly a waffle. And here I thought you were cultured," he said, his voice strained as he tried to pry the appliance open. Upon noticing the secured latch, you nudged him aside and popped the lock before flipping the lid open. Out of instinct his arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you back away from the billow of steam that rushed upward out of the small machine.

"What's the point of using the waffle maker if it doesn't make waffles?" He whined, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Did it make that"—distaste crossed your face as you gestured toward the plate of goop—"mess too?"

"No, I tried… it doesn't matter. The last resort is the other waffle maker."

"Or maybe we should stop now while we're only at two losses?"

"I'm a man who never gives up, baby. You know this."

Hongseok flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling with determination as he cleared the counter. While his attention was on whipping up another batch of mixture, you decided to clean up his prior attempts. You scraped off the goo from the plate and ran it under hot water while you disconnected the miniature waffle maker and waited for it to cool down enough to soak the inner dish. The dishes stacked up in the sink and the small tower of plastic threatened to collapse like a Jenga tower when you added the last powder bowl Hongseok had discarded to the top.

"So what's the special occasion?"

"Are you kidding or do you owe me a massage?"

A massage? That could only mean-

Shoot!

"I was just kid-"

"Looks like my honey bunny owes me a massage! What a great start to our anniversary!"

"But I didn't forget!"

"Nah uh. I said the same thing last year, I was in the same boat, and you didn't go easy on me so I don't think I'll go easy on you, either."

"Hongseokkie," you pouted, jutting out your lips as you pulled on his arm. Your mind wandered when he flexed under your grasp, his muscles toned and strong. His efforts at the gym never went unnoticed. He continued his attempt to mix the blueberries and bananas into batter, oblivious to how your gaze devoured him. "I didn't forget."

"If I say I believe you, will you give me a massage anyway?"

"Maybe."

"Well I don't believe you."

You scoffed, a playful smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, "Alright, alright. Fine, I forgot, and you'll get your massage as owed. Now will you please abandon this futile waffle mission? We can just have our usual instead. Nothing beats healthy, anyway."

"Abandon as in give up? Who do you think I am? I'm going to make you the best damn waffles, just you watch."

"Right, right. Of course. And I'll try not to starve in the meantime."

He ignored your comment and focused on pouring the batter into the second waffle maker. This one was bigger, at least in comparison to the miniature maker. The miniature (theoretically) baked bite-sized waffles with little snowflakes on them. This regular-sized and completely average waffle maker had no special gimmick. It was straight-forward and easy to use.

Except that it wasn't.

Once Hongseok's pride diminished just enough to summon you back into the kitchen, you found yourself also struggling to make a single waffle that could pass as a waffle. None of your creations were recognisable as a breakfast treat. Some weren't even recognisable as food. Several plates of "waffles" had built up, each featuring varying degrees of baked all the way from gooey to charred. Your solo attempts hadn't fared any better.

"Can we give up yet?"

"No." He grabbed a piece of overcooked waffle from the maker and frowned. Half of the batter was close to burning while the other half was still liquid. With great caution, he nibbled on it. The regret was immediate. He thrusted it in your direction. "Try this."

"Gross," you said, pretending to gag. He took the opportunity to shove the waffle piece into your mouth. You swatted him away seconds too late. He laughed, dodging your flailing hits. Though crunchy and quite dry, the waffle wasn't actually that bad. It could be worse, you thought, eyeing the discarded plates. Much worse.

"So…"

"So…" you echoed. When he didn't continue, you nudged his slumped shoulder. His expression screamed disappointment upon looking at the numerous attempts which then morphed into irritation as he glared at the appliance and its lustrous shine. Despite the abundance of use it had undergone over the last few hours, it looked brand new and somehow clean. "While this has been quite the adventure, should we settle down with some oatmeal and relax?"

"You want to give up?"

"On the waffles? Yes. I'd rather cuddle with you than fight with this clearly defective waffle maker."

"Waffle makers," he empathised, glaring over at the abandoned miniature version.

"If nothing else, we've created a memory that will last a lifetime and I can't think of a better gift to receive on our very special day."

"I can think of something." You knew by his cheeky grin just what he planned to do and before he even raised his finger, you began to lean into his space. He pointed at his cheek all the same and awaited your kiss. Once again you laughed at his cute antics but this time you followed it up with a kiss.

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