#and i was already counting on being able to pick up extra courses to help cover bills :)

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I would like for things in my life to stop engaging in an apparent competition to make me stressed and miserable, thanks

[jeonqbunny]

do it slowly

suguru geto x f!reader smut ♡

summary: your childhood friend suguru geto comes home for summer break after 2 long years of being away at college <3

content warning: soft dom!suguru x sub!f!reader, smut, porn w a plot, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (he pulls out), uses of petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess), biker suguru implied, quite a bit of fluff included.

word count: 6.1k (yappatron 6000 jesus christ </3)

today is my bday and i rlly hate this, but it took me so mf LONG to write.

about a year and a half have passed since you last saw suguru; the heat of the summer bringing back childhood memories of you two playing outside, be it in the trees around your house or running through the sprinklers in the lawn. you can’t help but sigh lightly, you miss him. he went out of state for college after graduation while you decided to stay back at home with your parents, it’s been lonely without him.

despite the air conditioner going full blast your forehead is still damp from the humid air of summer, reminding you of a fan you have on your desk that you could probably bring over to your bed. sitting up, you feel the immediately recognizable buzz of your phone on your thigh as you quickly snatch it up and see you have a text. it’s from satoru.

your prior mission of using the fan completely slipped your mind as you swiped the notification away rather quickly, readjusting yourself to lay down before opening it. your eyes narrowed at the message, your nerves immediately rising to the ceiling and beyond. “suguru is coming back for summer break?” you asked yourself out loud, chewing on the tip of your index finger as you reread the text over and over again. it was exciting, to say the least. seeing him again this soon was not something you exactly expected, but you weren’t complaining.

you read further to find out satoru was going to host a surprise “welcome home” party for him. this didn’t surprise you, though. satoru is suguru’s bestfriend, and ever since he left it’s just been you and him. the idea of all of you being back together again excited you, and you were curious to see how much suguru has grown. if he aged even half as well as satoru did, then he would be more than a little attractive.

you replied to satoru, informing him that you would be attending and helping him set up for it. after all, suguru was your beloved friend too. though you haven’t seen him since he left, unlike satoru who flew out quite often to see him with his daddy’s money. the last you heard, suguru had a girlfriend and was doing very well in his studies. 

you got ready to head over to satoru’s place to set up for suguru’s surprise party, picking up streamers and other corny party decorations on your way. you walked up to satoru’s front door, pretty much buried in all the decorations you bought as you struggled to hold yourself upwards. you let out an annoyed grunt at how long satoru took to open the door before you finally heard the door unlock and fling open. there he stood, his tall lanky figure resting against the door frame with an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“wow, you look like you’re really struggling there y/n.” he chuckled deeply, reaching forward and grabbing a couple boxes before stepping to the side to allow you space to enter his house. you let out a relieved huff when you set it all down on the table, finally being able to stand up straight. you glared at the snowy haired man, the urge to slap his cocky ass grin off of his face nearly consuming your entire being, but you decided on mercy.

“so what kind of party is this gonna be anyway? just a kick back with all of our friends or are you going to be extra like you always are?” you queried with a mocking tone, your gaze fixing up into satoru’s cerulean eyes through your eyelashes. 

satoru simply reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a weak smile plastered on his glossy lips. “of course it’s going to be extra. you already know i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he snickered, his large hand coming up to his mouth in a mischievous manner. you couldn’t do anything but sigh and laugh along while shaking your head. the time passed quicker than you thought, the house slowly becoming decorated with balloons and streamers along with letters that spelled out “welcome home suguru” along the wall.

as the time draws near, you can’t help but chew the edges of your fingers a little raw in nervousness and anticipation to see suguru again. satoru catches this and smacks your hand away from your mouth, “you know suguru doesn’t like you doing that. stop it. go get a drink or something if you’re really that nervous…” he trails off with a look of ‘oh shit’ forming across his face, prompting a look of curiosity and confusion from you as you sneakily try to nibble a bit more on your pinky, eliciting another smack from him as a slight yelp fell from your lips.

“why’d you get all cold when you mentioned the drinks?” you ask, reeling slightly from the smack he laid on your hand. satoru sighs and ruffles his snowy shaggy hair in an exasperated fashion, “i forgot the damn drinks.” he grumbles lowly, his bright blue eyes shifting to the floor in disappointment. you stood there, absolutely dumbfounded by his utter stupidity.

“how the hell do you forget the drinks for a party?” you exclaim in a tone laced with annoyance and panic. “i don’t know! i just got lost in everything i guess.” he scraped the back of his neck in embarrassment for a moment before turning to you with a confident grin on his face. “look, can you go run out and buy a couple cases of beer or something?” he says, rustling around in his pocket before tossing his wallet at you. “nuh uh, no. i don’t wanna miss suguru’s arrival, someone else can go.”

“you and i are the only people who can drive here, plus what kind of host would i be if i were gone when he arrived? anyway, he won’t be here for like another thirty minutes. just don’t drag your ass and you’ll be fine.” he spits back in an irritated manner before you begrudgingly grab his wallet from where it landed beside you on the couch and head out to your car.

the drink run goes smooth enough, but then you hit traffic on your way back. shit. you are going to be late. the idea of being late because of satoru’s horrible planning only pissed you off even more. “how does that little idiot always convince me to do the work for him?” you sighed out loud, your hand reaching up to tug at your hair as the situation fully settled in. you tap at your steering wheel eagerly, your eyes rolling into your skull as you sit completely still in traffic. after a while of sitting and plotting satoru’s death, the cars finally started rolling. but by then it was already too late, the party had started well over fifteen minutes ago and suguru was most definitely already there.

you pulled up to satoru’s party, the street and driveway already significantly more filled than it was when you left. that’s when you saw it, a sleek black motorcycle sitting in the open garage. it caught your eye, and you were growing more curious to know who it belonged to as you wobbled your way to the door. you lugged the packs of alcohol up the small stairway leading to the front door, your arms struggling to reach the handle under the weight of the bags hanging off of them. 

finally, you managed to get the door open with a loud grunt and a deep breath following in your wake. you panted a bit, your chest heaving as you carried the heavy load of alcohol to the kitchen. you tossed them on the counter not so carefully, desperate to get the heavy weight off of your arms. you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you rubbed at your arms for a bit of comfort. 

you were busy soothing the ache in your arms when a familiar voice called your name from behind you. you immediately pivoted on your foot and spun yourself around to see a very tall suguru. you immediately pulled him in for a hug, holding onto him tightly as you rocked on your heels in excitement. he cackled under his breath, a dramatic ‘oof’ catching in his throat from your tight embrace. still, he returned the embrace just as tightly.

soon enough, you pulled away from the hug and shot him a look of amazement. his dark jett black hair now reached down past his mid back, and it was tied messily into a half up half down bun. it was quite the dramatic change in contrast to when you last saw him. his demeanor even felt the slightest bit different, and you couldn't quite place your finger on it. as you were lost in the view that was suguru geto, you felt your face heat up immediately as his lips formed a knowing smile. you knew you were caught checking him out, and you weren't exactly sure what to say in that very moment.

“you look good, y/n. i’m happy to see you again after so long, seems you’ve grown too.” he remarked breathlessly, his dark obsidian eyes grazing over your figure with the same amazement you looked at him with. you nodded to his statement, your eyes fluttering slightly as you offered him a polite smile.

“yeah, not as much as you though, clearly.” you muttered back, gesturing to his height with your arms in a teasing manner. he chuckled at your response, reaching forward to ruffle your hair with his hand. “why were you late? satoru said you were gettin’ drinks?” he quizzed gently, his voice low and smooth like honey and it was enough to make you feel like you were going to melt. you nodded your head in response, carping about how satoru forgot to buy drinks. he shook his head, tsking with a weak smile as his eyes remained fixed on you. “sounds like satoru, dude would lose his head if it wasn’t attached.” he quipped in a defeated tone, before your conversation was oh so rudely interrupted by satoru. “speak of the devil.” you muttered in annoyance, reluctantly pulling him in for a side hug as your gaze remained on suguru.

satoru chortled, his blue eyes rolling as he pulled you in a bit tighter, giving you one more extra affectionate squeeze before letting you out of his grasp. “i told ya to not drag your ass y/n, don’t be angry at me.” he shrugged, his face plastered with the mundane shit eating grin he normally wore. you simply crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning back to pour yourself a cup of liquor to ease your nerves as suguru and satoru chatted it up. 

you sipped slowly, your face turning in with disgust at the taste before nudging satoru on the shoulder. “i don’t want this, you have it.” you requested in a dramatically appalled voice, holding the red solo cup out for him to grab. satoru didn’t hesitate in the slightest, shrugging before throwing his head back and gulping it down with ease. the idea of doing it yourself making your stomach turn as you shivered at the thought.

suguru looked over satoru for a moment, but his gaze was primarily fixed on you. after nearly 2 years, you grew taller, your body grew to be womanly, and your voice even lowered a bit. it was quite a lot to take in, especially after not seeing you for what felt like so long. the house was buzzing with chatter and music, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling the air from all the people gathered around to celebrate suguru’s return. your eyes met suguru’s again, your breath hitched in your throat and the pounding in your chest made you a bit nervous. you weren’t entirely sure exactly why you felt the way you felt.

maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time in two years. or maybe, it was just the way he looked now. it had you astonished, for lack of better words. not once within your ten years of friendship did you see him like that, but the way he looked at you with his nihilistic smile made that change in an instant. you were lost in thought before satoru nudged your arm, pointing at the crowd that was dancing; with an irritated looking suguru in his grasp. you nodded, waving them off to go have fun as you turned on your heels to exit out of the garage door. you drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to gather your thoughts and calm your breathing.

that’s when you saw it again, a black motorcycle standing on it’s peg in front of your eyes. you stepped closer, observing it in curiosity of whose it could be to be sitting in satoru’s garage. you continued looking at it, checking for any signs of it being someone you know. and just as you were about to give up, suguru entered the dimly lit garage with a bashful smile gracing his lips.

“i see you found my bike, it’s nice huh?” he revealed that it was his bike, and it made your head spin in perplexity. just who was suguru now? “i- yeah actually it is nice. i didn’t know you rode one until now.” you admitted in a breathless mumble, your eyes darting between him and his bike. “your girlfriend into biker guys or what?” you puzzled playfully, fully unaware of what he was about to tell you.

“satoru didn’t tell you?” he laughed out loud, his large hands tucking into his pockets as he took a few steps closer to you and his bike. “we broke up, i found out she cheated on me a couple months ago.” he informed simply, his lips pursing into a thin line as he looked you up and down. well fuck, that’s awkward. you sighed in response, resting your hand on his shoulder briefly before letting your arm fall back down to your side.

“i’m sorry, satoru doesn’t tell me much about you these days so..” you looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, an apologetic look written all over your features. he shook his head, pulling his hand out of his pocket and wrapping his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. “no big deal at all, i know how satoru can be.” he replied shortly, a weak smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you.

“i’m about to head out, you know i hate when satoru throws these over the top parties.” the idea of him taking off already made you feel a bit sad, but you weren’t going to stop him. especially because you were just as overwhelmed by them as he was. “you want a ride home, y/n?” his question made you jolt in shock.

“uh, n-no i’m fine, i drove here. thank you though.” you blubber out, still reeling from the shock of the question. “oh, alright then, no worries.” a definite look of disappointment crosses the otherwise stoic face, making you feel as if you need to back peddle. “but!” you shout almost a bit too loud from nerves as you try to salvage the situation, “we could always meet up at my house, just like the old times, huh?” a slightly unnerving smirk flashes across suguru’s face, making your heart beat all the faster, “sure, i’ll see you there.”

you wasted no more time in heading home, making it there quicker than you’d like to admit. you didn’t even think of saying goodbye to satoru as you pull into your driveway. your headlights shined on suguru who was sliding off his helmet in front of your car, his dark bangs falling into his face messily before he straightened them out. you swallowed thickly, enjoying the view

before pulling your keys out of the ignition and stepping into the warm night air. you let out a deep exhale, the sounds of crickets and your footsteps filling your ears.

you offered suguru a gentle smile, reaching forward to grab at his hand and drag him along with you to the front of your house. he chuckled from behind you, accepting your warm hand into his and enjoying the sense of nostalgia that you brought to him. you fumbled with your keys, doing your very best to unlock the door with your shaky hands. at once, you finally unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside with suguru almost glued to your back.

your parents were gone on vacation for the summer, so the house was empty and looked quite desolate as you made your way up to the bedroom with him. when you reached your bedroom, your hand smacked the wall on the inside of the door and slid around in an attempt to find the light switch. the lights finally flickered on, causing you to squint from the sudden intrusion of light. suguru stepped into the room in front of you, looking around with a bright smile.

“i see your room hasn’t changed very much. it’s cute, i like it.” he murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice as he spoke. you nodded along, turning on a lamp and shutting off the over powering ceiling light. “yeah, didn’t have much of a need or want to change anything.” you replied with a tint of blush dusting over your cheeks as suguru took a seat on the edge of your bed with his legs spread apart.

“really? even these dumb little things?” he quipped snarkily, grabbing one of your teddy bears in his hand and squeezing it. you let out a whine, as if to protest against him before snatching it from his hands and stroking it’s head with your finger. “i’ll have you know that mr. teddy is not some dumb thing.” you growled back, your finger still tracing its plushy fur as suguru chortled under his breath. 

“nothing about you has changed, y/n. you’re as feisty as ever.” he stated firmly, his dark eyes flickering into yours as he awaited your response. you let out a soft sigh, setting the teddy bear back down onto the mattress before taking a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. “yeah, kinda have to be to hold my ground around satoru when you’re gone.” you provoked teasingly, a toothy grin spreading across your face as you looked back at him. “i’ve missed you, sugu.” you added, this time sounding a bit more sentimental.

“yeah i’ve missed you too, sweet girl.” he hummed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in and press a tender kiss to the top of your head. he closed his eyes for a moment, his chin now resting there as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo. he let out a soft exhale, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. “how long are you gonna stay? i assume just over the summer, yeah?” you quizzed as your eyes fluttered shut, your head still pressed firmly into his shoulder. 

“just for the summer.” he confirmed in a more somber tone now, his back eyes remaining closed as he pressed his lips on the back of your head once more. he pulled you fully into his lap, slotting you in comfortably in between his thighs with your back against his chest. he slid your hair to the side, revealing the back of your neck. he pressed another delicate kiss there, trying to gauge your reaction to it all.

your breath caught in your throat, your thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching that was building up in between your legs. suguru took note of this, his arms now wrapping around your waist from behind. his lips moved from the back of your neck, his arm reaching up to hook his fingers around the collar of your shirt to reveal your shoulder. he peppered hot sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out every now and then to leave wet spots in his wake.

this elicited a small whine from you, your eyes slamming shut from the sensation as your body began to heat up and squirm in his lap. Your responsiveness mixed with your hips squirming against his groin caused his cock to stiffen against the fabric of his jeans, a low guttural groan falling from his mouth and sending vibrations into your shoulder. “s-sugu..” you whined, your head rolling to the side to give him better access.

“so you do want this, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly, his hands falling to your hips to hold you firmly in place as he moved to suck on the side of your neck. you had little to no way to form words at this point, however deciding to go with a simple nod wasn’t enough. “use your words, baby. i want to hear you say it.” he chuckled deeply into your skin, his lips grazing across the soft and sensitive surface teasingly.

you mewled in desperation, your hips bucking into his throbbing member that pressed against the small of your back. “i want it.. please.. need you sugu..” your voice was wobbly and laced with desperation. you were really exposing yourself at the moment, revealing that this is something you’ve been longing for for quite some time now.

he reached up with one of his hands to wrap your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging it around his knuckles harshly to force your head back as he sucked on your skin more feverishly now. “i thought so, you wouldn’t stop fucking me with those pretty eyes of yours all night.” he purred, his voice velvety and full of undying lust as he squeezed your hair in his hand even tighter. you cried out from the sting, your eyebrows knitting together at the painful sensation. your hand reached up to grip at his hand resting on your hip, squeezing it tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.

this caused him to laugh sadistically as he traced small affectionate patterns on the soft skin of your hand. his grip on your hair never faltered as he pulled you up by it and stood to his feet, gently forcing you to your knees in front of him. he muttered a small ‘sorry’ for the way your exposed knees smacked against the hardwood. you immediately know the drill, urgently reaching up to unbuckle his belt as you feel your wetness seep from your panties and onto the floor below. he tugged back your head by your hair firmly, clicking his tongue before he spoke. “slow, sweetheart. do it slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look when you swallow my cock. make sure you look at me while you do it, or i’ll make you stop.” he ordered sternly, his light and gentle voice strongly contradicting the harshness of his order, but you obeyed regardless.

you wanted nothing more than for him to just fill your mouth, so you happily obliged. you looked up into his dark hazy eyes, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. with one small tug, his bulge was now visible through his wet and sticky boxers. you let out a needy moan, your eyelashes fluttering up at him as you pressed your tongue to the stain of precum at his tip, lapping and sucking at it through the fabric.

suguru sucked in air through his teeth, a moan coming out with his exhale as he looked down at you. his hand reached down to grip you by the chin and stroke your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “not so feisty now are you? you’re such a naughty girl, didn’t know you had it in you to obey.” he teased, his abs rippling under his shirt as his body tensed up from the feeling of your pretty lips against the clothed tip of his cock. 

you let out a slightly annoyed groan at his statement, gently nibbling on the tip with your teeth to discourage him from teasing you like that. this caused him to tug at your hair roughly, ripping your mouth away from his throbbing cock. you shrieked at the sudden tug, your head reeling with pain before he spoke. “if you bite my dick like that again, i’m not gonna let you cum. and if i’m not mistaken– that’s definitely not what you want, is it pretty?” he grumbled, his voice a lot less gentle and a lot more hoarse. he dragged your head back to force your face into his cock once more, letting out a breathy giggle as his hips pushed forward to press his stiffened member to your cheek.

you definitely didn’t want to be denied the pleasure of cumming all over his cock, so you decided to comply this time around. you reached up and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his muscular thighs as you looked up at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. he let out a soft hum of approval, his cock finally springing free from the tight fabric of his boxers.

the sight alone elicited a wanton moan to bubble up in your throat, his heavy and girthy member twitching in front of your face with precum dripping from the tip. you lapped at the tip of his cock, the salty taste of precum swirling around your taste buds. a normally unpleasant taste

became something you enjoyed, it sent a rush of arousal straight to your core. you savored it for a moment before wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it slowly. you allowed a full moan to come up your throat, sending vibrations down his shaft as your wet hot tongue slid over his slit. this alone caused his hips to rut forward further into your mouth, his hand that held your hair trembling slightly as he gasped.

the sudden rut of his hips caused you to gag, finally committing to taking him as far as you could down your throat. one of your hands gripped his toned thigh, digging your nails in as you tried to steady yourself, while the other reached up to cup his balls in your hand. suguru got needy enough to start thrusting into your mouth full force, pulling your head forward by the hair to match his pace. you gagged and whined around him, hot tears welling up in your eyes and streaming down your rosy cheeks as his heavy balls smacked into your chin.

"so good baby, your throat grips my cock so fucking nicely." moans of profanities and your name fell from his pretty lips, his voice growing to be more airy and hoarse. all the sudden he pulled his cock from your throat, letting out a loud groan from the loss of contact on his throbbing length.

you looked up at him as you coughed and tried to catch your breath, a long thick string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your lips. you sat on your knees for a moment, waiting for his next move as saliva and precum dripped down your chin and onto your chest. he was staring down at you, his thick veiny member coated in your saliva twitching right in front of your lips. "you look stunning when you struggle to breathe, angel. you look like such a cock hungry little girl." he wanted to enjoy this view for as long as he could, taking in the way your saliva soaked the white blouse you had on as your saliva dripped from your chin in a very lewd way.

he crouched down to your level, finally letting go of your hair, and it was immediately sore and achy from how tight he was holding it. but that thought quickly left your mind when he pulled you in for a delicate but heated kiss, his large hands cupping your dainty face as he began deepening it. his tongue slid across your bottom lip, tugging it in between his lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth. your tongues tangled together naturally, your lips melting into one another's as you moaned into suguru's mouth. the kiss was dirty, sure. but it held a feeling that felt like much more than just lust. 

with no warning he pulled you to your feet with ease, letting you rest against his chest momentarily to stabilize your wobbly legs before bending you over on the desk. your hands rested flat against the cold wood surface, shivering as he lifted up your skirt and grazed his fingers along the swell of your ass. “you’ve got such a nice ass princess.. don’t remember it looking this pretty last time i saw you.” he gritted his teeth, leaving a harsh smack on one of your

cheeks before tugging your panties off in one swift motion. you shrieked, the sting of his hand lingering on your ass caused your arousal to splatter down your thighs.

“already wet and all you’ve done is suck my cock a little.. that’s cute baby.” he hums, his large hand kneading on the flesh of your ass while the other one slides in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles on your clit and watching the way your body tenses up from his touch. his chest filled with pride, seeing you so fucked out for him already from just a couple brushes of his fingers.

he dipped two thick digits into your aching hole, holding still for a moment to really feel the way you fluttered around his fingers. you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for him to give you even the slightest bit more. doing this caused his cock to throb painfully, hardly able to focus from his imagination of what it would be like to have your gummy walls wrapped around his cock. he took his fingers out slowly, a wet pop following before he licked them clean with an airy grunt. “i’ll have to taste you another time, i need to be inside you, now sweetheart.” he aired breathlessly, his hand gripped his thick cock and he moved forward to press the tip to your leaking entrance. 

he slid it up and down your slick folds, enjoying the lewd sound it made before pushing the tip inside of you. your body jolted forward as if to escape from the sudden but long awaited intrusion, a slight pain creeping into your cunt from the stretch of his dick nearly tearing you open. this causes suguru to yank your arms out from under you and pull you against his chest, shoving his cock all the way in. you yelped in pain, your pussy sucking him in desperately despite how much you were stretched as you began to moan and whine his name.

“it’s okay baby, just take it. i’m sorry for being so rough. but i mmhh– i need to fuck you.” he apologized briefly through broken moans before starting to thrust into you from behind. he held your arms behind your back tightly and shoved you face down onto the desk as his hips snapped into your ass. sounds of slapping, your mixed moans and the creaking of the desk underneath you filling the otherwise quiet room. he leaned down from behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before bullying into your cunt even further.

you squeal and squeeze your legs together as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix repetitively, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. “s-sugu.. fuck meee oh my god–” you babbled on and on, you couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t even speak properly to tell him how much you loved him and the way he ruined you. his hand let go of one of your arms, reaching forward to grip the base of your throat and coax your head back before placing a kiss on the tip of your ear.

“i am fucking you, sweet girl.” he chastised with a chuckle, his other hand reaching down to slide under your shirt and raise it enough to roll your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. your body visibly shuddered from the pleasure, his hand leaving your throat to let your head fall back against the desk before reaching down to rub quick circles around your clit. immediately you felt your high creeping up on you, the pressure in your abdomen building and close to unraveling. 

suguru took note of the way you fluttered around his length, the way you gripped him causing him to clench his jaw. he didn’t want it to be over just yet, making quick work of flipping you onto your back against the the desk. he pushed your knees up to your shoulders, spreading your legs wide and admiring the sight of your dripping cunt before pushing back into you with ease.

he set the pace again, pressing his forehead to yours before capturing your lips into a deep kiss. it didn’t take long for you to get close again, the bottom of his navel rubbing into your clit with each deep thrust he took inside of you. you whimpered into his mouth, lapping at his tongue sloppily in desperation before he broke the kiss. “i’m close sugu.. so so close.. please–” she cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper than before. he groaned out, one of his hands reached forward to hold your face in it while his other took care of your sensitive bud.

his dark raven bangs clung to his forehead as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. “i’m close too baby, it’s okay. you can cum.” he reassured gently, stroking her hot cheeks with his thumb affectionately. as he chased his high, he felt his muscles tense up, feeling you lock up underneath him made his hips move more feverishly, determined to pull your orgasm out of you harder.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping onto his back and sinking your nails into his sweaty tanned skin. you panted, finally mustering up the courage to say what you’ve wanted to for so long. ‘i love you suguru, i love you s– so much..” and just like that, you came undone as a white heat rushed through your body. your back arched off the desk, your eyes slammed shut and your mouth fell slack as your insides pulsated around him. your clear sticky cum formed a ring around the base of his cock, coating his pelvic bone and his balls as he thrusted into you.

your confession certainly caught him by surprise, but he accepted it wholeheartedly as it threw him into an orgasm of his own. “i love you too, y/n. fuck– always have, my pretty girl.” he huffed out, his hand drifting from the skin of your cheek and down to your throat to squeeze it tightly. he pulled out and pumped his swollen length a couple of times before cumming all over your tummy.

he fucked his own hand a bit more as he rode out his high, a couple more thin ropes of his hot white seed following behind. a guttural moan jumping up his throat as his eyebrows knitted together. fuck, he looked so pretty. 

he leaned in and moved your hair out of your face before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. the back of his index finger ghosting down the edge of your jawline before he pulled away to look for something to clean the both of you up. he wiped away the mess, a gentle and almost unreadable expression gracing over his handsome face as he focused on taking care of you. 

he straightened out your skirt, his large veiny hands that were decorated with black nail polish sliding along your hips as if to worship the view a bit more before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. he caged you in underneath him, taking a good look at your face before kissing the tip of your nose.

“so you love me huh? maybe i’ll just have to stay here.” his expression softened, and a smile grew on his lips to reveal his pearly whites. the sight of his smile made your heart swell, it wasn’t the kind of smile you saw very often, but when you did it could like up an entire room. “i suppose i do, sugu.” you teased back, pressing a kiss to his lips gently before you both laid down together on your twin sized mattress.

[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 , various !

synopsis: when you bring your friend to ikea to help you pick furniture for your new apartment. Pinning ensues amongst other flustering events.

including: zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, thoma,

side comments: pure fluff! also, please buy your furniture second-hand and support small businesses! avoid fast furniture when you can (ikea) and make mindful purchases. let's briefly imagine a perfect world where ikea is ethical and sustainable.

extra: mentions and implications of marriage, gn reader, favourites: zhongli & kaeya word count: 1,784

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

Being the friend he is, Zhongli would happily accompany you.

He is the type to have his hands behind his back as he follows you around. Lingering close yet respectfully enough.

If you ask him for consolation, he will be honest in the most tender way possible:

"Ah... perhaps this colour will be more suitable considering the lighting."

"You did need a new couch, right? I believe you will like this one."

You blink and then your cart is full.

Zhongli's advice is acutely precise, however, expect to exceed your original budget by another ghastly $500.

Not that he suggests buying unnecessary items, rather, he suggests quality, material and construction.

Begins speaking a tad excessively about colour coordination and lightning.

He will help you lift any furniture parts if need be!

Gradually, the trip would become a joint effort by the two of you. As if you've been shopping and living together for years.

"Look at the dining table ( Name )," Zhongli commented. The lighting of the room glittered above, illuminating your face slightly as your hands glide over the wood varnish. "It's wonderful, isn't it? You'd be able to hold all the dinner parties you wanted."

You smile gingerly, and soon you are standing next to him by the kitchen sink. "Definitely, Childe would no longer have to sit on the floor."

Zhongli chuckles and you share a teasing grin. "At least we picked out a table already- much cheaper."

Zhongli raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Perhaps we can consider this one instead?"

"Personally, I think you should agree with him," spoke an employee- a soft-spoken elderly woman- "I remember when I first bought my fiancee's dining table- fun times!"

"Oh ma'am we're not-"

"Yes, my fiancee and I do agree," Zhongli gazes towards you're slightly flushed figure and smiles gently, "Yes dear?"

You blink for a few moments; gaining your footing before replying smoothly, "Why of course, how could I not love?"

You don't notice it, however, Zhongli shares a faint blush as he later pretends to cough in his fist.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

Childe has zero taste in furniture.

His mom would choose the furniture while he used his card.

Browsing through the showrooms and picking furniture is not how he would choose to spend his afternoon, however, he'll try for you!

In this case- it's the thought that counts.

If you need help reaching or lifting anything he'll do it readily.

Don't have a cart or bag? (There were lots) Childe will hold it all for you!

It becomes an inner competition to some extent to cover up for his obvious lack of skill in furniture and home design in hopes of impressing you.

“Excuse me young man, can you please reach the duvet covers for me up top?” asks a elderly man, an embarrassed smile gently plastered on his lips.

Childe turns his head towards the man and flashes a hearty grin, “Of course.”

With ease, Childe grabs the duvet set and hands it to him, “Ah, thank you,” the man pauses before speaking, his eyes in thought, “might I ask something?”

Childe blinks and replies, subtle curiosity beneath his lighthearted tone, “Go on.”

“Have you asked your partner out yet?

Childe fumbles a bit and the elderly man heaves a near boisterous laugh. "I'm taking that as a no, ay? Ah, young couples! I might not have the sharpest eyes anymore, but you've been lookin' at them since the kitchen showroom!"

Before Childe could express a response, the man pats his back and smiles. "Best of luck! I'm sure they'll say yes."

The man then ambles away and from a distance, Childe can see his small figure fade into the throng.

"Hey Childe! Are you alright?"

"Oh... um yeah!" prompted Childe, "Is there anything else you need?"

You shake your head, your fingers scrolling through the list you made, "That should be it. Are you sure you're okay? If you'd like I could hold the vase?"

Childe smiles while his bright blue eyes pool into yours, "No I'm good, let's head to check out."

The two of you saunter to the check-out counter side by side; bantering with each other. Childe's gaze never leaving yours.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑

Diluc is not well-versed in design and colour. However, he has a keen eye for both style, price and functionality, unbeknownst to him.

You were hesitant to ask him if he could accompany you as it is without a doubt that Diluc Ragnvindr is a busy man.

Diluc himself shared hesitancy for opposing reasons.

Diluc has lived with himself and has found his dwelling to be dull in comparison to the liveliness and hospitality your former apartment held. Thus, Diluc wondered if he could be of any help.

Nevertheless, you reassured him that you wanted company regardless of his skills.

Contrary to his words, Diluc was quite valuable, especially when navigating the place.

"I found the blanket you were interested in earlier, do you still want it?"

"The colour is rather flattering... but it is your choice! Um... please don't mind me."

"Do you need help?"

Diluc doubted his opinion, however, you found yourself agreeing with him several times.

You and Diluc were currently sitting by the opposite edge of a bed, your hands inches apart.

"A comfortable bed isn't it?" you bounce on the bed a little, a smile reaching your lips, "And the mattress is only $200, a king too! I can't believe you found this deal-"

Diluc does not hear your voice, it faded just as the lights mellowed and the sensations of the blanket against his calloused hands grew fuzzy.

"... Hey Diluc?"

"Ah, yes," Diluc coughs before asking, "I'm sorry what were you saying?

You smile, "It's all good! I was just explaining how I wouldn't need such a large bed for myself."

Diluc conveys a slightly puzzled expression, "How so? If you're worried about how to carry it into the apartment then you do know that I'll assist you-"

You shake your head fervently before replying, "Well thank you Diluc! But really you don't have to-"

"Oh no, I insist."

You smile winsomely before carefully replying, "It's just... me in the apartment. I'd understand if I was living with someone- but it's not worth it in my opinion."

Diluc pauses, contemplating before replying steadily, "I believe you deserve the mattress..." There is a tentative gap between his words before he follows up, "Perhaps I... ah never mind, let's get going. You wanted to eat at Chef Xianling's restaurant for dinner right? My treat."

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

So you invited Kaeya?

Expect relentless teasing and a carefree-complacent attitude.

However, as much as Kaeya is there for fun, he will readily assist you- not without a tease, however.

"Oh ho? Need my help?"

In regards to style and class... Kaeya can pull himself together.

However, similar to Diluc, there is a dullness to his home.

In fact, Kaeya rarely spends time in his own home: he bounces from place to place. Never lingering longer than is needed or comfortable. It is like an ever-present itch.

Yet, your home has become Kaeya's home too. Unbeknownst to you however.

It is natural for both of you.

Your home has become the longest place he has spent in. He has his space in your home, he even has a toothbrush holder and resident blanket; removing Kaeya from your home would cause an ineffable void.

Regardless of the previous facts, you genuinely invited Kaeya to come for help and company.

Kaeya makes the process entertaining! Instead of contemplating the price tags incessantly, Kaeya will smoothly subdue your worries by toying with the utensils and playing hide-and-seek in the mirror section all while slipping the item you wanted in the bag.

The two of you let loose; unwinding like children who innocently play in the kid's bedroom showhome despite being strangers to each other.

"Kaeya... do we really need this mirror?" you question dubiously.

Kaeya shares a winsome grin. "Why of course," he then gingerly places his hands on your shoulders and leans in slightly, "It holds a rather charming reflection, does it not?"

You gaze at him and sigh, "Charming? You always find ways to flatter yourself."

Kaeya merely smiles. The two of you peer into the mirror: the reflection of two souls gazing back all while Kaeya surmises.

It wasn't himself that he was referring to.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

You're in for a treat!

You will (quite literally) get ice cream afterwards.

Thoma possesses all the skills in the "art of making a home."

Need deals or a lower price? Thoma already has a list. What about colour and style? He has a magazine and Pinterest board ready. What about functionality and material? Don't fret! He knows all the washing labels and what goes best with your lifestyle.

Tell him the night before and he is packed and loaded.

Thoma is absolutely thrilled that you invited him.

Shopping for any household items is delightful for Thoma, even more so when the two of you are browsing through all the showrooms and inspecting each countertop.

His favourite section is the kitchen.

If you have a specific budget in mind, Thoma will ensure that not a dollar goes beyond it and he will keep you accountable as well!

However, staying within the budget while scouring the store takes a significant amount of time.

Hence, instead of another $100 added to the receipt, expect another three hours.

The two of you will heave a big sigh when you finally sit down in the car.

Nevertheless, it is all lighthearted and relaxing as the two of you reenacting imagining a space together.

"We'd set the tables over there-" remarked Thoma as he pointed his finger towards the dining table, "And we can house our pans here- it would be so since to have them hanging instead of in the cabinet."

"Browsing through the kitchens is always fun," added a mother, her arms cradling her baby, "Are the two of you living together?"

You chuckle and Thoma's cheeks grow rosy. You then reply amused, "Oh no, he's a friend of mine who I asked to come along."

The mother then shares an embarrassed smile, "Oh I'm so sorry! That was so wrong of me... if the two of you are looking for a hanging pan rack then I remember seeing an installation piece down in the marketplace."

"Thank you," replied Thoma, a smile pressed on his lips, "We'll be sure to check it out!"

As the mother saunters ambles away, Thoma mutters under his breath, "Maybe we should live together..."

"What was that?"

"Oh ah! Nothing," Thoma scratches the back of his neck before responding brightly, "Do you want me to write the rack on the list now?"

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Hey! I was wondering if you would be down to do the sicktember (I already know my autocorrect is going to hate this 😂) but day 27 I think. The one with Marina x reader and Carina is sick. If not I totally understand

Taking Care of Her

〖Summary: Carina is sick and not doing a great job at being a patient.〗

〖Word Count: 1.1k〗

〖Pairing: Marina x Reader, Sick Carina〗

〖Notes: I absolutely can! Sorry it took me so long to respond to this one, I wanted to make sure I could have the req with the post. If anyone else has any sicktember prompts they want finished I'll link the post here and you can let me know :)) Apologies for the title, it's late and I cannot think of anything better.〗

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“Carina, there’s no way you’re healthy enough to be here. Let me take you home, please.” You begged, hugging a clipboard to your chest as you watched your very sick girlfriend move about the on-call room. It was a slow day in the ER which left you time to chase her around instead of taking blood and treating patients. It also helped that April wanted Carina to go home as badly as you did. 

She had helped run clinic day with Maya and the rest of the crew of 19 a few days ago and had encountered the nasty flu that was going around. She’d actually been forced to deny one man a flu shot and sent him to the hospital to be evaluated by one of the ER docs. That night, she and Maya came home exhausted, making you regret not taking your day off to help them.

To make it up to them, you’d made them both a fancy bath with salts, candles, and scented candles. While they were relaxing in the bath you attempted to cook and when that failed you put in an order for the Italian place down the street. They had been incredibly thankful but Carina had practically fallen asleep in her plate of pasta, leading to an early night. 

The doctor had the next day off so you and Maya had gotten ready quietly around her and she was still asleep by the time the two of you got back that night. That was the first sign. 

There was evidence that she had gotten up, at least to eat lunch, but the fact that she would even consider sleeping the whole day worried you and your other girlfriend. The two of you let her sleep anyway, both of you hoping silently that she could fight off whatever was trying to take hold with a little extra rest. 

Of course, it didn’t. So here you were, trying to convince Carina that it was in her best interest to let you take her home instead of treating patients. There you were, blocking the exit to the on-call room prepared to shove Carina into a bed if that’s what it took. She had driven you there (a bad idea in hindsight) and you weren't sure how long it would take for Maya to get there to pick you up. 

“Y/n, I have mothers waiting for me preparing to push tiny humans out of their bodies. What they are preparing to go to is far worse than this little cold.” She insisted, bringing it back to the mothers yet again. Throughout the whole argument, she had stood firm that she needed to be fine because her patients were not. 

“Come on Car, you have to know that's a stupid point. What if you get them sick? What if you get the babies sick? Masks are great but they aren’t foolproof, what would happen then?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow at her. The woman’s face went a shade paler, something you didn't realize was possible, and she faltered slightly. 

“But, it's my job. Another doctor won't know them like I do, they won’t be able to…” She trailed off and raised a hand to her forehead, swaying suddenly. You rushed forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, quickly taking almost her complete weight as you sat her down on the bottom bunk of a bed. 

“Sweetheart, you’re sick. Let me take you home. Maya has the day off, we can watch movies and I’ll make you soup and we can get you feeling better. Please. You’re a biohazard.” You knew that last part would make her rethink her position which was exactly why you’d thrown it in. 

Carina dropped her head on your shoulder for a moment giving into the dizziness that you were sure she was feeling. 

“Please. Flu season has been bad, this will only get worse before it gets better.” As a nurse, you had been treating case after case of the flu several of them with severe enough symptoms that they needed to be admitted. You were used to rates going up during the winter but it was worse this year. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes, you rubbing Carina’s back as she carefully weighed her options. 

“Fine.” She finally said, lifting her head to look at you with glassy brown eyes. “I don't want to get the mothers sick.” You smiled, perfectly happy with that answer. You didn't care why she went home as long as she did. 

“Thank you.” 

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You stepped through the door to your home and were immediately greeted by a very worried-looking EMT. 

“Hey baby, come here.” Maya breathed, reaching out her arms for the shivering brunette bundled up in yours. She broke away from you and drifted toward the firefighter, tears already beginning to form in her eyes. You sighed quietly and pinched the bridge of your nose, wishing that you knew of a way to keep her from crying. She always got weepy when she had a fever and you hated that there was so little that you could do to help. 

“I made a little blanket fort on the couch or we can go lay down in bed, what do you think?” The blonde offered, stepping immediately into the role of caretaker. She was so good at that, even you, a nurse, had trouble with it when it came to the people you loved. For some reason taking care of strangers always came easier. 

“Bed.”

It took the two of you ten minutes to get her settled, she had refused the first three sets of PJs that were offered and wouldn’t lay down until Maya did. Once the blonde was in bed it seemed to signal to Carina that she was allowed to rest and quickly cuddled up against the firefighter. 

You flipped on the TV and handed the remote to your healthy girlfriend so that you could change out of your scrubs and into sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt. The shirt belonged to Maya, but the two of you frequently swapped clothes, so she didn’t mind. 

“Do you need anything Car? Some tea? A snack? Anything?” You offered, expecting the answer to be no. She shook her head, just as you thought she would, and reached over the EMT to grab the hem of your shirt. 

“Will you lay down with us? Just for a little while?” She croaked, sniffling softly. Her nose was running a little but she didn't seem to notice or care. You smiled and walked around to the other side of the bed so that she could be in the middle. 

Taking care of the doctor would never be an easy feat but you and Maya were more than willing to accept the challenge. Though you both were glad that she had such a strong immune system. That certainly helped. 

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Flufftober 35 with Alucard? Maybe a chubby reader, everyone likes a soft pillow :3

A/N: This was nice to write, I appreciate this type of ask ;A; I try to keep it neutral when describing reader normally (outside of the fact they're AFAB and fem!bodied) but I love reading/writing about a chubby girlie!! I hope you enjoy it!

"You're my new pillow" x Alucard

It didn’t take long for you and Alucard to become an item. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for longer than two minutes whenever you were around (and that already was pushing it. Trevor would know, he actively counted so he can prove a point.) He tried to stay ‘mysterious’ and ‘alluring’ – but that was hard to do when all he wanted to do was talk to you about anything and everything that came to mind. Whatever would occupy you enough to not leave, to stay with him. It was embarrassing–Or so he would have thought if he wasn’t too enamored with looking at you and your soft figure. It was a breath of fresh air, he thinks, seeing your curves soft and round, fats of your hips squishing from the edges of your pants. He wonders if you realize you would be revered as a goddess in ancient Rome and Greece–he hopes you do. He’d even dare say that the goddesses don’t hold a candle to you, round face with cheeks that squish up when you smile at him so sweetly, chubby fingers that fiddle with the edge of your skirt when you’re picking dirt off it after dragging too close to the muck. His hands itched to simply hoist you up himself so you didn’t have to walk around the mud. Whatever to make your life easier.

Trevor and Sypha were starting to feel bad for him–it was so obvious that he had fallen so deeply in love with you over the last few weeks and yet wouldn’t do anything about it (something about being a gentleman, whatever.) So without his knowledge, Sypha started having ‘girl time’ with you, trying to push you into asking him, even if just out to dinner. Literally anything to get you alone with him. You were terrified really, but decided to take the jump and ask Alucard out on a date, just a simple dinner at your place–you promised you cooked well (and you made well on that promise! He thought it was delicious!)

Alucard asked for your hand in courtship that night.

And here you both are, however many years later in the castle you’ve come to know as your home, cuddling on the love seat in the study that you begged him to bring in, you wanted to press yourself up close to him as he read (of course the big sap did exactly that). And Alucard still looked at you with the same adoration as he did the first time he laid eyes on you–with hearts in his eyes, hands squeezing the chub of your hips and roaming your soft belly–he wouldn’t have you any other way. He decided he wanted to get more comfortable after feeling your soft and warm skin–

“Adrian, what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but giggle, hands moving away from your lap to give the grown man more space (his legs were hanging off the loveseat) before running your chubby fingers through his blonde curls. The dhampir simply smiled, fangs poking out the sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes. “You’re more comfortable than the seat–so I’ve decided you’re my new pillow.” You laughed again, rolling your eyes playfully at your loving husband. There were days that you couldn’t look at yourself, wishing you’d be able to lose the extra fluff that you had–thinking that Alucard deserved someone more...fit. Skinnier. Prettier. But he always made such an effort so that you’d understand he’d never leave you for anyone else, that he loved you so much for who you are, and that the extra fat was just more for him to love. He reminded you every day in different ways of that. And you figured that right now, might be one of those ways. You did love seeing him so comfortable in your lap... “Hmm..” You hummed, looking over to the crackling fire in the hearth scratching at his scalp. “You seem a bit too long for my lap, dear.” He cracked an eye to look at you, knowing you were already poking fun. And he loved the apples of your cheeks rounding up on your face with your smile.

“But I’d rather be nowhere else, my love.”

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❍ ‗ Working out at home with Changbin ‗ ❍

Pairing : Changbin x f reader

Summary : chapter three of a cute standalone miniseries. It's what it says in the title

Genre/ Warnings : scenario/imagine/headcanon, drabble, fluff, clownery, suggestive but no smut

Word count : 570 words

A/n : none

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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Unless there's a specific preference on your part I highly doubt Changbin would pick a home, most likely without equipment, but still.

I also think it'd be a shitshow, no way that man is staying serious. Like, one thing is if he's alone or with his bros, then he'd be super concentrated on himself or/and whoever he's helping...but with a pretty girl who he is down bad for?

No, he's a hundred percent searching for excuses to touch you, steal kisses, annoy you or make you laugh.

"Okay how about every time you come back up I get a kiss?"

"And what am I gonna get out of it except distractions and energy waste?" he pouts, crossing his big arms.

"A kiss?"

"Mmh" you hum, unsure but hiding a smile. He follows you around the house.

"I'll hold your feet down?" he tries. You shrug, filling up your water bottle.

"The couch will do that, for free"

"Emotional support?"

"My headphones and Spotify can do that" he whined as you tried so hard to keep in your laugh.

Walking back to the living room and sitting down on the gym mat, he took an extra minute, just to come back with a bar of extra dark chocolate and shirtless.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock, not being able to keep in the laughter any longer.

"Is it suddenly Valentine's day?"

"You forced me to bring out the big guns..." he threatens as he easily sits down, cross legged, in front of you.

"Literally"

"How about three kisses and one piece of chocolate then repeat?" your rolled your eyes, still smiling.

"You couldn't wait to make out, after? Maybe in front of a nice movie?" he shook his head, placing the still-paper-wrapped bar on the floor next to him and resting his hands firmly on your feet.

"Listen if I have to work as a PT for free then I'm going to have some fun" he replied serious, then adding "Also it's gonna burn some more calories. And also, who said I'm not going to make out with you later?"

Honestly that's the best case scenario because at least you'd get a cute kiss as a reward but when he's truly bored...it's so over.

Maybe he wouldn't even directly be contributing to the work out but he'd just randomly enjoy pulling your hair jokingly as you're stretching, of course getting his whole bloodline cursed as a result.

"Seo Changbin I swear to god if you do that one more time-" and by the time you're done talking he's already running away witch-laughing like a maniac.

Or then again you could be minding your own business and he'd just sit comfortably on the couch (or worse literally next to you) and just start spitting the most out of pocket shit to distract you or make you laugh. Once again getting his whole bloodline cursed on, but laughing.

On the other hand, normal work out sessions where you'd both actually manage to get something done peacefully were also a thing. But yeah if you were in private you just kind of prefer to mess with each other.

And most times the torture would last even afterwards. Purposefully pinching or touching sore zones, teasing if something funny or embarrassing happened, making the other laugh when their whole body hurt. A whole circus, but that only adds to the fun <3

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Private Affair (Year One)

Chapter Four

A/N: this part is so much longer than I originally thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy reading it! Please let me know your thoughts. 🥹

t/w: blood and violence

Word Count: 8.3k

Freya was extra cautious as she descended into the valley below the citadel. After her run-in with Nathan, she continuously checked her surroundings and remained hiding in the shadows, not risking being seen by anyone else.

Nathan could’ve gone and told the other wingleaders or those above them that he caught not only two first years but two marked ones out after curfew, he had every right to not cover for her. Nathan didn’t owe Freya anything, let alone did he need to be breaking the rules himself by not reporting such a thing. There was a good chance his letting Freya continue going where she was headed was a decoy and that she and Xaden could be ambushed by their superiors, but Freya didn’t think that’s what was bound to happen.

Why did Nathan help her the way he did? What did he mean when he said there was something about her? And why did she feel like she could trust him? Those were just some of the questions that plagued Freya’s mind as she started walking through the valley, not having any idea where Xaden might be. But still, she shook her head free of the thoughts and continued on her way.

There wasn’t much of a path that Freya could make out in the dim moonlight, but she could see where some of the tall grass had been parted, as though someone or something walked through it recently. Apart from that small separation in the grass, there was no indication that anyone else was nearby. For all Freya knew, she could be unknowingly following after a deadly creature, but she couldn’t turn back now.

The Iakobos River rushed nearby and Freya decided to walk closer to it as she continued navigating the grass, but not getting too close. The moon just wasn’t bright enough for her to safely be able to tell where the bank of the river started and Freya wasn’t going to take any chances in letting her official cause of death be drowning in a river while sneaking out after curfew.

She continued walking for a few more minutes, starting to wonder if she was even near wherever Xaden had gone off to, then she heard the same low whistle he used to get her attention in the barracks just barely over the sound of the rushing water and knew she was going the right way.

After rounding a slight bend, Freya saw a large boulder a few feet ahead amongst a row of ancient-looking oak trees and leaning against it was Xaden. All the tension and anxiety Freya was feeling leading up until then seemed to disappear as Xaden looked toward her and smiled once their gazes met. Freya returned the smile then picked up her pace and jogged over to him, trying to stay mindful of the branches and stones that littered the ground but were hidden by the grass.

“You made it,” Xaden greeted as he stood up straight and stepped toward her, still smiling as she approached. “I was starting to think something happened.”

“Sorry, I got sidetracked,” Freya explained, not sure if she should mention that she’d been caught by Nathan or not. “Um, you didn’t see anyone on your way out here, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. Did you?”

“No, I was just making sure.”

Freya fell silent, hating that she lied but figured there was no need to worry Xaden about something she already handled. However, instead of responding right away, Xaden studied her for a moment and then raised his eyebrow at her skeptically.

“You’re lying to me, Fern,” he stated without hesitation. “Who did you see?”

Freya internally cursed herself. Of course, Xaden could still read her like a book.

“Nathan, our wingleader,” she sighed in defeat. “He caught me while I was sneaking through the courtyard.”

“Our wingleader!? Are you serious?”

“Yes, Xaden. But he, he let me go. I don’t know why he did, but I don’t think he’s going to do anything.”

Xaden groaned in aggravation as he ran his hand over his face and then held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “For fuck’s sake, Freya. I knew you could be naive sometimes but I didn’t think you’d be this bad on the first night here with trusting a damn wingleader!”

Freya’s mouth fell open at his words. There was only one other time Xaden had ever spoken to her like that and Freya hated it. She was taken off guard and when that happened, she tended to act impulsively. Without saying another word, she turned her back to Xaden and started walking back the way she came from.

“Where are you going?” Xaden called after her and Freya could hear him following.

“Back to the dorms,” she replied simply. “This conversation is over if you’re going to speak to me the same way you did when our parents were captured once Aretia fell. I’m not the one to blame just because you feel inconvenienced by something, Xaden. I’m your friend, not your verbal punching bag.”

Freya didn’t look at Xaden as she spoke, but she only made it a few more steps before his hand gripped her arm and spun her back around to face him.

“Freya,” he started, then paused. There were a lot of emotions flashing through his eyes, but the most prominent one Freya saw was regret. “You’re right. I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”

Freya took a deep breath.

“I’d say so.”

“Please don’t go, Fern. Again, I’m sorry. It just feels like everyone here is against us and it doesn’t make sense for a wingleader to just let you off with no repercussions. Not when they’re all so apprehensive of us because of these relics on our arms.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Freya asked. “We’re the outsiders, I’m aware. But you didn’t have that conversation with Nathan, I did. You know better than anyone I’m not going to trust just anyone here, let alone a wingleader. But he let me go, Xaden. He knew you were out here too and still let me go and didn’t follow. If we were going to be ambushed do you not think he would’ve done it by now? Why would he let us get this far?”

Xaden stayed silent for a moment, then nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“Why did you want me to come out here, anyway?”

“I wanted to talk. I, I missed you, Freya.”

At that, Freya visibly relaxed again once again. She always wondered if Xaden knew how strong his hold on her was.

“Then let's talk,” she responded softly, letting Xaden lead them back toward the boulder.

The two of them remained silent as they continued past the boulder toward the row of oak trees. Only the rushing water, the chirping of crickets and cicadas and their footsteps, as they walked through the grass, could be heard. They passed two of the trees but stopped at the third as Xaden leaned against a lower branch and turned to face Freya again.

“How are you, Fern?” Xaden asked.

Freya snorted.

“Between getting caught by our wingleader and how this conversation started, I was a lot better 20 minutes ago.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I haven’t seen you in three years. How are you doing? I know being here isn’t easy for you and you don’t have to pretend like it is. Not around me.”

At that, Freya dropped her gaze. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes as the reality of the situation she was in began setting in again. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but at least with Xaden, she knew she could without judgment.

“Not great,” Freya admitted, her voice cracking as she involuntarily let out a sob. “Today really fucking sucked, actually.”

“Freya,” Xaden started, then stopped as he stepped toward her and brought her into his embrace. Freya wasted no time wrapping her arms around his middle as she leaned against his chest, letting herself dwell on being back in the safety she always felt around her oldest friend.

After a few moments, the tears stopped, but neither of them let go.

“I hate crying,” Freya eventually said aloud.

“I know you do,” Xaden chuckled, then shifted his arms as Freya moved away so that she’d only be at arm's distance. “Gods forbid Freya Tarlor show emotion.”

“Only select people get to see me be vulnerable. You’re one of them, Riorson.”

“I’m honoured.”

“Whatever,” Freya rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh. “Don’t feel so special, the same can be said about Garrick. Speaking of which, why isn’t he here too?”

“I told him I needed to talk to you,” Xaden replied with a shrug. “Just us. It’s been too long.”

Freya nodded in understanding. Although she, Xaden and Garrick had always been a trio, Garrick acknowledged that she and Xaden were inseparable their entire lives, up until they were forced to be apart. No one knew Xaden or Freya like they knew each other.

“It feels surreal being here,” Freya stated. “Not considering that we have to be here or that I have you and Garrick, either. Just everything. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. Remembering everything Caden told me about this place, but being here under completely different circumstances than I ever thought I would, it’s a lot. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.”

“I don’t think there’s a proper way to feel about all of this,” Xaden explained. “Whatever you’re feeling is valid. Yes, you may have ended up in the rider’s quadrant regardless if Caden was still here, but he’s not. He was taken from you. Hell, from me too. You know he was the older brother I never had. Everything changed the day Aretia fell and you don’t have to justify how you’re feeling because of it. None of us marked ones do. But I know being here is especially hard on you because of Caden and I want to help..”

“Having you here is more than I could ask for already,” she told him with a small smile. “I mean it.”

“I know, but I worry about you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m ok. Well, as ok as I can be.”

Xaden nodded, but Freya knew her words didn’t resonate anything in him. He’d always worry about her no matter what.

“The last three years of not knowing if you were ok have been hell, Freya,” he confessed. “It drove me nuts not being able to talk to you. To check in with you. I just had to keep myself convinced that I’d be seeing you again until it was finally time.”

“And now here we are,” Freya spoke softly. “You kept your promise to me after all. You knew we’d both make it through those years to be together again. You found me.”

“That I did,” Xaden said, then smiled. “I’m not sure what I would’ve done if I didn’t.”

“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that then. We’re going to get through these next three years here, Xaden. Together. Me, you and Garrick are going to make it to Threshing and hopefully each bond with a dragon. And when that happens, there’s nothing more anyone can do. It doesn’t matter if they all expect us to fail or be killed because of who our parents were. We don’t owe them anything. We just have to survive.”

“You’re right. And we will. The odds are going to be so stacked against us, but, there’s not a single part that thinks we can’t overcome any challenge we’re going to face. And speaking of a dragon, I could be very wrong but, I don’t think Caden’s dragon has a rider right now.”

“You don’t?” Freya asked.

Xaden shook his head.

“No,” he answered. “I overheard someone say only four of the dragons we saw earlier were bonded, but not the green one. It makes sense too. Caden was a powerful mender. The bond he had with his dragon was incredibly strong, which is what made him so powerful. Your father's dragon died within a day of the executions because of how strong their bond was, your mother’s dragon was its mate and died too. The death of two dragons was already so significant, that everyone wondered what would happen with Caden’s dragon too. If I’m not mistaken, that dragon has hardly been seen over the last three years.”

Freya’s eyes widened in surprise as she processed everything she just heard.

“H-how do you know that?” She stuttered as her voice cracked. “I know my parents' dragons were mates, but no one ever told me what happened to them after they died. I asked and was never given a straight answer. How did you find that out?”

“I-,” Xaden started, then trailed off as he looked to the ground. “I know some people who told me.”

“Who?”

“Freya-.”

“Who, Xaden?” Freya asked firmly.

Xaden took a breath, then sighed.

“I can’t tell you, Fern,” he whispered.

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?” Freya questioned, raising her voice at him. “We’re talking about my parents. You can’t just keep things about them from me because you feel like that!”

“It’s not that simple! Freya, you know it’s not. I would never keep something like this from you if I didn’t think it was safer that you didn’t know. At least not yet.”

“That’s not fair for you to decide!”

“I know it’s not,” Xaden stressed. “But I just can’t tell you. I will eventually, I promise. Just not yet.”

“I don’t how you’re expecting me to trust you when I know you’re keeping something from me, Xaden,” Freya stated while trying to ignore the tears that began welling in her eyes. “If you’re not going to tell me who, then tell me this. Did the person who told you about my parents’ dragons know where I was for the past three years and tell you that too?”

Xaden sighed again but nodded.

“Yes, they did.”

“And you didn’t even try to get in contact with me. You know, for someone who claims to care about me you’ve got a pretty shit way of showing it. The Xaden I know would’ve never done that to me, he actually cared and would’ve wanted to make sure I was ok. He also wouldn’t have kept something about my parents from me. I’m starting to think he died Calldyr with them too.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” he stated. “I was blackmailed with your safety. I can’t go into more detail than that, but if I tried to contact you, I was told you could be targeted because of it. I wasn’t taking that chance. I knew you were safe with your foster family as was and that they were good to you. That’s all I needed to know. I found out about what happened to your parents and Caden’s dragons maybe a month ago as I was getting ready to come here. The person that told me knew I’d be seeing you and I guess they decided we should know that.”

Freya just shook her head. “This is so unbelievably cryptic.”

“I know it is, but please, Fern. You have every right to not believe or trust me with anything regarding this, but I need you to know that I’ve always had your best interest at heart and continue to do so. Please trust me.”

Once Xaden concluded his spiel, he and Freya just stared at each other not saying a word. It killed him not knowing what she was thinking, but after a few moments, Freya spoke up again.

“I trust you. Don’t get this wrong though, Xaden. I’m pissed. This isn’t fair of you, but my gut is telling me I can still trust you. You’ve never given me a reason not to.”

“And I won’t,” Xaden promised, visibly relaxing as he spoke. “You’re one of the most important people in my life, Freya. I never want to hurt you in any way.”

Instead of responding, Freya just nodded, making a few strands of her hair fall in front of her face as she did. She internally cursed herself for not braiding it again, already feeling annoyed with its full length that reached the middle of her back. However, before she could tuck the strands behind her ear again, Xaden was reaching up and delicately doing it for her.

“Your hair’s longer than it was before. I like it.”

Freya’s heart fluttered at his comment, but she tried to play it off.

“That’s what happens when you let it grow out,” she teased. “I was told I should cut it short before I came in here, but I couldn’t. I don’t like it short.”

“I like it long,” Xaden explained. “But you’ve always been beautiful regardless of your hair length.”

Instead of moving his hand away after tucking the strands of hair away, Xaden kept it at the side of Freya’s face, almost cupping her jaw, but was seemingly waiting for her to tell him that was ok. The gesture made Freya’s stomach do a flip and she was immediately taken back to the last night she and Xaden were together before being displaced.

“Don’t do this, Xaden,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

“Is it so bad that I want to?” He asked, making Freya flutter her eyes back open and be met by an intense gaze. “I missed you, Freya.”

“I missed you too, but-.” Freya started but cut herself off. “We can’t.”

Xaden leaned in toward her and Freya’s mind screamed at her to step away. But she couldn’t. She craved what was about to happen.

“If you tell me to stop, I will. Just say the word.”

Gone was Freya’s logic as she glanced at Xaden’s mouth, then back to his eyes. She felt so captivated that even if she wanted to say anything, there was no way she could. Instead, she leaned in closer as well and Xaden didn’t miss the window of opportunity he got.

His lips met Freya’s with force. It felt like he’d been craving the same thing and the way his arms wrapped around Freya to bring her closer made her believe that he did too. Feeling sparks was an understatement. What Freya felt was a tidal wave of pent-up emotion and sexual tension between her and Xaden finally washed away. Leading up to the peak of the rebellion, the two of them began messing around in secret. No one knew but them. It was an unhealthy outlet they both used to cope with everything that was happening. They’d slept together during their last night before being relocated but never put a label on anything because it didn’t matter if they were apart. Freya spent the last three years thinking about it. So did Xaden.

His hold on her tightened and Freya didn’t wait long to slide her hands over his chest and up to his shoulders before wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. Xaden moaned slightly when Freya’s right hand cupped the back of his head and tugged at his hair. The noise made her feel feral. She opened her mouth wider to allow Xaden more access and he wasted no time deepening the kiss.

However, that tiny voice in the back of Freya’s mind returned and it was mad. Dread washed over her as she remembered how bad of an idea making out with her best friend was and she took a step back in an attempt to move away. However, Xaden stepped toward her at the same time and their chests met.

“Xaden,” Freya said when she finally broke the kiss and stepped away again. But, with that step, the back of her foot got caught on one of the large exposed roots of the tree they were near, making her lose her balance and fall backwards. “Shit!”

The two of them were still tangled in each other’s embrace, there was no time for Xaden to prevent himself from going down with her. However, he quickly brought Freya close again then leaned to the side, angling his shoulder so that he would make contact with the ground first instead of her. Once that happened, the two of them rolled slightly and ended up with Freya lying directly on top of Xaden with their arms still wrapped around each other.

Freya’s head was against Xaden’s chest, but she quickly lifted her head to look at him with a startled expression. Once they made eye contact again, they both started laughing.

“Not exactly how I pictured that playing out,” Xaden was the first to speak again.

“Me neither,” Freya agreed while shaking her head, still chuckling. She fell silent shortly after that and looked away.

Xaden smiled as he watched her, but it fell when he realized she was trying not to look at him. “What’s on your mind, Fern?”

Freya sighed.

“We can’t do that again, Xaden.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re marrying someone else,” Freya told him. “I can’t do this with you if you’re never going to be mine.”

“Freya,” Xaden started but stopped when Freya rolled off of him. He propped himself on his arms and exhaled, hating the sudden lack of contact between them. However, there wasn’t much he could say, she was right after all.

“Her name is Cat, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“And when does the betrothal kick in?” Freya asked, even though she didn’t really want to know the answer.

“Her 20th birthday,” Xaden explained. “Next year.”

“Exactly.”

With that, Freya got up from the ground and started brushing the dirt and grass from her cloak. Xaden stood up too.

“Freya, the agreement for me and her to marry doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“But it changes many things,” Freya expressed her concerns. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you either, but I can’t pursue something that I’ll never have. It hurts too much.”

“But-.”

“No buts. Please, Xaden, don’t make this harder than it already is. Your dad always said we were soulmates when we were younger and I never thought he was wrong. However, it wasn’t until we were older that I started to think he meant platonically. And that’s ok. You’re still my best friend, but just that.”

“How can you say that if the two of us were never given a proper chance to be together?” Xaden questioned.

“If that’s meant to happen then it will,” Freya said with a shrug. “But for now, you’re not mine. And, I think I just need some time to process that for the rest of the night. I’m going to head back to the dorms.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

“You can walk with me back to the steps, but then we have to take turns going back up to the citadel. I don’t want to risk getting caught again.”

At that, Xaden nodded, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sway her on the topic. He and Freya stayed silent as they walked past the boulder and along the river again. There was so much both of them wanted to say, but it just wasn’t the time. Neither of them spoke the entire way back to the staircase that led to the courtyard.

“You go first,” Xaden spoke up once they reached the bottom step. “I’ll wait a few minutes then go too. There’s a larger stone to the right of the entrance to the dorms, move it to the left side of the walkway so I know you made it back without issue, please. You’ll know what stone I mean when you see it.”

“Ok, I will,” Freya nodded, then put her hood up and glanced at the steps she had to climb. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Freya took a step, but that was as far as she got before Xaden reached out to grab her hand so that she’d stop. She quickly looked back at him, wondering what he was doing, but all Xaden did was smile.

“Goodnight, Freya,” he said and squeezed her hand.

“Goodnight, Xaden,” she replied and squeezed his hand back before letting go and making her way up the steps.

When Freya reached the courtyard, she slipped into the shadows again as she continued toward the first year's living quarters. The courtyard was silent, but Freya was still hyperaware after her run-in with her wingleader earlier in the night and assumed he was still lurking nearby somewhere. Basgiath’s bells rang in the distance, indicating the beginning of a new hour and Freya exhaled.

“At least I haven’t been out a full hour,” she muttered to herself, remembering that she was still in her bed waiting for a sign from Xaden the last time she heard the bells toll.

She made it through the courtyard with ease, but Freya still sighed in relief when she saw the entrance to the dorms come into view. Once she reached the doorway, she looked at the ground to the right and spotted a perfectly round stone that was larger than the others it was amongst. Freya smiled as she bent down to grab the stone and move it to the left side of the walkway so Xaden would see, then quietly opened the door and went inside.

Once indoors, Freya looked both left and right to make sure she was still in the clear before heading left toward the women’s hall. She moved quietly but quickly as she made her way down the hall and sighed in relief when she saw the large door that would take her back to where the beds were.

However, while taking those last few steps toward the door, something shifted. The air suddenly got unnaturally cold as a breeze blew by, to the point that it made Freya shiver, even in her heavy cloak. She knew there was something odd happening, so she stopped and spun around. At first, she was met by the darkness of the hallway, but then her eyes focused on the figure of someone leaning against the wall, who was just barely visible in the moonlight that shone in from a nearby window. It was Nathan.

“Goodnight, Freya,” he said as he stepped back into the shadows, then he was gone. The temperature returned to normal and Freya was left speechless. However, she brushed it off and quickly made her way into the barracks so she could finally go to sleep.

~*~

Freya heard a shuffling noise from nearby but kept her eyes closed. She refused to believe it was time to wake up already, especially since she only got maybe four hours of sleep following her meeting with Xaden. It was just too soon.

The shuffling sounded again, but this time it seemed closer and that’s when Freya thought that maybe it was nearing time to way up. She blinked her eyes open, expecting to be met by sunlight pouring in from the windows, but it was still fairly dark out. The sun was just beginning to rise. Confused, Freya sat up and looked over at Nova’s bed to see her still asleep and was left feeling even more puzzled.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a female voice spoke up from behind Freya, making her jump. But before Freya could even look at the person, they quickly wrapped a rope around her neck and pulled it tightly, choking her.

Panic took over as she instinctively reached up to remove the rope from her neck, but it was no use. The female cadet only pulled tighter, making it impossible for Freya to breathe.

“That relic on your arm makes you a liability to the quadrant. I’m just doing what someone else would’ve inevitably done.”

Freya desperately tried to inhale, but just couldn’t. Her fighting against the rope only made it worse and it wasn’t long before her vision started getting blurry. The cadet yanked again, which resulted in Freya being pulled from her bed and landing on the ground with a thump, the rope not loosening even slightly. However, the thump Freya made when she hit the ground was enough to stir some others awake.

“What’s going on?” Nova asked as she tiredly blinked her eyes open, then gasped when she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. “Freya!”

“Don’t interfere,” another female cadet with blonde hair spoke up from behind where Freya was struggling on the ground, then stepped forward and pointed a dagger at Nova threateningly.

Nova looked at the girl questioningly as she stood up, then wasted no grabbing the girl's wrist and knocking the dagger out of her hand. The two of them engaged in one-on-one combat, but it was obvious Nova had the upper hand. Freya made a mental note to tell Nova how badass she was, well, if Freya survived she would.

On top of her increasingly blurring vision, Freya started feeling lightheaded at the lack of oxygen she was getting, but she still tried her best to get free. Then, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

“Freya, your boot!”

It was the same words Nova said to her before she went onto the parapet, but it didn’t sound like Nova, it sounded like Bennett. Regardless, Freya did glance at her boots which were neatly tucked under her bed just an arm's length away, and then it clicked. She had a dagger in one of those boots.

Acting fast, Freya reached for her left boot, and sure enough, the dagger that once belonged to Caden was right where she left it. Without a second thought, she switched the blade open and jammed it back into the cadet’s shoulder as hard as she could.

The girl cried out in pain and let go of the rope as she reached up toward her injury. Freya kept her grip on the dagger and yanked it out of the girl’s shoulder as she rolled away, pausing only to take a deep breath so she could fill her lungs with the air they required. Unsurprisingly, she coughed as she was finally able to breathe. Freya tried to ignore the fact that this was the second time in one night she was left breathless, but not in a good way.

However, Freya was still in defence mode and quickly stood up while still trying to catch her breath. The other cadet didn’t stand though and that’s when Freya noticed how much blood she was losing from the stab wound.

“Someone help me get her to the healer’s quadrant, now!” The blonde cadet yelled as she rushed past Freya and helped her attacker stand up. More girls surrounded the scene and looked at each other unsurely. Then one other cadet stepped forward to help them. Of course, it was Amber Mavis.

Freya watched, still taking deep breaths but she was at a standstill. The cadet that attacked her was fighting to keep her eyes open as she was carried away by the other two.

“Freya,” a voice spoke up softly from behind her. She was met by Nova and Bennett when she turned around to face them.

“I didn’t mean to cause that much damage,” Freya stated and took a shaky breath, the first one that was unrelated to her trying to breathe again but was rather a result of the emotions washing over her. “Oh, Gods, what if she dies because of me? On the second day?”

“Freya, she showed no remorse in attempting to murder you,” Nova told her firmly.

“You acted in self-defence,” Bennett chimed in. “You would be dead on the ground right now if you didn’t fight back.”

“I know, but still,” Freya stressed. “It’s kill or be killed in this place, but fuck, I didn’t think I’d crack already.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Nova assured, then pulled her in for a hug. Freya immediately returned the gesture. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

By the time Freya, Nova and Bennett returned to the barracks, most of the room was cleared out. It was time for breakfast so they were able to change into their uniforms in peace. Once changed, neither of them spoke a word as they all glanced at the now spotless floor, clean of the blood pool that was there about thirty minutes prior. A feeling of dread overcame Freya as she took a deep breath, then followed the other two out of the dorms and toward the gathering hall.

Freya didn’t have much of an appetite, but still took a plate of breakfast. She knew that she needed to force herself to eat something if she wanted to stand a chance on the sparring mat later that day. When she turned around, it didn’t take long for her to spot Xaden and Garrick where they sat at the end of a table, separated from the other first years that sat nearby.

“You go talk to your guys,” Bennett spoke up from where they stood next to Freya. “We’ll catch up with you later.”

“Yeah,” Nova said. “They’re going to want to know what happened.”

“Ok,” Freya replied. “Thank you, both of you. I’ll see you two at formation.”

Nova and Bennett smiled, then went on their way. Freya watched them go, then let her gaze fall back on her boys. She took a deep breath and headed towards them.

The tight-fitted tunic Freya wore as part of her uniform didn’t cover enough of her neck to hide the very noticeable bruise the rope left. It looked like a choker in a way minus the redness and swelling. She felt numerous pairs of eyes watching her as she walked down one of the aisles between tables and knew exactly what they were looking at. Freya hated the attention she was getting but tried to not let it get to her as she let her eyes scan the tables of people once again before they fell on someone, in particular, sitting at a table toward the back of the room with all the other wingleaders and section leaders.

Nathan watched her like a hawk and Freya could feel herself stiffening under his gaze. He was studying her and Freya hated it. She still didn’t understand what his deal was. However, the two of them held eye contact until a voice stole Freya’s attention away.

“What the hell happened?” Garrick asked, and Freya quickly glanced toward him and Xaden, who both stood up as she approached.

“Hey,” she greeted them sheepishly. “And nothing to worry about. Just an incident in the barracks this morning.”

“Just an incident, my ass,” Xaden said, then walked right up to her. He didn’t care who saw as he gently touched the side of her and ran his thumb over the bruise. Freya flinched as he touched the sensitive area, making his heart sink. “Who did this to you?”

“A female cadet,” she whispered in response. “Just as I was waking up. Can we sit down, please? People are staring.”

Xaden nodded, then led her back to the table so she could join him in sitting across from Garrick. Once they were seated, Freya filled them in on everything that happened.

“So, you don’t know if she’s dead or not?” Garrick asked, to which Freya just shook her head. “Gods. Whether she is or not, that could’ve been you, Fray.”

“I know, but it’s not,” Freya murmured, then poked at her breakfast with her fork. “She could be dead for all I know and I’m the one that caused it.”

“After she tried to brutally murder you,” Xaden reminded. He was dead silent while Freya told him and Garrick what happened, it was obvious he was fuming. “If anything, she had it coming. You didn’t have another option, Freya. It was that, or you died.”

“I know but, would it have happened if it wasn’t for this damn relic on my arm?” She snapped, making the other two fall silent. Freya took a breath to calm herself. “Listen, I know you’re both trying to help and I appreciate it, but I’m allowed to not feel relieved that I may have killed someone for the first time even if it meant saving my own life.”

The boys nodded.

“You’re right,” Garrick agreed. “Sorry, Freya. We didn’t mean to overstep.”

“It’s alright. Again, I know the two of you are just looking out for me. But, I need to process everything that happened to me this morning on my terms.”

“We understand,” Xaden stated, then glanced down at Freya’s almost full plate and decided to use that as a way to change the topic. “You should eat more of your breakfast, Fern.”

“I’m trying,” Freya muttered. “Not overly hungry.”

“I know, but it’s almost time for formation. Please, eat some more. For me?”

Freya glanced toward Xaden and smiled, silently agreeing to eat more before they had to go.

“For me?” Garrick repeated in a high-pitched voice, mimicking what Xaden had just said. “The two of you are so obvious with the blatant flirting sometimes.”

“Shush,” Freya chuckled in response, a blush burning at her cheeks. However, she didn’t play into his teasing. Instead, she placed a small bit of egg on her fork and then flung it toward her friend’s head. Unsurprisingly though, Garrick caught the egg in his mouth with ease then looked at her with a pointed gaze.

“Nice try, Tarlor. Now eat the rest of your damn food.”

Once breakfast was over, Freya, Xaden and Garrick all made their way to the courtyard for formation. When they arrived, Freya joined her squad, standing next to Nova in the back right corner of their area while Xaden took the spot of his squad’s area that would have him closest to Freya again. Garrick stood on his opposite side.

Freya zoned out when a scribe began naming off those on the death roll. Since the names on the death roll included those who died crossing the parapet and everything after, the list was rather long. Freya tried listening but struggled to focus. Among the names that were said, Freya knew one was the girl that fell off the parapet right away and another was the boy who fell off the parapet right in front of her. It was crazy to her that she didn’t even know their names.

“Cecily Walters,” the scribe listed off the last name on the list. “May we commend their souls to Malek.”

“Oh, Gods,” Nova whispered, then looked over at Freya sympathetically. “Cecily was the girl that attacked you.”

Freya could feel the colour draining from her face as she processed Nova’s words, but remained silent. She disassociated soon after and didn’t listen to anything more that was said during announcements.

Most of the day following formation went by in a blur. Freya’s head noticeably wasn’t where it needed to be during classes and she increasingly became more annoyed with herself because of it. She hardly paid attention during History and Battle Brief and somehow made it through both without getting called on to answer a question. Then, before she knew it, it was time for Gym.

Once changed into her fighting leathers and with her hair pulled back in a tight crown braid, Freya walked through the large gym that took up the majority of the first floor of the academic wing with Bennett. Most of the first years stood on one side while the second and third years stood on the other. Between them, amongst 20 or so mats, people were sparring with one another.

Freya joined the first years standing on the sidelines watching and letting her eyes scan over the various mats. Most opponents seemed evenly matched with one another from what she could see. On a mat a few feet over to her left, Nova circled another first year. Her opponent, a male cadet was noticeably larger than Nova, but it was obvious he didn’t anticipate how quick she could be. The boy took one swing at her, which Nova dodged easily, before swiftly ducking under his arm and grabbing ahold of it. She then twisted the cadet's arm behind his and pulled. He yielded soon after that.

Despite only knowing Nova for just barely 24 hours, Freya expected such an outcome. She knew Nova was a force to be reckoned with.

“You and you next,” Professor Emetterio said while pointing at two more first-years to be on the mat next. “Remember, we’re just assessing today. No need for any casualties or severe injuries, but also show off what you can do.”

Freya continued scanning the mats and it was then that she spotted Nathan sparring in one of the back corners. He was smiling while talking to his opponent with dark skin and black hair as they circled one another. As Freya observed, she got the impression that the two knew each other well. Then she realized Nathan’s opponent was her section leader, a man named Finn.

The two circled a few more times and that’s when Freya found herself letting her gaze trail down Nathan’s body, respectfully. He was shirtless, showing off just how fit he was and Freya could not look away from his chest and abs. He was stunning, to say the least, and for some reason, Freya found herself blushing just watching him.

“If you’re done gawking at our wingleader, you might want to check out this match over here,” Bennett suggested, making Freya jump. They laughed at her, then nodded toward a mat opposite Nathan’s where Xaden and Garrick were facing off. Shirtless, of course. “Not sure how you’re ‘just friends’ with those two men right there.”

Freya knew what they were referring to and she couldn’t argue it. Xaden and Garrick were both attractive men. She didn’t miss the way they smiled while taunting each other on the mat, either, but tried to ignore the sweat glistening on both of their upper bodies thanks to how hot it was in the gym. Then, Freya’s gaze fell onto just Xaden and she saw the playful glint in his eyes before he finally took a swing at Garrick. The two of them got a few good hits on one another, Freya didn’t know which one would yield first. Then, Xaden ducked an incoming right hook from Garrick and swiftly kicked Garrick’s legs out from underneath him, making him fall backwards onto the mat. Once on the ground, Xaden quickly pulled Garrick into a headlock, forcing him to yield. A victorious smile stretched across Xaden’s mouth, then he looked up and somehow met Freya’s gaze through the crowd. When their eyes locked, that smile grew as he winked at her.

Freya rolled her eyes and shook her head, making sure Xaden would see before she looked away, hoping her cheeks weren’t as noticeably red from the blush she felt continuing to burn them. Then, she let her gaze drift back to Nathan’s mat just as Finn yielded in response to the way Nathan had him pinned on the ground with his arm twisted behind his back. Nathan smiled at his victory but was quick to help his friend stand back up. Once they started moving away from their mat, Nathan looked toward Freya.

Her immediate instinct was to look away, but she didn’t and neither did he. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Nathan smirked, and then nodded in her direction.

“You and,” Professor Emetterio’s voice snapped Freya out of the little trance she’d fallen into as he chose two new opponents to face off. “You.”

He’d just selected two more first years to spar, both female and as they stepped onto the mat in front of her, Freya noticed that one of them had a relic mark just like hers.

The girl was shorter than Freya and not very muscularly built with long brown hair and tanned skin. She looked terrified of being on that mat against someone much larger than her.

“Use speed to your advantage,” Freya said under her breath as the two girls circled each other and the girl with the relic ended up standing nearby. The way she quickly glanced over her shoulder in Freya’s direction was enough proof that she’d heard her. “Don’t let the size difference scare you.”

The girl nodded and Freya watched as she dodged punches and kicks with ease. After a few more hit attempts, her opponent seemed to get a bit winded and that’s when the girl with the relic struck. She swung her right fist into the other cadet’s stomach with enough force, that they hunched over in pain. Then, the cadet with the relic pulled the other girl down to the ground in a headlock of sorts and tightened her arms. The other girl yielded soon after.

Both girls got up after the mat, then joined the first years once again. However, the girl with the relic stopped before she could pass Freya.

“Thank you,” she said with a nod. “I needed the reinforcement. I’m Amira.”

“Freya.”

“I know,” Amira replied with a smile. “Thanks again.”

Freya blinked as she watched Amira go. She could’ve sworn she’d never seen the girl before, but somehow Amira knew who she was. It was an odd feeling to have, however, Freya’s thoughts were sidetracked when Xaden and Garrick joined the first year’s side while Nathan stood amongst the second and third years just a few steps behind.

She found herself glancing between Xaden and Nathan again and felt silly with how obvious she was probably being, but at least neither of them was looking at her. Well, until Professor Emetterio pointed at her and spoke up again.

“Alright, you and,” he trailed off looking around for someone to pair her up with. A wave of anxiety washed over Freya as she stepped forward, but she didn’t let herself get too in her thoughts as she stepped onto the mat, seemingly at the centre of attention all of a sudden. Emetterio took his time choosing Freya’s opponent and it began to stress her out. Then she noticed Nathan watching her as leaned toward a male second-year, who nodded at whatever Nathan said and then stepped forward to the front of the group. “Ah, yes, you.”

As if on cue, Emetterio chose the very tall, very muscular man who just stepped forward as her match, making Freya’s heart fall into the pit of her stomach. She immediately looked at Nathan again, knowing that this had been his plan, but he just looked back at her with an unreasonable expression that infuriated her. However, she wasn’t the only one who noticed Nathan’s plotting against her.

“Our wingleader is setting her up,” Xaden spoke to assumedly Garrick, Freya couldn’t look over her shoulder to confirm as she and the second year began circling one another, but she knew it was Xaden’s voice. “What is his problem?”

It was hard for Freya to focus on her opponent while hearing the chatter around her. It wasn’t just Xaden talking, others were speaking about her in general and it was distracting. Then, she found herself thinking about the advice Caden used to give her about blocking the outside noise. Their words could only get to her if she let them.

Pausing briefly, Freya took a deep breath to help centre herself. Unfortunately, that was enough of her letting her guard down. She was soon met with a harsh right hook as her opponent's fist came in contact with her jaw.

Freya gasped, and so did others around her following the hit. She looked back at the boy with wide eyes as the unpleasant metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, then spit some out.

“Relax,” Emetterio warned. “We’re just assessing today. There’s no need to injure another, Jasper.”

“I won’t go too hard on her,” the boy, Jasper, replied with a smirk. “Looks like someone tried to take her out already based on that bruise around her neck.”

That was enough to set Freya off. She didn’t respond, just started attacking. Her kicks and punches were strong and fast. They were enough to take a toll on Jasper. She needed to beat him down a bit and after one particularly hard knee to the stomach that left him hunched over in pain, Freya thought she finally had him. And she did until she noticed Xaden walking around the mat with a look of pure anger on his face. His eyes were set on Nathan, and that made Freya go still as she watched the scene unfold.

“Xaden, don’t,” were the only words Freya could get out before she was met with a fierce blow to the stomach. This time it was she who hunched over in pain and Jasper capsized the opportunity. He grabbed Freya’s left arm, the one she was using to hold her stomach, then flipped her over his back. A groan left Freya’s mouth as she came in contact with the hard surface face first, and soon Jasper began twisting her arm at an ungodly angle as he placed his knee against her back to hold her down.

“Yield,” he yelled while twisting her forearm tighter.

“No!” She yelled back and tried to get out of his hold, but it was no use. Jasper had her pinned. Then, she glanced up to see Xaden and Nathan talking.

“Yield!”

Except they weren’t just talking, instead they were getting into each other’s faces to the point that Xaden even shoved Nathan. Freya wanted to yell at them, but she couldn’t. All she could muster was another distressed yell.

“Yield, Freya!” Garrick called to her, but she still didn’t listen.

Freya continued resisting Jasper, only causing herself more pain in the process as she glanced upward again. Both Xaden and Nathan were looking at her and seemed like they might intervene, but it was too late. The next sounds to be heard were a sickening crack coming from her arm, and Freya crying out in anguish.

[minsungjinho]

restricted - Hyunjin x Reader

18+ MDNI ~ feedback always appreciated also let me know if I should make a part two word count: 9.1K genre: strangers to lovers, travel situationship warnings below the cut

warnings: cock warming, choking, pet names, dom!hyunjin, body worship(?), swearing, after care, unprotected sex (wrap your willys), fainting, rope play, rope binding and restricting, odontophilia aka biting, degrading kinda, the opposite of pulling out (please dont), orgasm control, lots of dirty talk, let me know if I missed any :3

Your skin was feverishly hot. Cheeks and ears bright red at the exposing position this crazy artist had you in. Naked, like completely bare, tied, and shaking from the knees at how long you’ve been there. How did you even get into this mess in the first place?

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Bills were due once again, and just after barely catching up to last month's expenses you found yourself in quite the predicament once again. Your part-time job wasn’t enough to cover all of your bills, let alone put food in your fridge. College + Working + Trying to work on your own hobby = completely broke. 

You requested extra hours at work, but you were only able to add a couple of hours to various shifts which wasn’t going to cut it. You reached out to your school, perhaps there was a way to make money there such as working in the cafeteria, cleaning classrooms, or picking for trash in the common grounds. Another dead end, realizing how many other students were in the same boat as you.

You left your number on the bulletin board of the office after asking for work through the college, hoping maybe someone would need help with something, anything that could keep you from being borderline homeless. You took the long way home, strolling through parks and neighborhoods trying to sift through your thoughts on extra ways to make money. 

It was another night of ramen and frozen broccoli, two cheap foods that never go bad. You were scrolling all sorts of job apps, even Facebook pages for people that need extra help around town. You tapped away at the screen all night. While eating, while bathing, and getting ready for bed- until you fell asleep. 

The next three days were classes in the morning, a part-time job in the evening, and endless scrolling on your phone once you got home at night. It felt hopeless, and unimaginably useless to try and keep living by yourself without help from your family. You were ready to throw in the towel and move back home. 

It wasn’t until the following day that you saw a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, a hail mary, or a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity- you could call it. A fellow artist in your painting class had overheard some upperclassmen talk about an artist at the school who was recruiting a model but with very specific requirements. Has to be this tall, that build, these colored eyes, this colored hair, and so on and so forth. 

You were able to find the artist who was requesting a model through crowd-sourcing around campus. He was rarely at the school, only for a select few classes that were mostly one-on-one with the professor. He was already famed for his skill and most especially his parents. Photographers with more experience and ability than almost anyone else in the world. They were retired, of course at an early age like most achieved artists, but apparently very intent on making their only son a prodigy of the arts as well. 

That night you set up a small corner of your apartment with a white sheet backdrop, taking headshots and pictures of your body’s shape- clothed obviously. You figured if you were going to indulge in his request while knowing how picky he is, you might as well be prepared. You printed them out the next morning at the school's library, arriving extra early so no one would see your weird attempt at a modeling resume. 

Watching out the window as the pictures printed you noticed a man walking into the building, a large bag in hand with a coffee in the other. He walked tall, muscularly lanky, and yet handsome as hell. His dark brown hair came down to his shoulders, slicked back without gel as if he were born with that hairstyle. Putting the pieces together, you remembered the description of the talented artist and bolted out of the library with your pictures in hand. 

Extraordinary good looks? Check. Luscious brown hair and plump lips? Double check. A toned yet skinny body? Tall? For sure. You knew it was him, Hwang Hyunjin, the son of the most talented photographers out there. You raced through the mostly empty halls, hoping to catch him before his classes. Bolting up the stairs, you make your way toward the Fine Arts wing of the campus, finding him waiting outside of a studio's door.

He was sipping his coffee, presumably an iced Americano judging on the color. It wasn’t until he could hear your panting breaths from running that he noticed you, judgementally looking you up and down before you spoke. 

“You’re.. Looking for a model.. Right?” You managed to squeak out in between breaths. 

He removed his lips from the straw of his drink, and man was everyone right about how plush they were. He nodded, accepting the freshly printed pictures you offered him and thoroughly examining them. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but almost looking through the pictures- seeing the potential you have and what he could do with a body like yours. 

He looked at you, inspecting your features, how long your legs were, if your chest was too big or too small, how far apart your eyes were from the bridge of your nose, the width of your hips, all of the things that would make you uncomfortable if you hadn’t known he was an artist. 

“Let me think about it.” That was all he said to you within the three-minute exchange. Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words, feeling silly that he would blindly accept your offer. It wasn’t as if you were expecting a flat-out yes, but you weren’t mentally prepared for this outcome.

You took a page from him, flipping it around and writing your number on the back of the picture along with your name. “I’ll do anything.” You pleaded. “Just let me know.” You handed the print back to him before flashing a weak smile, having to look up in order for him to see you due to the height difference. 

You walk past him through the art wing, opening the last door at the end of the hallway- which was the room for painting classes where you were spending most of your time this semester. You flipped the lights on, letting the door close behind you with a soft thud. The room was never locked, and even though you didn’t have a class until much later in the morning you decided to get some work done in the hope of finishing a project early. 

You took your apron off of its hook, wrapping and tying the string around your waist. It was a cooler day, the middle of autumn, so you decided a nice thick sweater would be a good option for your outfit. It didn’t flatter you though, it didn’t indicate how thin of a waist you had or the hourglass shape that hid underneath. 

You pulled your hair into a messy bun, letting the fallen strands hang with little to no care. You had walked over to your easel, looking at the work you had done the day before. You were about to walk over to the sink and counters, getting everything you needed to start painting before the door opened behind you. 

It was him, the famous, dreamy-looking man who was walking over to you with a serious expression. “What does ‘anything’ mean to you?” He asked once getting only two or three inches away. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, head cocked slightly to the side with interest. 

“Anything means anything.” You state, feeling a bit intimidated at how fast he came toward you. “If you want me to jump into the lake in this freezing weather just to prove myself, I will. If you want me to dress like a clown, I will. If you want me to-” 

“That’s not what I mean, darling, what I’m thinking of has nothing to do with proving yourself.” He backs away from you after his interruption, leaning against a cabinet. “I’m assuming you don’t know what kind of art I do.” Hyunjin crosses his arms and eyes you up and down once more.

“Well, I know you mainly use charcoal as your medium.” You start, feeling embarrassed that you didn’t actually know that much about him. “I’ve seen some of your paintings too, but that's about it.” You copy his motions, crossing your arms as he nods his head. 

“Nude. I do nude charcoal drawings and nude paintings.” He grins as he watches your face change color. This was unbeknownst to you, no one had said anything about this when you asked all around about this guy. You shake your head at the embarrassment, shoving it from your mind. 

“That's fine, that still sits under the category of ‘anything’.” He looks at you with an amused expression, running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting it with a smile. 

“Mmm, okay.” He puffs his chest and lifts his body back into a straight standing position. “This weekend then, the location is a bit far away but I’ll drive us there.” You uncross your arms, letting them fall to your sides as you hear his approval. 

“Before that though, I’m going to text you some examples of my work. If it’s something you think you can handle, then send me your banking info and I’ll send the first half of your pay.” He was still grinning, an egotistical one that he actually seemed to deserve based on his looks alone. 

You nodded in response, still taking in and processing everything he said. He walked toward the door, opening it halfway before turning back to look at you. “You look good in that apron.” Was all he said before closing the door behind him. 

In complete shock and disbelief, you sit in the closest chair you can find while trying to take in all of the info. “He actually said yes.” Was all that ran through your brain for the rest of the day, excitedly awaiting for his text. 

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Your classes were completed today, and you didn’t have a shift at your part-time job so you rushed home to eagerly pack some of your belongings for the trip in two days' time. Once you packed almost all of your necessities, you hopped in the shower and basked in the warm water that steamed up the whole room. 

A ding could be heard from your bedroom where your phone was charging, causing you to hastily finish your shower and rush to check if it was from Hyunjin. To your surprise, he sent over 15 pictures of his work, most of them charcoal drawings but some were paintings too. You open the message fully, finally able to see the detail in his work but not even getting past the second painting before the realization hits you. 

Every single woman in these paintings is in a sexual position, either from a man’s point of view in the bed or a bystander. You keep scrolling through the photos, seeing women handcuffed to a bed or being bent over a table, all of it is lewd and makes you want to clean your eyes with soap. The only thing reassuring about these pieces of art was that each woman seemed to be having a great time, or at the very least comfortable. 

You pondered the situation for quite some time, taking the night to mull over what kind of model shoot this actually is, and if it’s worth it. You woke up late in the morning, your alarm not going off from the lack of classes you were attending today. You sit up in your bed, only an oversized teeshirt covering your upper half as you rub your eyes. 

Picking up your phone, you see two texts. One from your landlord, and the other from Hyunjin. You open the message from your landlord first, which ultimately stated that your rent money better be sent to him by Sunday or there would be a problem. You sighed and slumped back into your bed, knowing you were out of options.

You opened Hyunjin’s text, which only read “well?”, and nothing else. You kicked your feet into the bed, knowing you might regret accepting his offer- but doing exactly that. You sent over your bank info, mentally punching yourself in the face. 

Within minutes you got a notification that money was sent to your account, your phone slipping from your hand at the insane amount he wired over. You texted him immediately, asking if he made a mistake- and he plainly texted back that he didn’t. If this was the first half of your pay- you might be able to pay three months' worth of rent once the job was finished. 

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You were in the car viewing the trees that had finished changing color and were now shedding their leaves. Quiet music played, and very few words were exchanged. It was about two hours away, deep into the middle of nowhere. You started feeling anxious, wondering if you made a mistake and perhaps he was actually a serial killer.

“My parents bought this cabin a few years ago but have only used it a handful of times,” He started, one hand on the wheel and the other holding his head with an elbow propped on the edge of the car door. “It felt like a waste, so I’ve sorta commandeered it to be my own studio.” This explanation eased some of your nerves but brought up more questions you wanted answers to. 

Why did you start doing art? When did you start to take it seriously? Why charcoal? What would you be doing if not art? Is the cabin nice? Where do you get your looks from? Why use a live model rather than images online? Why choose me? 

His answers were plain, very little thought put behind them. 

Around the time I turned 4. When I turned 10. I like the way it feels in my hands. Probably some entry-level job. Very. Definitely my mom. Reasons. You’re beautiful. 

By the time you had ended your questionnaire, you were pulling into a long driveway, secluded from any other cottages or homes in the area. You felt the redness of your ears lingering from his compliment towards you. Once the trees slipped from your view, the car was pushed into park in front of a beautiful, modern, yet homey log cabin. You couldn’t help the muttering of your amazement as you exited the car. Hyunjin pressed a button on the dash, the trunk of the SUV opening for him to grab your bags and his. 

You couldn’t contain your excitement to see the inside, practically jumping up and down as he entered the passcode with the buttons on the electrical door lock. He opened the door and let you enter first, a small chivalrous gesture that you would remember. You slipped your shoes off in the doorway, taking in every detail of the way the walls were shifting slightly, the windows that were ever so slightly dusty from the lack of living in the goddamn house. You understood why people had vacation homes, but part of it felt so foreign and useless to you. 

The cabin seemed to be two stories high, with a basic living area, half bathroom, kitchen and dining space downstairs, and bedrooms on the second. The first floor was very much an open concept, with no walls separating the rooms as the wooden floors ran their course through its entirety. There was very little furniture, which you expected for a house that wasn’t very lived in. A basic leather couch facing a TV mounted on the wall adjacent to it, a small dining room table with a bowl of fake fruits, and no small appliances or decor on the kitchen countertops.

Once you found the stairs leading to the second floor, you gestured at them as Hyunjin came into your sight- making sure it was okay to proceed. He nodded, tagging along right behind you with the bags in hand. You opened each door, finding two bedrooms, a master bathroom, and an office turned into an art studio. Neither bedroom looked used at all, each piece of furniture placed perfectly like an IKEA storefront. 

He placed both bags of luggage onto the dresser of the master bedroom, making you tilt your head ever so slightly in confusion. You decided not to ask, or challenge him about it, seeing as you granted him the ‘anything’ part of the deal. You walk back downstairs as Hyunjin empties his clothes from his bag into the dresser, turning on a few lights and opening curtains to gain more lighting. You spread open a thick set of curtains that leads to a deck, and of course, you’re too curious to ignore it.

You open the sliding door, a breeze drafting past you before you step onto the porch. The wood beneath your bare feet is cold, Autumn has set in earlier here than in the city you live in. A couple of deck chairs inhabit the far left corner, but what really piqued your interest was the large hot tub on the opposite side, steam leaking from the sides of its covers. 

Steps from behind you disrupted your thoughts, causing you to spin and find Hyunjin leaning against the doorway. “You never told me there was a hot tub.” You said with a hint of excitement. “I told you to bring swimwear, didn’t I?” He retorted, scoffing before entering the house once more. You followed closely behind, shutting the sliding glass behind you. 

“We need to go to a store or something and get food for meals, ya know.” You didn’t make eye contact with him as you said this but rather spoke to the entire house instead. 

“Already covered.” He said plainly, a knock on the door being heard from the front of the house.

You eyed him suspiciously, not following too closely behind as he answered the door. He shook his head, silently mocking you while you stalked behind him cautiously. As he swung the door ajar, you noticed no people on the steps but paper bags. 

“Are you going to help me?” He asked with a cocky tone, leaning forward to grab a bag. 

“Oh. Yeah.” You slid past him and grabbed a bag as well, repeating this a few times until there were none left to collect. 

You were both gathered in the kitchen, emptying the contents of the bags onto the counters. When did he have time to place an order for groceries and what company would deliver them all the way out here? You pondered, sighing at the fact that it must be the perks of having money and slight fame to your family name. 

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I got a bit of everything.” He said quietly, opening cabinets to store snacks in.

He was right, there was a little bit of everything in these bags; from classic American junk food to what seemed like ingredients for a fancy pasta dish. There were a couple of out-of-place items, such as chocolate syrup and whipped cream, though you didn’t pay any mind to that and expected there to be ice cream in one of the bags as well. This menial, married-couple-esque type of task made you feel more at ease with your stay here.

After putting everything away, Hyunjin went back upstairs to finish unpacking, you assumed. It was just about lunchtime, perhaps an hour later than the designated time to eat, however, you were very hungry and a snack wasn’t going to cut it. Unfamiliar with having real ingredients to work with rather than just ramen and frozen vegetables, you had been staring into the fridge for too long trying to think of something to make. 

You had decided on something relatively simple, avocado toast and crackers with cheese. It took almost no time to prepare and left minimal dishes to be washed later. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media while eating. It was very quiet, almost too subtle in your opinion. Not to mention how oddly timed the groceries had arrived. Everything about this escapade seemed to be going too well.

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That night, with instruction from Hyunjin, you relaxed in preparation for the next day's activities. You were comfortably slumped into the hot tub, letting the jets drive into the skin of your back and neck. It relieves so much pressure and relaxes some of your muscles that got knotted together by the drive up here. You hum to yourself, enjoying the warmth and bubbles. The high of being immersed in the water for so long starts to make you feel heavy, enjoyably light-headed in fact. 

You let yourself feel the bubbles dancing on your skin, little ones that cause you to shiver and big ones that float to the surface to end with a “pop”. The comfort of an eyes-closed, nighttime bath outside was something you’d never gotten to experience prior to this. 

You stand up, letting the cool breeze of the woods cool you down slightly before reentering the 104-degree water. Sitting back down, you jolt against the walls of the tub, an oddly placed jet shooting water between your legs. It startled you, but not in a bad way. You figured Hyunjin was sleeping or at the very least lying in bed based on the windows upstairs being dark, and no lights on. You let your body relax loosely in the tub, slowly slipping back into the sturdy stream of water.

You didn’t move once your body found the sweet spot, not necessarily grinding or moving around the jet- but not removing yourself from its presence either. You tilted your head back, the pleasing sensation of aerated water contributing to the high from the heat. You let yourself sigh in contentment, not even loud enough to hear from five feet away.

The longer you sit there, the more pressure you feel builds up in your stomach. With the feeling of butterflies and sensitive skin from below the waist you push into the jet slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. Small, quaint moans leave your lips while you feel yourself about to release, your back arched slightly as you move. You imagine the head of a handsome man between your legs, eyes closed as you rock your hips.

“I told you to relax for the night, not to fuck yourself in my hot tub.” Cold hands grip at the tops of your shoulders, fingers just above the collarbone. 

Your body tenses immediately, caught in the act after you assured yourself he would be asleep. You tilt your head back, seeing his eyes glaze over your body as your back rests against his stomach. Were his hands cold? Or was your skin just flaming hot from the water? He pushes you down, your ass slipping into the seat and your clit being flushed with pulsating water that makes you squirm. 

“This is the punishment you get,” He holds you still, your body forced down onto the jet; overstimulating you so much that your legs twitch and shake in response. “for not letting me watch.” 

He caresses the skin from your shoulder to your neck with one hand, the other keeping you firmly in place. He places his palm ever so gently around the front of your neck, feeling the vibrations in your throat while you moan in both pleasure and agony. It was too much, too much pressure building inside of you, too hot for your body to be emerged, and too embarrassing that he caught you out here. 

“Be good and sit still.” His voice sounded lower than you’d typically heard it, but his casual manner toward this situation is what really had you puzzled. You tried your best not to move, raising your hips ever so slightly to relieve the constant fluttering feeling against your clit. His hand travels up your neck to your chin, forcing eye contact.

He looks at you from above, almost amused at your attempt to obey him. His hand rests against your chin, thumb sliding against your lower lip. He forces it through, opening your mouth for you and hooking his thumb in like a freshly caught fish. 

With your lips sucking around his finger, he grins, unknowingly pleased at your response. You bite down gently, doe eyes staring back at him as he towers over you. The pressure inside of you is no longer able to be kept at bay, the buzzing in your ear becoming the only thing you hear once you start to ride your high. You shut your eyes tight, your face a scrunched-up mess as all of your muscles contract. 

Your core begs to be touched, your inner walls squeezing around nothing has you more bothered than the man watching you have a ridiculously overpowering orgasm. Your moans of satisfaction change into grunts and whines from the lack of friction in your core. He notices this, quite early on, but chooses to ignore it. He has all the power over you. Hell, he could drown you right now if he was ever so inclined to. He pushed his thumb further past your lips, letting your tongue curl around it.

He released his grip on you, removing his digit and backing away from you. “Let’s save the rest for tomorrow,” he says through his teeth, obviously showing frustration and restraint. You watch him walk away and slam the sliding glass doors behind him. If it weren’t for the lack of noise you would have guessed he shattered it with how much force he put behind closing it. 

Taking a deep breath you tried processing what had just occurred until something in the house caught your eye. You watch the lights slowly turn on upstairs, first the hallway light, then the bedroom, and finally the bathroom. You took this opportunity to dry yourself off quickly and get your things from the bedroom. Despite his anger and aggression, you felt safe from harm around him, seeing how gentle he truly is through his actions. 

You jog quietly up the stairs, the shower running as you rummage through your bag for clothes. You figured your best bet would be to sleep in the other bedroom, or even on the couch downstairs to avoid an awkward conversation. 

With only an oversized tee and a fresh pair of underwear slipped on, the water turns off, panic filling your chest. You gently put your luggage onto the floor, trying your best not to make any noise. With your hair still wet you sneakily climb into the bed and cover yourself almost completely with the heavy blanket. Hyunjin exits the bathroom as the air depletes from underneath the blanket, making it look like you are sound asleep, and have been for a few minutes. You could hear him shuffling around the room quietly, a couple of drawers opening and closing as he dressed himself. 

A dip in the bed alerts you of his presence, clenching the blanket between your fingers with anxiety; bringing the small hairs behind your neck to rise. His body radiates heat from under the covers, unlike yours which is half dry and slightly shivering.  

You try to mimic the breathing of a person in deep sleep, slow breaths that are steady and not too close together. This was difficult to achieve, your body betraying you with its little trembles due to the wetness of your hair. A TV is turned on, one you didn’t even know existed in this room until now. Hyunjin keeps the volume low; just barely being able to hear the voices coming through the screen. You both stayed like this for what felt like decades, with you pretending to be asleep and him doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

An ample shiver rolled through your body like a wave on the beach, there was no way he didn’t notice that one. 

“Hey, Y/N? Are you cold?” He gently nudges your shoulder while whispering oh so quietly. 

You responded with what you thought was best, a sleepy groan and pulling your body into a loose fetal position. This was apparently not the best option, as it led you exactly where you didn’t want to be. He had pulled your body close to his by your waist, not quite spooning you with close contact but bringing you close enough for his body to warm you up. He untucked hair from your neck, letting it fall past his fingers onto the pillow. 

“You don’t even know what you did to me,” he starts, drawing circles on your skin where your tee shirt left your shoulder exposed. “Had me rubbing one out in the shower for fuck’s sake.”

You could feel the boiling hot air leave his mouth as he spoke, your body soaking up every little ounce of heat possible from him. 

“I bet you’re not even sorry.” His voice drops lower. “Or maybe you would be so sorry that you would allow me to fuck your face while on your knees begging for forgiveness.” He hisses, sucking on his teeth. “All of the things I hope to capture on canvas with you tomorrow… I hope you’ll be good and let me.” He pulls himself closer to you, his hard-on prodding you. You get goosebumps once again, though not for being cold this time, but by being incredibly turned on. 

At some point in time, you fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting on his arm with your bodies glued together. When you awoke, however, he was not behind you anymore but in front of you. Your arm wrapped around his chest and legs over his hips in a bear hug- your face nuzzled into the nape of his neck. 

It was still dark outside, the stars and moon illuminating the room with the TV now turned off. You didn’t want to move, in fear of waking Hyunjin. His warmth was too much for you now, especially in tandem with the thick comforter surrounding you. Your skin was glistening with sweat, and you decided to very carefully, and slowly attempt to roll over away from him. It took you a few minutes to safely remove your body from his. He only stirred once, but not enough to wake up. Finally, in a more comfortable, and less hot sleeping position, you were able to fall back into a blissful dream. 

The early morning glow let you know as soon as it was time to wake up, the sun shining in your eyes and blinding you temporarily as you awoke. You groaned and covered your face with the blanket, unwavering from your spot in bed. You stayed there for a little while, scrolling through TikTok and other apps until you felt you had enough energy to get up. You forgot about Hyunjin during this time, blissfully unaware when he was looking at you from the hallway.

“Hungry?” He questioned, dressed only in long pajama pants and slippers.

You sit up, looking him up and down and blushing not only at his bare chest and abdomen but the words he spoke to you last night when he assumed you were asleep. You answered with a simple ‘yes,’ and waited for him to walk downstairs before getting out from underneath the protective covers. You pulled on some sweatpants before going downstairs yourself, hair a disheveled mess and eyes still squinted halfway shut from sleep. 

You sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out the stray hairs from your bedhead. Hyunjin walks in front of you, handing you a cup of coffee that was steaming from the mug. You shoot him a small smile and thank him, sipping at it while enjoying the view from the windows. A beautiful lake was less than a five-minute walk away, a trail leading to it from the backyard. Kayaks, small canoes, and a speed boat were tied up to the dock, covered with thick material to keep them safe from bad weather. 

Hyunjin had whipped up a quick breakfast, calling for you to eat when it was ready. He had placed the plates of food on the square dining table, some pancakes stacked high with various toppings and sides. Bacon and eggs were on another plate, toast and jam on another. You marveled at the sight, mouth practically dripping with drool at such a feast. 

You each ate more than you could handle, slumped into the chairs with hands on your stomachs. You had the awkward small talk that comes along with morning breakfast, slowly pushing into deeper topics as time went by. After enough time, there was no more delicate conversation but simple banter between new friends. After helping him clean up and dry the dishes he washed, you decided to hop in the shower to get the chlorine smell off of your skin from the night prior. You ran through yesterday's events in your head, mentally and physically facepalming at your actions. 

You spent most of the day alone after that, sketching in your notebook, making lunch, and watching TV, all without the disruption of Hyunjin. You had called up to him from the bottom of the stairs to eat at lunch, to no avail, and left it at that. It was well past lunchtime, about 3 in the afternoon and you had become suspicious of what he could possibly be doing.

Walking upstairs, you checked the bedroom, and the bathroom, yet Hyunjin was still nowhere to be found. A light clattering noise was heard from the office-turned-studio, causing you to open the door just a crack. There he was, still in nothing but pajama pants in slippers while painting the view from the window just as you had done. 

“I thought you only painted lewd things, what a surprise.” You chuckled and leaned into the doorframe, watching him jump at your words. 

“You scared me,” He placed a hand on his chest, some woodsy colors of paint splattered on his skin. 

“I did try calling up to you for lunch, but you didn’t answer.” You walked deeper into the room, eyeing his painting. “I must have been focused.” He put his palette down, and his brush in the coffee mug full of green, cloudy water. “I was just warming up.” He stretches his arms and back, sighing before walking over to you. “Are you ready?” He looked down at you, eyebrow cocked while awaiting your response. 

You nodded, a sudden feeling of anxiety washing over you. He explained to you what he wanted, various poses and positions of your body for him to sketch first with pencil, then either using charcoal or paint to finalize it. 

“What you’re wearing right now is good, but I’ll need you to take your bra off.” After you gave him a questioning look, he explained further. “They don’t look good in my paintings or drawings. It’s easier to just draw your chest naturally.” You followed his lead, slipping the bra off of your shoulders and pulling it from underneath the dress. 

He abandoned his painting, grabbed a sketch pad and pencil, and guided you to the second bedroom. There were no pillows on this bed, only a white blanket covering its entirety, something you didn’t notice when you had explored the house yesterday. It sat maybe two and a half feet tall, the standard height of a queen-sized bed with a frame. He instructed you into your first pose, facing the bed at an angle- you had your right leg straightened out with your left knee planted onto the edge of the bed as if you were climbing onto it. You had pulled your cardigan down just barely lower than your shoulder blades, fingers gripping the fabric with your shoulders exposed. 

He had you still yourself, posing like that for probably about ten minutes, long enough for your arms to cramp and your ankle to feel sore from supporting your weight on only that one leg. He assured you that he was almost done, rapidly etching his pencil against the paper. 

This went on for a while, him sketching, you posing, no words exchanged beyond that. That was until each pose got more provocative, almost pornographic how he had you positioned. Hyunjin’s hands would touch you all over as he guided your limbs the way he wanted them to be. He would make little comments too, like how soft your skin was, how beautiful you looked in each pose, or how flexible you were. 

“Do you bruise easily?” He asked casually; as if you being splayed out in front of him while being completely naked wasn’t bothering him in the slightest. He must just be really serious about his art.

“Yes and no.” You answered him, turning your head towards his voice. His hands were untangling a rope, his head nodding at your words. 

“I guess we’ll find out now, won't we?” His voice was soft but his face showed other intentions. “You don't mind, right?” He asked, holding up the now untangled ropes. You shake your head, swallowing a gulp of air as he walks closer to you. 

“You don’t mind being completely restricted? Who knows what I could do to you?” His lips were pulled into a grin while speaking, carefully starting to wrap your limbs with the silky material. Hyunjin takes advantage of your silence. “Oh, maybe you like being tied up? Do we have a little rope bunny on our hands?” He’s got you almost completely tied up now, hands and feet pulled behind your back tightly. 

He backs away from you once he’s done with the knotting, admiring the work he’s done to your body. Breathing was difficult due to being stretched and bent like a pretzel. He bites on his knuckle and figures out which angle he likes best before drawing. Your skin is hot, a mixture of embarrassment and being turned on by his words. You decide to bite back. 

“I’m not sorry.” You declare, remembering the words he said to you the night prior. He shoots you a confused look before realizing what you mean, laughing at himself.

“So you were awake? Figures.” He steps back over to you, bending at the knees to face you at your level. “Just because you aren’t sorry about it doesn’t mean I couldn’t face fuck you right here, right now.” He brings his thumb to your lips, pushing it into your mouth just like he did last night. You wiggle and squirm, trying to free yourself from the rope that binds you. 

He smears your own saliva across your lips, holding your head up afterward by your chin. “Why do I feel like you would enjoy that more than me?” He stands up laughing, turning his body away from you. “No more sassy comments, love.” 

“Or what?” You still struggle against the ropes but hoped if you pressed his buttons enough that maybe he actually would fuck you. 

You’d never thought that dirty talk was sexy, or even remotely attractive. Dirty talk during sex with ex-boyfriends or just plain old hookups made you want to pull your ears off, but something to do with Hyunjin’s voice, or the way his lips move while he talks is so intoxicating.

He scoffed, turning back to you. “Or what? Are you genuinely curious, or just want to test me?” 

If you were able to shrug, you probably would have; but the only thing you managed to do was grin, giving him all the answers he needed. Your core was already throbbing from his soft, accidental touches to your skin while tying you up, his words only adding fuel to the fire. You’ve already done so many new things today, why not try more?

He races over to you, untying each knot he previously made and discarding the rope.

“Stand up.” He demands, backing far enough away for you to do so.

You sit up, stretching and rubbing at your limbs for just a moment before standing in front of him; your nipples hard, crotch fully visible, and your hair a mess. 

“I’m only going to ask this once, got it?” He starts, in turn having you nod in response. “Do you actually want me to fuck you? Because I won't stop once I start, no matter what.” He steps closer to you as he questions you, analyzing your face for any signs of fear or concern. You nod again.

“I need words.” He orders.

“Yes, I want this.” You’re barely able to get the words out of your mouth before he’s scooping you up, your body flung over his shoulder. He walks to the master bedroom, letting you fall onto the covers once he’s close enough to the bed. 

“Last chance.” He whispers into your ear, his body towering over yours with his hands planted onto the mattress on each side of your face. 

You pull your body up, just high enough to leave a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. His face changes emotion, from dark and intimidating to joyful and thrilled. He slips his hand under your head, pulling your lips to his again and kissing you deeply. He situates himself between your legs, groaning into your lips as his bulge presses into your core. Your hands wander all over him, feeling his muscular arms while his teeth find your lip and tugs at it roughly.

You wince and moan at the pain, just the reaction he was looking for. His dark brown hair falls over his face while he gropes at your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. You bring your hand to his head and pull the hair from his face only to grip at it and earn a profound moan from him. 

“Your body fits so perfectly underneath me,” He whispers into the kiss. “like a puzzle piece.” He lowers his head, aligning his mouth to the other nipple on your chest, nibbling and sucking at it erratically. “Too bad I’m going to break you.” His hand moves underneath your head, gripping strongly at your scalp and yanking your head back into the bed with your neck exposed. 

His lips travel up your chest, stopping at your collarbone and eventually behind your ear, kissing, and biting deep into your skin. Each pinch with his teeth earns a whine from you, your body arching and raising into his. He’s enjoying toying with you, slowly making his way back to your mouth. His kisses are salty, the sweat from your skin residing on his lips. His hand moves from your chest to your hips, gripping at them painfully with his nails digging into your skin- sure to leave marks. He pulls your hips into him, jamming his hard-on deep into your swollen mess of a cunt. 

There was no way he couldn’t feel how wet you were, your essence most definitely dampening through his fleece pants. He pulls away from you just slightly, his grip on your hair lesser than it was. He swipes a finger through your folds, your body jumping at the sudden contact on your swollen clit. 

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?” He pushes his now-wet finger into your mouth, almost deep enough to make you gag. You suck it clean, whining at the taste of yourself as he enjoys the show. He pushes it deeper, his digit now poking at the back of your throat. You gag against it, his hips rutting into yours while sighing in pleasure. Despite the uncomfortable gagging, you were loving every second of this and never wanted it to end.

He practically fisted his fingers into your mouth while he dry-humped against your core, moans being exchanged between you both. He removed his fingers, instead using them to grab at your neck roughly.

“Is your cunt as tight as your throat is?” He whispers this into your ear with his hips still clothed and grinding into you. “I don’t know which one I want to stretch out first.” He squeezes your neck, airflow being cut short while he pulls away and looks into your tear-lined eyes. He pulls you up into a sitting position by your neck, releasing you once your face turns red. He steps off of the bed, grinning, while pulling his pants and boxers down his legs. 

“I’ll be nice and let you pick.” His voice has returned to its deep and sultry tone. His dick slaps against his defined stomach once released from his shorts. Your core throbs at the sight of his cock, so pretty and long. You can’t help looking at it, eyes darting from his length to his face over and over.

“Can’t decide? Alright.” On his knees he climbs to the top of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard while sitting up straight. “I’ll let you keep me warm while I play with you.” He grins and gestures for you to come to him, flipping your body around to face away from him. 

He lowers you onto his length slowly, easily able to prod at your soaked entrance with his tip. His head tilts back as your walls surround him, stretching out to accommodate his size. Your moan gets caught in your throat once he bottoms out, eyes squinted shut with pain and pleasure. He pulls your back into his chest, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t move. 

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you sit still on his cock, your body twitching for more movement or friction. Hyunjin’s other hand rubs at your thigh, almost comforting you. 

“H-Hyunjin.” You breathe out softly, your body now aching for more attention at your core. “Yes, baby?” He responds uncharacteristically soft, pulling loose hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear. “Please touch me.” You plead, attempting to lift your hips, failing due to his stronghold against you. “Only because you said please,” He starts, his hand traveling to between your legs. “and because I want to feel you grip at my dick when I make you cum.” He whispers into your ear, nipping at it slightly before his fingers meet your core. 

He starts to strum at your clit, purposefully making your body jolt as he holds you close. He adds more pressure, rubbing circularly until finding where you enjoy it the most. You clench around him once he does, moaning quietly as your body squirms. 

“Stay still and keep my cock warm, beautiful.” He rubs your sweet spot steadily, your breathing still heavy and littered with moans. 

His voice sends a shiver down your spine, amplifying his touch. You already felt so close. Your stomach full of butterflies and your chest tight, toes curling as your body floods with pressure. He notices this, picking up the pace and moaning in unison with you- your walls clenching around his cock tight. Your legs are shaking like crazy from the overstimulation on your clit. Within a millisecond you feel the rush of your orgasm flooding through you, your back arching and shoulders digging into his chest as you let it overtake your body. He rubs your clit more aggressively while moaning in unison with you, his movements making your high last much longer than you ever had before. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you're gripping me so fucking tight.” He growls, just barely rutting his hips up into you. 

You cry out his name not long before your body relaxes into him, feeling exhausted at how strongly you came. He slows his movements on your clit, still thoroughly enjoying the way your walls pulsate against his length. Removing his hand, he wraps his arms around you tight, holding you close to him. 

“Fucked out already?” Hyunjin questions after a few moments. “I’m not done with you yet, you’ll have to bare with me, darling.” He pushes you forward onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you as you land on your stomach, too tired to move. 

The bed dips, and lifts back up as he leaves the room, only to return a just moment later. He pulls your arms behind your back, using a small piece of the rope he grabbed to tie your wrists. You lay there limp, letting him play with your body like a doll as he positions you the way he wants to. He pulls your ass up into the air, doggy style with your face and chest planted into the mattress. He’s speaking words to you, but they’re unclear because of the ringing in your ears from your orgasm. 

You feel his dick press into you again, his hips slowly pressing further into you until reaching your hilt. A moan escapes from deep within his chest, his hands gripping at your waist and pulling you into him. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you pulls your consciousness back into the room, your body feeling exhilarated once more. Once he starts pumping his length into you, the sweet feeling of pain and pleasure resume.

“You know,” He breathes deeply before continuing. “Part of me wants to treat you like an angel and the other wants to fuck you so hard you’re unable to walk for the rest of the night.” 

His words cripple you, that and how hard he pulled out and rammed himself into you once more. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you let out such a loud moan that the neighbors are sure to hear it. He draws out his actions, slamming the tip of his cock into your hilt over and over until he’s satisfied, and slows his movement.

“No one’s ever taken my dick this well,” He pulls your upper body up by your restricted wrists, still on your knees as your back meets his chest. “I knew you were a special one, but not this special.” He raises a leg, planting the sole of his foot on the bed for leverage as he starts to pound into you again. 

Nasty squelching sounds fill the room, the combination of how wet you are and how fast he fucks you resulting in such. He holds your body against his, pummeling away at your cunt and bringing his hand to your neck. Your groaning and whining get stuck in your throat, his ring-decorated fingers squeezing your throat as if they belonged there. Your walls have adjusted to him, no longer feeling the pain of his size but now accepting it, feeling every vein and ridge it had to offer. 

“I think I’ll be claiming you as mine after this.” His voice is loud in your ear while declaring his rights to ownership, the thought of more situations like these in the future had you feeling even more wet. 

“Please.” is all you can mutter from your mouth, words barely traveling past your lips from the lack of airflow. He hears you, loosening his grip to let you repeat yourself. “Please, Hyunjin.” 

The impact of your words was heavier than you expected them to be, a moan leaving his lips at the pronunciation of his name. “Again.” He growls. 

“Hyunjin..” You repeat, whining as you draw your words out. 

He sloppily ruts into you, his name coming from your mouth has an affect on him that he had never felt before. His dick drives into your hilt, his teeth now piercing into the skin of your shoulder as he starts to feel his first high of the night. You yelp at the pain, only making him bite deeper, and pound you harder while your breasts jiggle and bounce. 

Neither of you can speak at this point, feeling so close to your highs. You mumble random curse words as your walls tighten, his breaths hot and fast against your skin. Grunts escape from Hyunjin as he feels the electricity travel through his body, your cunt clenching around him only adding more enjoyment. You feel extra sensitive after your first orgasm, your insides screaming with joy as he wrecks you. Never have you been able to cum without some type of stimulation on your clit, but the way he rocks his dick into your body makes it feel so easy.

His hold around your neck loosens, and eventually, his hands grip only at your waist to pull you deeper onto his length. You try to assist him, bouncing and forcing your weight down with every thrust. “Fuck, Y/N.” His voice is shaking, his orgasm starting to take him over. 

That sets you off, the way your body is able to make him fold brings you over the edge and shaking with bliss. He cums right alongside you, his cock twitching as his seed expels from his body and mixes with your essence. He keeps pushing himself into you despite already cumming, letting you ride out your orgasm to the fullest. You throb around him, a wiggling mess as you scream out his name.

Once finished, you find yourself freed from the ropes, lying on your side under the covers. Hyunjin’s hands are gently running along your body, soft touches causing you to shiver. 

“Look who finally woke up.” He quietly taunts, a grin plastered on his lips. 

He plants a kiss on your shoulder, making sure you’re aware of his presence in your exhausted state. “I don’t remember passing out.” Your voice is raspy, both from sleeping and screaming at the top of your lungs for the last hour. “Mmm, well you did, with my dick still inside of you actually. Looks like cumming twice is your limit.” He lifts the covers and steps out of bed, holding his hands out for you to grab. “For now, at least.” He smiles down at you, his tongue rimming his bottom lip as a tease.

He runs you a bath, joining you and helping you wash up from behind. He’s careful with his touches, gently washing your hair and making sure not to get any water in your eyes when rinsing it out. He wraps a large towel around you after stepping out of the tub, grabbing one for himself afterward. 

“I meant what I said earlier.” He says from across the room while putting on clean clothes. “You’re mine now.”

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My 2023 New Year's Resolutions

Plus breakdowns on how I'm going to achieve either, and why that goal is important to me.

Lose 20kg

I used four formulas plus the BMI range to get six "ideal" weight numbers, and my target is the average. Those sorts of things start being less accurate for muscular people--I am not muscular though, so they're good enough.

That target weight is 20kg below my current weight. Losing 0.5kg/week is a healthy limit (approx. 1lb/week), and if I can keep roughly on track for that, I will be able to get my target weight by the end of the year. I will do this more through exercise (in the form of yoga, and walking/jogging/running when the weather is nice or I'll be over by the local rec center, as the track is free to use) than calorie counting, though I will also try to meal prep in bulk so I can eat healthier as well.

This goal is important to me for my health. I'm bordering on obesity, and there are a lot of hereditary health issues in my family that tend to be exacerbated by the extra weight. At 23, I'm already in rough shape and want to try and help myself for as long as I can. If I'm lucky, it will help my back and knees. I'm also looking forward to being able to dress up without feeling gross, truth be told--I don't like doing up my belt and feeling my stomach hanging over it. Finding clothes that fit will always be difficult given that I'm 5'3", but being closer to the given proportions will make taking things in easier.

Start Learning French

I'm going to use Duolingo to start with, and then see what I can do from the local library. Duolingo to learn at first, and then books and magazines at regular intervals (starting with kids' books, of course), to test my understanding. And likely books to learn as well, down the road.

I did Core French in school for five years and then Integrated French for another year, but then proceeded to not take any French in high school (bumped up to Integrated for grade 9 because the other courses were a little more advanced as well, only Social Studies was going to be an extra class in French). Since I passed French in grade 9 (even though it was only barely, with a 50-something), they wouldn't let me drop back down to Core French for high school--since it wasn't a mandatory credit to graduate, I didn't do it. So I haven't done any French practice since 2014. However, I am Canadian, and being English/French bilingual is always an asset. I'm hoping that being able to put any sort of competency down for French on my resume will help with my job search.

While French isn't a language I really want to learn for the sake of learning, I'm starting with it because that's the most practical one. Once I'm done with French on Duolingo, I can start picking up more languages there and widening my options at the library even more.

For anyone curious, the language I'm most looking forward to learning is Gaelic, just because most of both sides of my family have Scottish heritage. After that, if I feel like picking up a fourth language, I'll probably go with a slightly easier one (given English is my first language) and see if I can pick up Dutch. And then maybe German after that.

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      as much as chaeyoung tried to fall asleep that night, she simply couldn't. tossing and turning on her king-sized bed, just replaying all of the events of the past day that led to her and hyunsoo's mini-reunion. instead of being pissed about her laptop breaking down on her when she needed it the most, she makes a mental note to hug her old laptop when she gets it back and thank it, for steering her straight into hyunsoo's arms again. eyes fluttering open, she takes a look at the digital clock on her bedside, groaning when she sees that it was already 3 a.m. " oh my god. i really can't sleep. but i need to sleep. i need the beauty sleep. " she wills herself, closing her eyes shut and counting sheep in her head until she finally drifts away into dreamland.

the next day, the female took her preparation for the date as seriously as she would a red-carpet event. with her whole glam team up in her penthouse, and with her best friend sitting on the side for moral support, chaeyoung sits in the middle of her glam room while three people work on her hair and make-up. was it a little too extra ? one could say that, but she wanted, needed to make sure she looked good for their first actual meeting. " i wouldn't say it's a date. i mean, it's not like hyunsoo was like, 'hey do you wanna go out on a date ?' it was more like, you know, hanging out. unless. . he wants it to be a date ? does he ? " she pouts in slight confusion, talking to her make-up artist, " but even then, i still want to look my best for him. " this was her first love, after all. and as the cliche goes, it never dies.

donning a black, strapless mini dress with matching heels, she heads down her apartment building with her nerves cranked up on high. it didn't take long until she spots hyunsoo's car, and she was soon able to get a good look at him. if she could describe the feeling of seeing him in that outfit, it would feel like someone was doing flips in her stomach. the way he cleaned up nicely was another welcomed surprise to her. she was so used to seeing him in casual clothes and, well, not looking like a whole buffet. of course, she still found him handsome regardless, but this version of him was hitting her differently.

" thank you, handsome. " luckily, she was able to catch his words without fully being distracted by him, offering him a thankful smile as she slipped inside his car. " nice car you got here. " another compliment came out of her, looking around the car. the female wasn't a car fanatic, but she's seen a lot of luxury cars in her lifetime to know she was definitely in one. hearing how nervous he was made her giggle, and she was mentally cursing herself at how timid and shy she also suddenly became around him, " yeah, me too. don't worry. but hey, if you're overdressed, then i'm also overdressed. so don't worry. " she pats the top of his hand that was resting on the gear shift.

" oh, by the way, i got you a little gift. it's just, something to show my appreciation to you for fixing my laptop and helping me out. " chaeyoung holds up a small paper bag, yes. she mentioned it was a little gift, but in chaeyoung's world, a little gift meant a rolex watch. " i'm not sure if you're into watches. but i just randomly picked it up this afternoon before my make-up te- i mean, before i started getting ready for our date. " she flashes him an innocent smile, almost giving away the fact that she had a whole team work on her that day.

why was this so nerve-racking it is not like they were messaging each others for the first time ever. was it the funny feeling in his abdomen and knowing that he will end up meeting her tomorrow again, this time on a date.. or was it a date? he hopes it was. reading up the new texts that were coming in, he was nervous, heart beating loudly in his chest, cheeks hurting from the smiling he had been doing for the past thirty minutes to an hour as he had been texting with chaeyoung. ❛ a dress.. damn. ❜ he speaks to himself, already trying to imagine her in a dress, nodding his head, brows raising. ❛ i really can’t wait to see her tomorrow. ❜ he wants to ask her over tonight too.

[ sms : chaeyoung noona ♡ ] i really wish you were here right now.. [ sms : chaeyoung noona ♡ ] but yes i want you over [ sms : chaeyoung noona ♡ ] you can stay the night too~

and he laughs at himself after sending those, finally done eating and taking things to the kitchen and washes up dishes. then going to get his phone, turning off the tv so he could go to bed. washing his face and brushing his teeth.now in bedroom and getting on bed, phone in his hand as he sends another message and he already knows he was gonna sleep with a smile on his face.

[ sms : chaeyoung noona ♡ ] i will see you tomorrow, sleep well beautiful.

thankfully as the morning arrived he had an off day from work. he woke up rather early like he always did, taking a shower and making sure he looks good and smells good, his clothes for that day were hanging there, white linen, black pants and a black tie. he takes a look at himself in the mirror, nodding his head as he accepts that he was looking handsome, then changed into the fancy clothing, rolling up the sleeves up of his shirt, tightening the tie and with that, he takes his car keys, wallet and everything he needed as he starts to make his way to the black car he owned. sending a quick message to chaeyoung before he actually left, telling her the exact time when he would be arriving and what kind of a car she should be expecting; now on his way to gangnam and of course on his way to pick up chaeyoung as he had gotten the address from her. the music playing on the radio as he was jamming to it, signing a long and turning the steering wheel, already making it to her place and he waits until she comes out and as she does, his eyes widen; heart almost in his throat; she looks so fucking perfect.

of course him being the gentleman, he stops the car, getting out of the front seat and outside and walking around the car from the front. flashing her the brightest smile he could muster. ❛ hey beautiful. ❜ clearly not even waiting a second to compliment on her looks. opening the passenger side door and motioning for her to get inside and as she was in the car he closes the door carefully. mumbling to himself. ❛ i’m so ruined.. ❜ and he jogs to his side, now in the car, engine starting and him getting out of the parking space with the car, head turning to look over at chaeyoung who was sitting beside him. ❛ not gonna lie but i feel a bit nervous, hopefully i’m not overdressed for this. ❜ he chuckles, paying attention to the front again, rolling his lower lip to be between his teeth, trying to fight back the grin.

[ggukseoulcafe]

— for you | jjk

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: smut, masturbation! au

rating: 18+

summary: jeongguk read your diary and he hasn't been the same ever since.

word count: 785

warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, koo is whipped and horny, pure filth.

a/n: ik it's been a minute since i last posted but things have been busy. however, here i am, back with some filth because jungkook's been on my mind much more lately and i need a release :D

It's not like he knew that you maintained a diary just to let out all the feelings you couldn't tell him about. How all his light touches everywhere affected you much more than they probably should, how his sweet smile just made you want to kiss him more, how his muscles made you want to touch and feel and maybe even lick them.

You were far too gone for Jungkook and there was no point in denying it anymore but you couldn't bring yourself to say it to him either, so you bottled it up everytime until you reached home. Then, in the privacy of your room at night, you let it out by writing it.

What you didn't know however, was that Jungkook had already read your diary. Not on purpose, of course, but he happened to find it opened on your bed when he entered to find your books you had asked him to pick up. It just so happened that he saw his name written on the page left open and curiosity got the best of him.

After that, it was like a switch was flipped on. Jungkook couldn't help imagining you in various situations, begging for him, after reading your words on how you'd want him to dominate you. Sex with you is something he thought about quite a lot but it was truly exciting to find out that you felt the same way.

He sighs.

Today he yearned for you a little extra after seeing you bounce around in that pathetic excuse of a dress that made you look like sin incarnate and oh how he would never be able to forget the outline of your hips and those breasts that almost spilled out from how low the neckline was. That is how he found himself, fisting himself in his room at night, imagining it was you relieving his aching cock instead.

Your hands, your mouth, your wet pussy.

He imagines you being good for him, wanting him as bad as he does, begging him to dominate you. Crying and whimpering for him to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

"Come here baby, you're too far."

As you shifted to stand in front of him, he tugged you closer.

Jungkook couldn't help kissing your neck, it just looked so inviting to him. He sucked and licked and nibbled for what felt like forever, making sure that he left marks everywhere for you to see. So when you looked at yourself in the mirror the next day, you'd see how you made him feel.

He'd tease you, make you whine, only to calm your frenzy by stuffing you with his fingers. Rubbing your hot insides till you can't take it anymore and ask him for his cock.

"Do you want my cock? Do you want it so deep inside that you'd be able to feel it for days after? Bet you do."

He imagines you whining as he teases you some more and those beautiful sounds falling from your lips would only serve to make him harder. You'd ask him to fuck you, tell him that you can't take it anymore. And he'd give in, he always would.

"Come on then, spread wide baby. Yes just like that. Show that wet pussy to me. Fuck it looks so inviting, let me take a picture, baby. Pose for me baby. Fuck yeah just like that."

He'd be at his limit too, just looking at you drip for him enough to make him lose all control. Taking a picture for him to use later when you're not around to touch him, to make him feel less lonely as he relieves himself.

"Fuck, shit ____. Yeah baby, so good for me," he moans out loud as he pumps his cock, imagining you fucking yourself on it instead.

He glides his hand over his hard cock faster, spreading the precum all over while his other hand busies itself with his balls. His balls. They feel so heavy, he knows you'd take good care of them. He rubs his tip in a soft slow motion to imitate how your tongue would feel on it when you suck him dry.

Just the thought of you being so fucked out for his cock, begging him to fuck you as you play with his big cock is enough to make him come undone.

"Fuck fuck fuck, my baby. Love it, love you so much, _____. So perfect for me." He pants as he returns to his senses. Looking around his dark room with the sound of the air conditioner as his only company, the thoughts of you still clouding his mind and stirring his cock.

You, on his mind, as always.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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[raibebe]

D-3 Love Shot

Genre: fluff Words: 1.272 Prompt: hockey player Jeno x female reader Warnings: none

A/N: Day four of Jeno’s birthday celebration and the first sfw fic! I know it's kinda short but I hope our sweet yet shy hockey player was able to make someone smile!

previous< | Jeno birth celebration | >next

“You’re up awfully early,” Jaemin grumbled when he stepped out of his room, his sleeping shirt askew and with more than one questionable stain on it. “Had to get some stuff done before class,” you answered cryptically, “Coffee is already done. Don’t forget what I told you yesterday.” “Yeah, yeah. Be sneaky blah blah. Don’t read the note or you will murder me,” your roommate waved you off, raking a hand through his messy hair. “Jaem…” “I know, I know. No skipping classes. Being very secret about slipping Jeno the note. Otherwise, the whole surprise is ruined or something.” “Love you,” you smiled, quickly picking up the box of lunch prep you had been working on to stuff it into your backpack. “Yeah, yeah, go smooch your boyfriend for his birthday or something,” Jaemin laughed, cheering with his coffee mug. 

You had this whole day planned out for weeks and prepared little notes with small love letters on them to slip Jeno all day, even roped Jaemin into it to make it perfect. Of course, Jeno would know the notes were from you, unlike back when he was the one slipping you these little notes, but it was the thought that counted, the feelings you wanted to make him feel. 

The first note Jeno would find, you had already hidden yesterday when you had picked him up after practice for a quick dinner and slipped the note between his hockey gear. He had noticed that you had been extra giggly after, teasing you about it but ultimately he just smiled along with you, kissing you sweetly when he bid you goodbye at your doorstep after pouting when you had sent him home instead of inviting him in. 

For the second note, you needed to hurry up. The plan was to make a short detour to one of Jeno’s favorite cafés and pick up something sweet for his breakfast to sneak it into the locker room of the stadium. Praying to whichever entity was listening that you wouldn’t accidentally run into any of his teammates in a state of undress, you speed-walked over campus to make it in time. Maybe it would have been smarter to ask Winwin or someone else from the team for assistance. But it was too late for that now. Peeking into the stadium, you quickly found Jeno’s midnight blue hair that you had just helped him redye a week before when it had started to fade into a more minty color. Smiling, you carefully closed the door again to not make any sound before sneaking into the locker rooms, immediately finding Jeno’s bag that he had carelessly thrown onto the floor, his clothes a crumpled mess on the bench behind. Shaking your head, you quickly at least somewhat folded his clothes so he didn’t have to go about his day in messy clothing before you pulled out the second note you had written, placing the bag from the café on top. Smiling to yourself, you quickly got out the third note to hide it between the pages of Jeno’s notebook so he would find it when he took it out for his next class. 

“Bro, I hate morning practice,” you heard a loud voice just outside the locker room door. “And yet, you show up for every single one,” another voice replied, followed by a burst of laughter that you knew very well. Panic of being caught made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you sprinted to the second exit, not caring if the door slammed shut behind you as you took two stairs at a time so you wouldn’t be seen even if one of the boys was to run to the door to look out of it. Panting harshly, you speed-walked away from the stadium and to your own first class of today. While you had been thinking about this plan for a very long time, it might still have a flaw or two when your phone rang with Jeno’s specific ringtone, a beautiful picture of him smiling right at you. 

“Good morning,” you tried to sound cheerful and absolutely not like you had just run up a flight of stairs. “Mooorning,” Jeno pulled out the first syllable of the word. “Is your practice over already?” You tried to rope him into a conversation. “Yeah, coach let us off early. Did you by any chance sneak into our locker room?” He cut straight to the point. “No?” You lied, trying your hardest to sound very confused, “Why would I sneak into your locker room?” “So you didn’t just run out when we were coming in?” “Why would I first sneak in and then run back out?” “I don’t know, maybe so you could bring me breakfast?” By now you were able to hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice which calmed your furiously beating heart at least a little bit. “And leave a very cute note for me?” “If I had time to see you after your practice, I would have stayed and not ran away,” you tried to deny it one last time now that you were sure, he wasn’t mad. “Absolutely sure the sweetbread wasn’t from you?” “Croissant,” you corrected him immediately before realizing that he had caught you in the act when the sound of his laughter rang loud through your speaker. “Come back, sweetheart,” he laughed. “You weren’t supposed to find me,” you whined but turned back around to instead walk right back to the stadium, your literature class be damned. “I can pretend, I didn’t find out,” Jeno simply giggled, “And we can have breakfast together.”  “Go shower before I change my mind.” “And you stop pouting,” he added before you could hang up on him.

“I can’t believe it took you two notes to catch me,” you whined when Jeno stepped out of the stadium, his hair still a little damp. “Not everyone can be as sneaky as I am,” he simply laughed, wrapping you up in a hug, “I do appreciate your effort though. And the letter was really sweet.” “Happy birthday,” you sighed, separating just enough from him so you could press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Don’t be disappointed,” he laughed, quickly pecking your pout. “But it was supposed to be special for your special day.” “You’re making it special, secret love letters or not,” he reassured you, catching your lips in a languid kiss to get his point across. 

“I don’t think I can give them to you when I can see your reaction though,” you mumbled, hiding your heated face in his neck to hug him close. “Why not? You know I won’t laugh.” “I’ll get all shy and flustered anyways.” “So I don’t get to read the rest of what you wrote for me?” “How would you have felt if you saw me reading your notes?” You pouted. “Well… There was a reason why I gave you notes instead of talking to you directly,” he admitted, pink dusting his cheeks. “See?” “But I want to read them. I really do,” he pouted right back, making you giggle fondly. “Maybe if you come to dinner with me? I’ll throw Jaemin out and we can try to cook something.” “I can read them while you take a shower if you don’t want to see my reaction,” he proposed. “Or I will just keep sneaking you more.” That made him laugh fondly, quickly kissing you again. “You can try but I will not let you out of my sight anymore today,” he promised, intertwining your fingers. “You’re on, Lee Jeno,” you grinned, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. 

[imtooscaredforthis]

Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[myherowritings]

PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

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You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month. 

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place. 

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of. 

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista. 

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores. 

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do. 

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour. 

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack. 

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming. 

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?” 

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!” 

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.” 

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot. 

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.) 

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.” 

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?” 

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now. 

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?” 

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.” 

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.” 

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded. 

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.” 

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either. 

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit. 

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.” 

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.” 

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.” 

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility. 

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter. 

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through. 

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?” 

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron. 

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!” 

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?” 

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.” 

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning. 

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.” 

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude. 

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows 

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice 

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D