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toothbrush — nanami kento.

At times, Kento thought that you should just sleep here, rest here until you had enough rest. The idea of waking up next to you, of starting his day with your presence beside him, filled him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He wanted to cook you breakfast, to share a leisurely morning with you as the sun rose, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. The simple pleasure of a shared meal, of casual conversation over coffee, seemed incredibly precious.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, ceo! nanami, rated 18 and above, explicit content, strangers to lovers, one night stand, p to v sex, lirting, seduction, romance, humor, fluff, comfort/no hurt, mention of alchohol, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, depiction of drinking and alcoholic drinks;

LISTEN: toothbrush by dnce

NOTE: i chose the youtube lyric video of the song because that's how i imagine reader leaving nanami and the thoughts of the song is just nanami waking up to you leaving. the ending of in bed together, that's how the ending is. anyway, just one mroe and side 700 is going to be complete and i can write ashes of love again. thank you for being patient with me!!! i love you~

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kayu's playlist — side 700;

HE REALLY DIDN’T DO THIS MUCH. Nanami Kento sat at the corner of the dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. He untied the knots of his tie, loosening it slightly as he savored the quiet moments, the noise of the world fading into the background, replaced by the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. It was a rare evening where he allowed himself to unwind, to escape the relentless demands of being a CEO.

He sighed, taking another sip of his drink, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. The bar was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could forget about the spreadsheets, board meetings, and the constant pressure of making decisions. Here, he could just be Kento, not Nanami Kento, the powerful executive.

You slid onto the barstool beside him, your presence drawing his attention. He glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him want to know more. Your eyes met, and a smile played on your lips as you introduced yourself.

"Hi, it’s nice to meet you," you said, extending your hand with a warm smile.

Kento looked up from his drink, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a brief moment of hesitation before he took your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Kento," he replied, his voice smooth and deep. "Nice to meet you."

The simple exchange seemed to spark an immediate connection, a current of electricity passing between you. His eyes lingered on yours, and you noticed the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. You slid onto the barstool next to him, feeling an inexplicable ease in his presence.

"I haven't seen you here before," you remarked, trying to ease into the conversation. "Do you come here often?"

Kento chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, not really. Just needed a break from the usual routine. How about you?"

You nodded, swirling the drink in your glass. "It's one of my favorite spots. There's something comforting about the atmosphere here. It's a nice escape."

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I can see that. Sometimes, it's good to step away from everything, find a place where you can just... breathe."

You smiled, appreciating his sentiment. "Exactly. So, what do you do when you're not finding solace in dimly lit bars?"

He leaned back slightly, a small sigh escaping his lips. "I run a company. CEO life isn't exactly a walk in the park."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "A CEO, huh? That's impressive. Must be pretty demanding."

"It is," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours again. "But tonight, I'm just Kento. No titles, no responsibilities. Just... me."

There was a vulnerability in his words that caught you off guard, making you see him in a new light. "Well, Kento, it's just nice to know we feel the same."

The conversation flowed effortlessly from that point, each of you peeling back layers of your lives. You talked about your passions, your dreams, and the little things that made life worth living. He listened intently, his eyes never straying from yours, as if he was genuinely interested in every word you said.

As the night wore on, the bar around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. The flirtation became more pronounced, the touches more lingering. When your fingers brushed against his while reaching for your glass, a spark ignited, sending a thrill down your spine.

"It's nice, drinking here beside you," Nanami confessed, his voice low and sincere.

“It was nice to have you with me too.” You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered something that made him smile—a rare and genuine smile.

“I should say the same thing.” He smiles at you, holding the rim of his own glass. “You make me feel like something nice after a long day.”

"Oh, you have no idea how good it is, to know you.." you said, your voice a little softer, "I didn't expect to have such a good time tonight. It is…rare. To find someone interesting.”

"Neither did I." Kento replied, his gaze intense. "But I'm glad I came. Meeting you... it feels like a breath of fresh air."

The sincerity in his words touched you deeply, and you found yourself leaning closer, drawn to him in a way that felt both exciting and inevitable. "Do you want to get out of here?" you asked, your heart racing.

His eyes darkened with desire, a smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you'd never ask."

The walk to his place was filled with anticipation, your fingers brushing against each other as you navigated the quiet streets. When you finally reached his apartment, he opened the door and led you inside, the atmosphere charged with unspoken promise.

The rest of your time sober was blurred into a haze of shared stories, laughter, and fleeting touches. Eventually, he brought out some wine. And another one. And it was all tipsy from then. The decision was made in a heartbeat, a shared understanding passing between you. You wanted to experience ecstasy. You could see it in each other’s eyes, trembling with want. With relief. With desire.

The things that followed was a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, a connection that felt both new and familiar. You let him take you to bed, one kiss pulling you harder than gravity in itself. You found yourselves lost in each other’s magnetic pull, exploring every inch of skin, every whispered word. When you finally fell asleep, it was in his arms, feeling a sense of belonging that was as unexpected as it was welcome.

The heat burned off your skin, as flesh echoed on flesh with passionate warmth. You didn’t notice it but you couldn’t help but let your heels dig into the center of his lower back, moaning against him. He liked it a lot, that you were doing all you could to pull him closer, deeper — more of him into you. It was a greedy little desire, but he couldn’t help but let his throat rumble with approval, feeling your tender hands press harshly against the depths of his own hot skin. You were such a little thing, fitting in the confines of his body’s wholeness.

You couldn’t help it, but you were a wanton little thing. It was just what Kento needed. It was the way you were pushing and pulling —- arching your back at the perfect angles, ripping his back apart with your sharp bright, colorful nails with his own flesh and blood. He wanted to drown in each harmony of pleasure from your lips. It felt like the song of heaven to him, calling out to him as he dug deeper and deeper towards the crevices of your pleasures.

But Kento thinks it still isn't enough for him. But somehow, it was all he wanted. At times it was just right. And all at once, it's too much to bear. It was a semblance of emotions, of pleasures that he had never explored before. There was so much depth to fucking you. Layers and layers to how you suck him in, to how you take him in. To how your cunt just lets him make a home inside of you. To mold your womb to his shape. And you egg him on, over and over with your delicious incoherent pleasure–ridden screams.

Your pretty doe eyes are dangling across the space as he switches position, pulling your legs just right up the small of his back. You yelp as he enters you deeper. He settled himself, kneeling on the bed, and leaned forward. You whimper, your eye rolling back further as you become more fucked out. He couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. There was nothing that you can think about. Nothing else mattered, other than him and this pleasure.

The weight of him was crushing you whole, as though there was nothing but that pleasurable oblivion. He was quite a muscular man, after all. Yet you couldn’t care much, despite the fact that he was heavy on top of you. Or the fact that it feels as though he's going to spur you out of air, suffocating you with pleasure. You were a masochist in a sense. You told him that. You want him to crush you. And each moan begging him to go faster, to push deeper over and over —- it confirms it all.

Kento allows his lips to thank you with tender blossoms against your flesh. But in that moment, he buries his head against your jaw, his ragged raspy moans rapidly marking every inch of skin with his brutal, hot kisses. One after another, it was an experience. Your neck with his brutal kiss of his teeth, leaving metallic essence against his lips as you wail against him. You feel a trail of sweat pouring out with your sweet tears, his hot breath making your skin burn harder than ever before.

You couldn’t see straight anymore. But you didn’t care. Not even when your eyes roll back inside your head, as he pistons into you harder and harder. His grip on you gets tighter and tighter as your toes slowly curl against the small of his back. Drool falls against the side of your lips as you let Kento’s hands rest against the small of your ass, gripping as tightly as he could. Your breath gets stuck in your already dry throat. You were close again. You don’t know how many times this man has made you cum. But you know that he was too good. It was all too good.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you gasping for air. Every thrust, every movement pushes you closer to the edge, and you cling to him as if he's the only thing grounding you. The world outside ceases to exist; it's just you and him, lost in this moment of raw passion

Your nails dig into his back once more, leaving traced marks that he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the way his breath hitches over and over again and his grip tightens on you tells you he likes it, to keep doing it. He liked being marked by you. And he hopes there’s more times like this. He hopes he can keep getting marked by you like this. His rhythm never falters, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure through your body, making you shudder and moan his name.

"Kento," you gasp, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. He responds with a low growl, his lips finding your ear, whispering words that send shivers down your spine. “‘bout to c-come…oh! oh! m-more….more! Please!”

His eyes looked at you, dark with pleasure. “Then come, honey. Let me feel you sweeten my cock like that.”

You're teetering on the brink, the intensity building until it feels like you might burst. His pace quickens, and you feel the tension coil inside you, ready to snap. With one final, powerful thrust, you come undone, your body convulsing in his arms as you cry out in pleasure.

He follows soon after, his body tensing before he collapses on top of you, both of you spent and breathless. You could feel the heat of his cum overflow inside of you. There was too much. And he doesn’t yet pull out. And you didn’t want him to, still locking your legs against the edge of his back. For a moment, you lie there in a tangled mess of limbs, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts.

Finally, he lifts his head, his brown eyes meeting yours. There's a softness there, a look that tells you this was more than just a physical connection. You smiled exhaustedly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, and he returned the gesture, his fingers gently caressing your cheek with all the tenderness in the world.

"You're incredible." he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You smile against his mouth, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment and everything to do with the man holding you. “Truly.”

As you both drift off to sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms, you know this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.

He didn’t think he’d wake up alone. The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. He groaned quietly, shifting slightly as his eyes adjusted to the bright echo of the sun against him. Nanami Kento thought it was quite a spectacle to wake up alone, with the bed beside him empty.

He sat up, the events of the night before slowly flooding back. His clothes, usually primly put away, were scattered and tattered across the room. He looked at them for a moment before sighing, his head slightly pounding from the drinks. Usually, it was Kento who left before the sun came up. When he took his pleasure, it was transactional, devoid of any emotional connection.

Last night was different. It was only one night, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he wanted more of you. The way your touch had ignited a fire in him, the way your laughter had filled the room with warmth—those memories clung to him now, in the stillness of the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, glancing around the room. The sight of your note on the nightstand caught his attention. He reached for it, his fingers trembling slightly. The simple message, " Call me up, sweetie ;) " brought a faint smile to his lips. He traced the words with his thumb, feeling a strange mix of hope and uncertainty.

Nanami wasn't used to this feeling, this longing for something more than a fleeting connection. The thought of you lingered in his mind, your touch, your smile, the way you had made him feel alive and vulnerable all at once. It was intoxicating, and he wanted more of it, more of you.

He stood up, gathering his scattered clothes, the remnants of a night that had left a profound impact on him. As he dressed, he couldn't shake the memory of your heels digging into his back, your breathless moans in his ear, the way you had looked at him with such intensity. It was imprinted on his mind, an indelible mark that he couldn't ignore.

Fully dressed, he picked up his phone, staring at your number. He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the call button. For a moment, doubt crept in. Was he foolish to think that this could be something more? But then he remembered the way you had pulled him closer, the way you had whispered his name with such need and desire.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. For a moment, the loneliness of his existence seemed to lift. He folded the note and slipped it into his wallet, a spark of anticipation igniting within him. The day ahead seemed a little brighter, the promise of your next encounter lingering in his thoughts.

He couldn’t wait to save your phone number.

He’d have to find a way to charge his phone.

Besides, looking at the clock, he’s pretty late.

And a CEO shouldn’t be late for his own meetings.

WHEN HE MEETS YOU AGAIN, KENTO IS ENAMOURED. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since that morning, the memory of your touch and the warmth of your laughter haunting him in the best way possible. The days had stretched on, filled with his usual routine, yet every moment seemed tinged with a new sense of anticipation. And now, standing here, seeing you again, he felt a surge of emotion he hadn't expected.

The bar was a cozy haven tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city, its warm, dim lighting casting a golden glow over the polished wooden surfaces and vintage decor. The air was filled with the soft hum of jazz music, creating an intimate ambiance that made it feel like a world apart from the chaos outside. The scent of aged whiskey and fresh citrus mingled in the air, adding to the inviting atmosphere.

You sat at the bar, your presence effortlessly captivating. The dress you wore was stunning—a sleek, deep emerald green that clung to your curves in all the right places, shimmering subtly under the soft lights. The neckline was modest yet alluring, and the fabric seemed to flow like liquid as you moved. Your hair frames your face perfectly, and a touch of red lipstick highlights your smile, adding a hint of classic glamor.

Kento's heart pounded in his chest as he made his way toward you, each step bringing him closer to the person who had so unexpectedly turned his world upside down. The usual confident air he carried felt slightly shaken, replaced by a nervous excitement that he hadn't felt in years. As he approached, his eyes were glued to you, everything else in the bar fading into a blur. The clinking glasses, the muted conversations, the soft jazz—all of it became mere background noise.

You spotted him, and a slight smile played on your lips. It was a smile that held both warmth and a hint of mischief, a smile that made his pulse quicken. He could barely tear his gaze away from you as he slid onto the stool next to you.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice betraying a hint of the nerves he felt.

"Hi, Kento," you replied, your eyes sparkling with recognition and something more—something that made his breath catch.

For a moment, he simply drank in the sight of you. The way you held yourself, the way the dress accentuated your figure, the way your eyes seemed to see right through him—it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

The bartender approached, breaking the spell momentarily as Kento ordered a drink. But even as he spoke, his attention never wavered from you. He couldn't help but notice the way the bar's golden light played on your skin, giving you an almost ethereal glow.

"You look incredible," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

"Thank you," you replied, a pleased flush coloring your cheeks. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

The conversation flowed as easily as it had the first night, but there was an added layer of familiarity now, a deeper connection that had been forged in the time since. The flirtation was more pronounced, the touches more deliberate. When your fingers brushed against his, he felt a jolt of electricity, the same spark that had ignited between you before.

Kento couldn't focus on anything but you. The way you laughed, the way you tilted your head when you were thinking, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about—it was all mesmerizing. He found himself hanging on to every word, every gesture, completely lost in

"Kento," you greeted him warmly, your eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and delight. "I was hoping you'd call."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you,if I’m being honest." he admitted, his voice softer than usual. "I just had to see you again."

You smiled, and the sight of it sent a rush of warmth through him. "I'm glad you did."

As you talked, the conversation flowed effortlessly, just as it had that first night. There was a connection between you that felt almost tangible, an invisible thread drawing you closer with every word. Kento found himself captivated by the way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way your eyes lit up when you shared stories about your life. He felt a deep sense of admiration and curiosity, wanting to know everything about you.

The evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, the bar around you fading into the background as you became lost in each other. Kento couldn't remember the last time he had felt so at ease, so completely himself. With you, there were no pretenses, no need for the carefully constructed walls he usually kept up. You saw him for who he truly was, and that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

When the night began to wind down, he found himself reluctant to say goodbye. The thought of returning to his empty apartment, to the solitude that had once been his comfort, now felt unbearably lonely. As if sensing his hesitation, you reached out, your hand gently brushing against his.

"Would you like to come over for a drink?" you asked, your voice filled with a hopeful note.

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'd like that."

The walk to your place was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that speaks volumes without needing words. Once inside, you poured two glasses of wine, and the conversation continued, growing deeper and more intimate as the night went on. Kento found himself sharing things he had never told anyone, opening up in a way that felt both terrifying and liberating.

As the night turned into early morning, he realized just how much he had fallen for you. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a genuine connection, a bond that felt rare and precious. You had seen past the façade he presented to the world and embraced the man underneath, flaws and all.

When it was finally time to say goodnight, you stood close to him, your eyes searching for him. "Kento," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity, "I'm really glad you called."

As the conversation continued, the air between you grew charged with anticipation, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle with every passing moment. Kento found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull you exerted over him.

Leaning in closer, he could feel the heat radiating from your body, the warmth of your presence enveloping him in a comforting embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, almost hesitant kiss.

There was a softness to the touch, a delicate intimacy that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into insignificance as they became lost in each other.

The kiss was gentle yet charged with an underlying passion, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable connection that had blossomed between them. And as Kento pulled back, a faint smile gracing his lips, he knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary. And seeing your face, how wonderstruck you were — he knew you knew it too.

"So am I." he murmured against your mouth, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known he was missing.

You smiled, blush echoing across your face. “You’re a good kisser, you know that?”

Your compliment sent a warm flush creeping up Kento's neck, a rare display of bashfulness from the typically composed CEO. He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with genuine appreciation as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of self-consciousness. "I suppose practice makes perfect."

There was a hint of amusement in his tone, a subtle acknowledgment of the unexpected turn their conversation had taken. Despite his usually reserved demeanor, he found himself enjoying the playful banter, relishing in the easy rapport that had developed between them.

“I’ll see you soon, then. I, uh…..have to go home.”

“Have a safe trip home, lover.”

As he walked home, the memory of your kiss lingering on his lips, he knew that this was just the beginning. Meeting you again had changed something within him, opened up a part of his heart he had long kept locked away. Kento was enamored, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly hopeful about the future.

He dreams of you all through the night.

Your smiles are ever so warm only for him.

And your bright eyes are full of love for him.

When he woke up, he realized what it meant.

Nanami Kento was truly captured by you.

THE NEXT TIME, YOU STAY WITH HIM IN HIS BED TILL MORNING. He didn't want you to leave just yet, didn't want you to rush and slip away from his fingers before sunlight. You had finished a fiery session of lovemaking, one of the many rounds of passionate obsession with each other. The intensity of your connection was almost overwhelming, each encounter leaving both of you breathless and yearning for more. You had done this over and over, whenever you saw each other — and more regularly these past few weeks.

As you lay there, bodies entwined and hearts beating in sync, Kento's thoughts wandered. He watched you as you drifted off to sleep, your face serene and content. There was something profoundly beautiful about these quiet moments, a sense of peace that contrasted sharply with the fervent passion of the night. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

Kento's mind drifted to the little things that signify a deeper connection, a merging of lives. He imagined you leaving a toothbrush here, a small but significant symbol of permanence. It was a step towards belonging, towards fitting into each other's lives in a tangible way. He pictured you having a drawer in his apartment, a space carved out for you in his world. These thoughts were filled with longing, a desire for something more profound and enduring.

He wanted that with you. He wanted you to start leaving your things here, to make his place feel like a shared home rather than just a temporary haven. The idea of your belongings scattered around his apartment — a hairbrush on the vanity, your favorite mug in the kitchen, your scent lingering in the air — filled him with a deep sense of contentment. It was more than just physical intimacy; it was about creating a life together, about building something that went beyond the confines of the bedroom.

As he lay there, holding you close, Kento realized how much he wanted to make you his. He wanted to be the person you came home to, the one who shared your joys and your sorrows, your everyday moments and your grand adventures. He wanted to be the anchor in your life, just as you had become in his. The thought of you being a permanent part of his world was both exhilarating and terrifying, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

He gently kissed your forehead, his heart swelling with affection. More than you probably could ever know, he wanted you to be his, to share a future together. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, he held you a little tighter, hoping that this moment would be the start of something lasting and beautiful.

In the quiet stillness of the morning, with you nestled in his arms, Kento felt a profound sense of hope. For the first time in a long while, the future seemed bright and full of promise. And he knew that, whatever happened, he wanted you by his side.

Kento held you close, savoring the warmth of your body against his. He had never felt this kind of connection before, this blend of deep affection and raw desire. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, he made a silent promise to himself: he would make sure you knew how much you meant to him, how deeply he cared for you.

Kento's gaze softened as he watched you stir from your slumber, the gentle rise and fall of your chest accompanied by the faintest flutter of your eyelashes. It was a moment of quiet intimacy, one that he cherished more than he dared to admit.

As your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile graced your lips, and Kento felt his heart swell with affection. There was a warmth in your gaze, a softness that melted away the lingering traces of the night's passion, leaving behind a sense of tranquility and contentment.

Returning your smile, Kento reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle against your skin. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the hazy glow of morning light, he felt a profound connection to you, a bond that transcended the physical realm and delved into the depths of his soul.

"You're beautiful," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a simple statement, spoken from the heart, yet it held a world of meaning behind it. In your eyes, he found solace, a refuge from the chaos of the outside world, and he knew that he never wanted to let you go.

With a tender smile, you leaned into his touch, your eyes locking with his in a silent exchange of love and understanding. In that moment, Kento realized that he had found something truly special in you, something worth holding onto for a lifetime. And as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that he was ready to embark on this journey with you, wherever it may lead.

"Good morning," he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Good morning," you replied, your voice soft and warm.

As the warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, the two of you remained entwined in a cocoon of shared affection. Each breath seemed to synchronize, a silent symphony of contentment that enveloped you both in its comforting embrace.

Reluctantly, Kento stirred from the languid embrace, his movements slow and deliberate as if he were hesitant to break the spell of intimacy that hung between you. With a soft sigh, he shifted his weight, gently extricating himself from your embrace and sitting up, his muscles protesting the sudden movement after the night's passionate exertions.

Stretching his arms above his head, Kento let out a low groan of satisfaction, the tension of the previous night's activities melting away with each satisfying stretch. Despite the physical exertion, there was a sense of peace that settled over him, a tranquility that he hadn't felt in far too long.

Glancing back at you, still nestled in the rumpled sheets, Kento felt a surge of affection wash over him. Your tousled hair frames your face like a halo, and the soft curve of your lips tugged at his heartstrings in a way that he couldn't quite explain. It was moments like these, when the world seemed to stand still, that he felt truly alive.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. There was a tenderness in his touch, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion, as he allowed himself to be drawn back into your embrace, savoring every precious moment that the morning had to offer.

You smiled at him with the most beautiful smiles he’d ever seen. It was that sort of smile that had the power to light up the darkest corners of his soul, to chase away the shadows of doubt and insecurity that had plagued him for so long. It was a smile that spoke volumes without uttering a single word, conveying warmth, understanding, and an unspoken connection that transcended mere words.

As you gazed at him with those radiant eyes, filled with a mixture of tenderness and affection, Kento felt a sense of wonder wash over him. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, as if the universe had conspired to bring the two of you together in perfect harmony.

Your smile was like a beacon of hope, guiding him through the labyrinth of his own emotions and leading him towards a future filled with promise and possibility. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos of life, there existed moments of pure joy and unadulterated happiness, waiting to be embraced and cherished.

Unable to resist the pull of your magnetic presence, Kento found himself drawn closer to you, his heart swelling with a sense of gratitude for the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought you into his life. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your smile, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

"Me too." you whisper back to him, causing his heart to beat as he listened to your words reverberate in the morning quiet. "Being here with you? it's nice."

Kento's soul felt tender at those words, it was like he could live forever in that moment. He could feel that warmth spreading through his chest as he soaked in the sweetness of your sentiment. It was a simple statement, yet it held a profound meaning, resonating deeply within him.

"I'm glad you feel that way," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Being with you... it feels different, in the best possible way."

There was a sincerity in his tone, a raw honesty that he seldom allowed himself to reveal to others. But with you, it felt natural, effortless even, to let down his guard and bare his soul.

As you lay there together, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Kento felt a sense of contentment wash over him. In your presence, he found solace, a refuge from the stormy seas of life, where he could simply be himself without fear of judgment or expectation.

With a soft smile, he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light and tender against your skin. "Thank you for being here," he whispered, his gaze locked with yours, silently conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not express. “Truly.”

"Of course," you replied, a smile gracing your lips as you looked up at him. "You make it easy."

His eyes softened at your words, a warmth spreading through him. "I was thinking," he began, glancing back at you, "how about I make us some breakfast? We can take our time, enjoy the morning."

Your smile widened at the suggestion, a spark of anticipation in your eyes. "That sounds perfect," you said, nodding in agreement. "I'd love that."

Kento felt a surge of happiness as he got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He prepared breakfast with care, wanting everything to be perfect. As he worked, he thought about the future, about the possibility of you becoming a permanent part of his life.

When the meal was ready, he brought it to the table, where you were already seated, wrapped in one of his shirts. The sight of you in his clothes filled him with a possessive satisfaction, a sense of rightness.

"Here you go," he said, setting the plates down. "I hope you like it."

You took a bite, your eyes lighting up. "It's delicious, Kento. Thank you."

He sat down across from you, watching as you ate. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared smiles. It was a glimpse of what life could be like if you were together, a tantalizing promise of happiness.

After breakfast, you both lounged on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Kento felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. He wanted this, all of it. The mundane, the extraordinary, the quiet moments and the passionate ones.

As the morning wore on, Kento's thoughts kept returning to the idea of you leaving your things at his place. He wanted to ask you, but he didn't want to rush anything. Instead, he decided to show you how he felt through his actions.

"You know," he said casually, "I was thinking maybe you could leave a few things here. A toothbrush, some clothes. It might make things easier, you know, since you're here so often."

You looked at him, surprise and something else flickering in your eyes. "You want me to leave things here?"

He nodded, trying to keep his tone light. "Yeah. I like having you around. It feels... right."

You smiled, and Kento felt his heart swell with hope. "I'd like that too, Kento."

From that moment on, things began to change. You started leaving little things at his place: a toothbrush, a hairbrush, a few clothes. Each item was a small but significant step towards building a life together.

Kento cherished every moment with you, every sign that you were becoming a part of his world. He cooked for you, took care of you, and made sure you knew how much he valued you. And as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, he realized that his feelings for you had only grown stronger.

One night, as you lay in his arms, Kento looked at you, his heart full of love. "I want you to know," he said softly, "that you mean everything to me. I want you in my life, permanently. Will you stay with me, not just for tonight, but for always?"

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with emotion. "Yes, Kento. I want that too."

At that moment, Kento knew that he had found something truly special. With you by his side, the future was bright and full of promise. And he was ready to face it, hand in hand with the person he loved.

A few days later, he sees that bright purple toothbrush.

Right next to his blue–green that had been lonesome.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them together.

It looks like you won’t be rushing out his door anymore.

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Would you write a smut fic with ghost x dom reader x soap??(reader can be fem or gn and make both boys submissive maybe a moment where they fuck each other and the reader watches them and controls them).IDK WRITE IT HOWEVER YOU IMAGINE IT. I just dont have the skill to write so i am requesting it here.I hope its not weird.

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Ghost x Dom!Reader x Soap

Ghost and Soap find themselves crushing on the same woman on their team, a friendly bout between two comrades to see who you'll choose, only your answer's not one they'd expected to hear.

NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, very little plot, MMF, P in V sex, Tons of Teasing, Steamy Makeouts, Groping, Grinding, Double-Penetration, Anal, Ceampie, Explicit Description, Graphic Language, Dom!Reader, Sub!Soap, Sub!Ghost, Sexual Tension, Some Ghostsoap moments as well, Playful Banter, Bickering, Flirting, Build-Up, Jealousy, Soap and Ghost are fighting over the same girl, but it's friendly competition, ends in a three way too so, will do more proofreading I promise!

WC: 7k ~

Author's Note: This took me way longer to type than it probably should have. I hope it makes for a good read. It's total nonsense, and probably not very realistic (though I do try). It's not exactly like the anon, I'm sorry! But hopefully, it's still good. Please, please, please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading my things!

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The front door shut close, leaving the living room just a bit more silent now that its previous company had just departed. You look back towards your remaining two house guests, the smile already unable to stop from forming on your face. You'd been hoping for some alone time with both Ghost and Soap, and it seems fate would smile on you tonight, for now, you had both of them here.

You invited the whole team back over to your place for the weekend, after having just come back from an op with both Price and Gaz, which lasted damn near over a month. The whole thing had been rather uneventful, to say the least; some reconnaissance and leads which went mostly nowhere (well, nowhere for your team; Laswell definitely had a heyday from the sound of things).

With how mind-numbingly dull the whole assignment turned out to be, everyone couldn't be happier to finally sit back and relax with some drinks and good company once back home. All night you spent recapping the events of the mission, including all the monotony which had conspired.

At one point, the most entertainment you could find out there had been both you and Gaz slowly "misplacing" Price's things -- unimportant items that wouldn't do any harm if left unnoticed. You had bets on how long it'd take for him to notice things slowly going missing everyday.

Surprisingly, you nearly got away with it for a whole week, until one morning when he finally questioned the funny look you two had on your faces when he'd been scratching his head, completely perplexed by the absence of his things. Price was in a better mood retelling the story than he had been in the moment.

Eventually, everyone started to disperse as the night went on -- Price got tired and left first, maybe an hour after that Gaz called it a night as well. Once they'd left, you found yourself in your living room with the only two mates you'd been thinking about all day, Ghost and Soap.

Only unbeknownst to both you and each other, both men had deliberately been trying to stick around, having shared the sentiment in wanting some long-awaited alone time with you... except the night keeps getting later, and they both keep giving each other increasingly odd looks, impatiently waiting for the other to leave so they could finally make a move on you.

Both Ghost and Soap have wanted you for a long time now, longer than either men cared to admit. Funnily enough, it was Ghost who'd caught feelings first.

It came to him as randomly as a Tuesday morning. You were just doing what you normally do. However, it had been your mundane actions that somehow drew him in initially. How you go about life with a smile and good attitude, the way you look at him when you found something funny, and the slight lilt to your voice when you talk and get excited. He would feel a lucky man indeed to be yours.

However, Soap had been the one to be more upfront about his interest in you, after developing feelings of his own. The Sergeant's likings to you came suddenly and without warning, but once they'd developed, it couldn't be more obvious that he was down BAD.

More often than not was he finding little excuses to touch you, whether it be a passing hand on the small of your back when squeezing by, or a congratulatory hug after a successful mission. Soap's suave charisma made it easy to do. And with the touching, it was always followed by some sly little line that would have you blushing and pulling at the fabric of your sleeve all shy-like.

He's slowly ramped the flirting up the more time passes, and Ghost knows if he doesn't at least say something now, then it won't be long before Soap takes the chance himself. Tonight had felt a perfect enough opportunity to finally make some waves, though, Soap was fast proving to be a formidable opponent.

"Jeez!" You stretch your hands over your head and yawn dramatically, both men's eyes luring a bit longer than they should have on you as you did so. "I didn't realize how late it was getting."

"Aye, same," Soap lets out a little yawn as well, making himself more comfy on your couch. "You don't mind though, no?"

"Not at all," you say. If only they knew how many nights you've spent letting one of the two men be your idle bedtime fancies into slumber. Wondering what it was they could be doing at that moment in time, and if they'd been thinking of you too. "I missed you guys."

"Aw, we missed you too, lass," Soap smiles at you, before his gaze drops over to Ghost's, who'd begun to glare.

He often forgoes the mask in more domestic environments like this with the team, the others having already seen him before. Though it didn't stop the man from forgetting not to wear his emotions on his face like he still had one on. You thought his eyes were expressive, but little had you all known it was only the tip of the iceberg.

Keeping calm and remaining stoic in combat is one thing, however, anger and disapproval came easy to him, in which case he rivaled for having the worst poker face you'd ever seen.

The Sergeant had taken this fouled expression for disagreement in his statement, even as the look had been for an entirely different reason altogether. Soap merely goes on, "Or, I missed you at least. Ghost might feel differently."

Bastard. Putting him on the spot like this; Ghost almost chuckles, the cheeky fuck. He knew what Soap was trying to do: subtly make himself look better in your eyes so that you choose him over the other.

Had he known better, Ghost would think Soap might actually be aware of the lieutenant's crush on you, by the way he smirked in his direction after saying it. He admits he hadn't expected Soap to partake in such petty games either; then again, this was a first, the two of them liking the same woman like this.

If this is how he plays, then Ghost thought only one thing -- Game on.

"Oh I'm sure you missed me too," you stand up from the couch now, twirling over to face him. "Right, Si'?"

"And then some, love," Ghost says.

Your smile brightens, and the man is ashamed to say that it gives him the warm fuzzies in these late hours. The way the living room lighting curved over your neck had also been a sight worth eliciting something deep within him.

Ghost takes a quick glance over at Soap, catching his less-than-excited reaction to the lieutenant's successful line. He has to remember not to grow too expressive at that moment. Not with you here at least.

You excuse yourself to the restroom shortly after, having paid no mind to the growing tension between your comrades. You'd all but taken the soothing atmosphere with you, leaving instead an awkward aura Ghost and Soap willfully drowned themselves in.

It's Ghost who speaks first, his dark eyes having watched your backside make its way down the hall and round the corner. The more drink he had in him, the less subtle his staring grew. Soap has noticed as much tonight especially.

"It's gettin' rather late." Ghost straightens up in his seat before finishing off his Bourbon and placing it back down on the coffee table. "Damn near one in the a.m. Yet you look proper cozy, mate."

"Aye, I am," Soap says rather proudly, further making his point by getting comfortable on the couch and taking another swig of his tequila. "Been too long since I been 'ere. Was startin' to miss layin' on the ol' thing," he rubs the cushion as though he were petting an old dog.

Ghost leans back in his seat now. "You stay over this late often, then?"

Soap pauses, having to double take that question, until his blue eyes fell on Ghost's brown ones, and he saw clearly what he was asking him.

He asks the man right back, "Do you, mate?"

A cocky little grin forms on the Scotsman's face. Had Ghost not been so wrapped up in you, it might have brought him to a pause there. Soap always did have a nice smile.

Soap didn't have to be a genius to know Ghost liked you though; he goes all but slack-jaw anytime you walk by him. Not to mention it wasn't a common thing for Ghost to be the one sticking around late during a get-together. He's normally the first to call it a night, in fact.

Only tonight, that hadn't been the case for him at all. No, Ghost was as planted in his chair as Soap was; they both might as well have sprouted roots. And they both had enough drink to muster up the right amount of bravado needed to keep this sudden, little interrogation going.

"I asked you first, Johnny," Ghost says, his deep voice laced with something more playfully cunning.

"And I answered you," Soap teases back.

"With a question."

"It's still an answer, no?"

Now Soap was just being deliberately obtuse. Ever since he knew he could do it, Soap's enjoyed pushing the lieutenant's buttons and getting a rile out of him. It's only increased tenfold over the last year, not that Ghost has tried to stop him.

Ghost leans forward now, resting his arms on his knees and furrowing his brow. "A'right, out with it, then," he says. "What's your game 'ere?"

Soap's brow furrows rather facetiously. '"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Don’t play dumb Johnny." The playful tone Ghost once used before has now since cooled, growing darker. "You know wha' I'm askin'."

Soap merely smirks, resting his arm back against the couch. "The same game you're playing, yeah?"

"And what game is that, Johnny?"

Soap can't help but laugh now, growing more and more cocky with each loaded exchange. On a normal day, Ghost might manage to intimidate the Sergeant every so often with his sheer presence, let alone his words. However, when it comes to women, Soap couldn't feel more in his element, especially up against his superior.

"One I'll beat you in."

Now it's Ghost's turn to have a laugh. A subtle thing, trapped beneath the burliness of his chest, though its deep rumble is audible enough, having warmed the Scotsman's cheeks at the sound.

"I doubt that," Ghost says.

"You underestimate my charm L.T."

Soap puckers his lips and kisses the air between the two men mockingly. As much as Ghost tried to hide it, the sight had made the air catch in his throat for a second. It's that usual, competitive nature about the Sergeant that really gets Ghost's blood pumping during these mutual bouts of bickering.

"My last statement still stands," Ghost chuckles. "So what? You thought I'd leave and you two would just go at it then?"

"I wouldn't say it like that," Soap says. "...But I was hoping to have some alone time with her, yes."

"And you figured on waitin' for the rest of us to vacate before making a move..." Ghost shrugs with affirmation. "...Clever man."

"Yeah, well, what about you?" Soap asks. "Clearly we're both still here for the same reason. What's your "game", L.T.?"

"It's not your concern."

Soap groans, sinking back in his seat, though he hadn't been surprised by his response. "Suppose it isn't, then," he says. "It's hers."

"That's right," Ghost agrees. "We can't both have her."

"Can't we?"

Ghost brings his eyes forward to Soap's, having thought his comment been a mere joke. However, once their gazes matched, Ghost could see that his Sergeant was dead serious.

Personally, Soap's never been opposed to the idea of a threesome. He'd even be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about it from time to time, as boyish as it sounds. Adding Ghost into that equation hadn't tripped him up much in the slightest either; Lord knows the lieutenant would be next on Soap's list if you weren't at the top of it already.

Still, Ghost had a hard time even picturing a scenario where something like that could happen, let alone with all three of you. No doubt the man had been interested in you, and for a while, he'd even felt something for Soap as well, feelings that haven't necessarily gone away.

Something with all three of you would no doubt be perfect, however, it just seemed...

"Let's be real here, Johnny." Ghost leaves it at that.

"Suit yourself," Soap merely shrugs, before a light bulb moment suddenly lets off in his eyes. "How about we bring this to the source then? Hey Y/N!"

"Soap-"

"Oi, calm down, mate," he smiles at him. "No point in beatin' 'round the bush, aye?"

You reemerge from around the corner, having heard their voices vaguely through your door this entire time, but not being able to put full words together. Not without having your ear pressed to the wall. From the "uh-oh" look you had on your face, though, something told the two men you were already preparing for them to say something crazy.

"What's up?"

Soap gives Ghost a final look, waiting to see if the man will protest. However, when he sees that he doesn't speak, Soap grins, turning back to you.

"If you had to pick between Ghost and I, who're you choosin'?"

"Pick for what?" you ask, certainly needing clarification. "For battle?"

Soap bursts out laughing, just now feeling how awkward it was going to be explaining this to you. "No," he says. "Like if you had to pick one of us to... I don't know, go out on a date with, who would you pick?"

You keep smiling at Soap like he's joking, waiting to hear him laugh, but once you see he hasn't budged, you feel your heart begin to race.

Your eyes grow wide, now suddenly embarrassed to have the spotlight on you. "You're seriously asking?"

Soap nods. "I am."

You look over at Ghost now. Surely this was just another one of Soap's antics. "You too?"

Ghost shrugs. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

You were hoping he wouldn't say that. But, if they were asking, then may God be your witness as you answer them.

Placing a hand to your chin, you pout to yourself and look back and forth between your teammates, sizing both men up for every physical feature they had to offer.

Your mind immediately goes to the gutter, not being able to help it. You've found them both distractingly good-looking ever since you joined the team, and you've more than thought about this before. Just never in comparison. Or out loud.

Soap looks like he'd be fun to play with -- he's eager, energetic, and even better, open-minded. Not to mention he was cocky too; you always liked a man who could talk his shit and back it up. With those big arms of his, he could just box you in against the bed and pin you down good and firm, as he drills into you, cooing that sweet little accent of his in your ear like he would. It made your body tingle just thinking about it.

And then there was Ghost; if there was any voice you wouldn't mind having growled in your ear while being fucked senseless, it was his. Unlike Soap, you just knew you wouldn't get it rough like you would from Ghost. You've lost count of how many times you've caught yourself gawking at him during sparring sessions or while out in the field, watching that bulking mass of muscle of his he called a body, manhandle any and everything in his way. Having him do the same to you in a more intimate sense never failed to make the lower parts of yourself start to throb at the thought.

After giving both men a good, long look, you sigh, letting your arms fall back to your sides.

"I can't choose."

"Ah, don't be shy now, lass," Soap says. "If you're worried about hurtin' our feelings-"

"No it's not that," you cut in. "It's just not an easy choice, you know?"

Ghost raises an eyebrow now. "Oh?"

"Oh, don't act all surprised, Simon."

"You like us both then?" Soap asks cautiously.

"I'd say so." You begin to smirk. "Why? What's going on here?"

The two give each other a look, before Ghost goes to explain things to you.

"We're just trying to figure out which one of us has a shot."

"Figures you should be the deciding vote, seeing as you're the subject of interest, lass."

You imagine you look pretty stupid standing at the center of your living room all wide-eyed like you do, but frankly, this just feels too good to be true. It hadn't been one of them that was supposedly into you, but both of them. If you could do a backflip, you'd do twelve right now, no questions asked.

But before you get head over heels about this, "So you're saying you both want me then?"

"In more ways than one, darlin'," Soap teases.

You glance over at Ghost this time, having taken note of his sudden silence. "You too, Simon?"

He hadn't necessarily been prepared to confess his feelings to you, not like this, and much less in front of an opposing audience. Still, Ghost wouldn't have his own Sergeant show him up so easily. Plus, the way your eyes lured at him this whole time had a chill running down his spine, making it hard to concentrate. So he nods, "That's right."

A devilish smile slowly creeps over your lips.

"Well, can't I just have you both?"

"Aye, that's what I'm sayin'!"

"Problem solved then, right?" You laugh.

"If only," Soap says. "Ghost didn't seem up for it when I brought it up earlier-"

"You puttin' words in my mouth now, Johnny." Ghost cuts in.

"Oh, don't switch up now L.T.-"

"Boys," you cut in before they've started going back in forth again, a playful smile still painting your lips. You were eating this up, if you were being honest. "Relax," you say. "We can... get to the bottom of this, yeah?"

Both your eyes shift over to Ghost, who now sits awkwardly to himself on the couch, hands resting motionless on his large lap.

"Well Simon?" You ask him. "Are you down?"

"I'm not one for sharing, love," Ghost coos at you.

You slowly make your way over to the lieutenant, your eyes looming over him like a panther that's just found its next meal. Ghost feels himself hold his breath, watching as you've paused just in front of him, your back now facing Soap, though you can feel his eyes on your backside, taking in the nice view of you, and feeling himself grow harder in his pants.

This close, having smelt your scent on the way over, and felt the remnants of your breath in the air between you two, Ghost could feel his mind beginning to slip out from itself, heading into dangerous territories.

He could see in your eyes you knew exactly what you were doing too. Exactly what you wanted to do. The ball was in your park, and that made you in charge from this point on. The only thing they needed to do now was listen. And Ghost was sitting at the edge of his seat, waiting to hear you.

"Come on, Si'," you say so playfully. "Don't be greedy."

Ghost merely scoffs, an awkward smile forming. "How can I not?"

As though to then challenge the man, you step even closer, placing yourself right at the brink between his legs, having now rested your dainty hands over his muscular thighs like a ledge to lean on. The man can't even stop himself from letting his hands rest on your hips, your body naturally shifting just a little closer as he's done it. Every little thing you did had him ready to tear you out of your clothes and devour you whole.

No, the man knows he's too greedy for his own good. If he had even the smallest taste of you, he wouldn't want your attention on no one other than him. Howbeit, looking back over towards the Sergeant only made him want to throw that caution out the window.

Soap doesn't see the man staring daggers into him at first; his blue eyes have been glued to your ass since you turned your back to him. For the short second he does glance up at the lieutenant, he grins daringly. Taunting him to go home and tuck tail so he could have you all to himself instead. Make this easier for him tonight.

That's just what Soap wants, Ghost thought. Here the opportunity was now to have you, and he's fumbling it away all because he feels he can't share with Soap. Saying it again in his head like that gets him thinking though. If that's the only hurdle between him and you fucking, then it seemed easy enough to step over.

He won't back down that easily, even if he has to "share" you. If you want him like he wants you, then you'll have him, however way you like, just as he'll have you.

Ghost brings his hands down and lets his fingers graze your ass just enough for the Sergeant to see since he couldn't keep his eyes off you. Sickly enough, he hopes the sight is driving the Scot mad. God knows Ghost feels mad enough himself.

The minute you've felt his touch on you, you hum pleasantly, stepping even closer, so that he could take better hold of your bottom and have your small body caged between his large arms and legs like walls, his face only inches or so from yours.

Ghost could feel himself getting more comfortable with the idea of sharing. At least when he had you to himself like this. Especially with how your hands have begun to leisurely rest over his shoulders now, keeping the man just as close.

"I knew you'd come around," you praise, your words now having the man feeling giddy, ready to take them to further levels.

"Just takes the right convincing," he hums.

"I'm feelin' awfully lonely back 'ere," Soap chimes in, doing the best he could not to sink so low as to start touching himself before being given the OK by you first, wanting to hear the words leave your pretty, little mouth. Even as his cock was already throbbing in his pants for some relief.

You merely chuckle, cocking your head back to look at the Sergeant. "I haven't forgotten about you, don't worry," you coo. "You just be a good little lad and wait a moment, yeah?"

Though he wanted to protest, step over, and take you all for himself, Soap did as you told him to and stayed put, continuing to let his eyes have their way with the parts of your body he's all but only been able to steal quick glances at before. He could only hope his patience would be rewarded; and so long as you keep talking to him like you are now, he'll wait until the sun rises if he has to.

You turn your attention back to Ghost, not having forgotten about his hands which oh so nonchalantly groped the cheeks of your ass, kneading and massaging his fingers into the backs of your thighs. He wanted nothing more than to keep letting his hands roam until they've found the center of you, his mind already playing the short gasps and moans you'd make with his fingers knuckle deep in you.

He knew you'd only make him regret it if he so much as did anything without your say-so first.

You reveled at seeing both men so eager and receptive to listen, given how fast this all went down. Frankly, it's got your head spinning so fast that you feel like you've just been drugged. However, rather than let that adrenaline crumble you down, you instead use it as chaotic fuel to your lustful actions.

You climb onto Ghost's lap like a backward chair, straddling him down with your thighs and rocking yourself against him. As he's felt you grind generously so, a tattered breath escapes his lips. Broken and faint. His expression does all it can do to remain as still as possible, only to fail, as his gaze lowers, bouncing between your eyes and lips.

Having his hands grow a mind of their own, Ghost lets them slide to your back, encouraging you to keep moving against him, which you do gladly, the lust bubbling down your lower half like a chemical reaction.

"Fuck, love," Ghost huffs out. "You're really takin' me for a ride right now, aren't you?"

"Hope you're buckled in," you tease, following it with another smooth sway of your hips, giving the man a deep grind hard enough to leave him breathing heavy.

Just when he's about ready to kiss you, you look back over at Soap, smiling. Your index finger lifts innocently, beckoning the man. "Come along now, big boy," you say.

You don't have to tell him twice.

In a matter of seconds, the man is behind you, towering over you and keeping you now sandwiched between both him and Ghost.

When you see they're both waiting on your next word, you chuckle to yourself, the power now starting to go to your head. To think, you had two of the deadliest men on your team damn near drooling, ready to fuck you. How could you not let it get to your head?

"Well," you give both men a final lurid, look, and say, "I'm waiting."

Soap and Ghost exchange wary looks, suddenly unsure of what to do with themselves now that they had you like this. Evidently, despite you already sitting on the lieutenant's lap, it's Soap who swoops in for the kiss first.

You feel his large hand push past your hair and curve around your jaw, his fingers grazing your neck before he's cocked your head back to give you a proper eye-fucking, before he's leaned down and smacked his mouth against yours, Ghost be damned.

You wiggle on Ghost's lap, your legs tightening over his thighs in an attempt to keep balance as the Sergeant all but swallowed you whole, his hands cupping around your face, keeping you from escaping.

Using the Sergeant as further support, you stretch your arms over your head and let them rest against Soap's shoulders like a warm wall, your hands cupping his face and keeping him just as pulled in, your tongues trading the taste of each other and your body unconsciously rocking over Ghost's crotch, feeling two sets of arousal brim in you from top to bottom.

Having you bouncing over his cock like this was driving Ghost feral, getting off on just the sight of you. Of course, watching you make precise work with Soap's mouth soon had the lieutenant wanting more, growing impatient waiting for the Sergeant to let up.

Ghost instead lets his hands cup over your breast, groping and massaging them generously through your shirt. His mouth finds your neck bare for his teeth, sinking them in lightly each time before he's left a heated kiss in its place, letting his lips travel down your neck until he's felt his tongue graze your collarbone, complimenting the kissing Soap gave you above.

Your mouth may be occupied by the Sergeant's, but your body belonged to the lieutenant, so long as you continued to bounce on top of him like you were.

He lets one hand leave your breast, sliding his fingers and letting them dig against your clothed skin, until it's ducked between your legs, beginning to fumble with the buttons of your pants.

It's here you've parted your mouth from Soap's, the man looking down at your doe-eyed expression, hungering for more. You see the tinge of excitement that lights up in the sky-blue of his eyes as he watches your hands make their way toward his belt, swiftly undoing it and pulling it from his waist. If Ghost would have his way with you, then you would have yours with Soap.

Ghost has slipped his hand into your pants just as you've sprung Soap's cock free of its trouser, his large member sitting in your palm like a heavy, third limb. Soap can barely enjoy the sight of you holding him so close before you've let your tongue tease over the head of him, sucking lightly at the tip and tasting the remnants of his precum on your tongue.

Soap lets his head cock back pleasurably, groaning out to himself with a smile. "Ah," he groans, "You're too good to me, Bonnie."

Soap lets his hands rest at the side of your head rather brutishly, lightly nudging your mouth further down onto his cock, his abs tensing as he listened to the light gags you let out. Despite his persistence, you kept control of yourself, making sure that your movements had the man locked into your touch. It hadn't helped that your mind was caught in two places right now.

Ghost let his two fingers massage against your clit as though he were tasked with his life to see the job done properly. The tips of his fingers dip between your folds and tease your hole, before letting your slick lubricate him, soon to return rubbing against your bud in ways that made the entire lower half of your body feel sore with lust.

And it hadn't been enough to have his hand down your pants making a ruined mess of you. Ghost's other hand very much continued to pluck and roll at your nipple, having slipped beneath your shirt at some point during the interaction, holding against you as you rocked yourself against his hand, your moans humming over the Sergeant's cock and sending a wave of euphoria down him as well.

With one hand still free, you decide it's time that Ghost enjoys himself as well. He watches your single hand with hungry eyes, slightly shaken and erratic from both his fingering and Soap's cock a mere inch away from hitting the back of your throat, the man's groans of approval like music to your ears. Your hand travels down to his belt and undoes it with ease before you've slipped him free of his jeans as well, your fingers taking in the very shape of him.

Your thumb grazes his dripping tip, letting it slick down his shaft before you've begun to pump at him, feeling the man's body tense at your touch. It makes his fingers against your clit lose their rhythm, but only momentarily.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathes out. "Just like tha', love."

The Sergeant glances down at the lieutenant, catching his dazed eyes locked on your bobbing mouth, taking in a full review of your work on the Sergeant's cock.

He could see it in the man's eyes, he was jealous, envious that he had your mouth all to himself while he had to settle for your hand. Granted your fingers danced about his shaft like an angel in her craft, though even he couldn't resist the allure that was watching your saliva dribble down his subordinate's cock, imagining the warmth of your throat struggling to take his entire length. You've felt his cock throb in your hands just at the thought, his hips faintly chasing your purposefully coy grip on him.

Soap chuckles, not being used to seeing his superior so awestruck and drunk with lust, hearing all sorts of noises and groans from the man he could never have imagined.

"Enjoyin' the show there, L.T.?" Soap teases, quickly following it by readjusting his hand on the side of your face, taking light hold of you to help further steady your already perfect rhythm.

In response, Ghost slips a third finger in you, listening to the carnal noises your cunt made at each thrust of his fingers, watching your mouth twitch over the Sergeant, momentarily struggling to suck him off through the moans that clawed out of you. That gets you to put more attention back on Ghost, your hand taking better hold of his cock and dancing over the large girth of him, keeping a steady motion until you've seen the wave-like rising and falling of his chest.

Through his light panting, Ghost taunts, "Got the best seat in the house, Johnny."

"Oh, is tha' righ', mate?" Soap licks his lips, and lets his eyes drop noticeably down to the lieutenant's cock, watching your single hand continue to pump at him, barely able to hold it all in one hand. It makes the Sergeant let out a teasing groan. "Shall we put it to the test then, L.T.?"

Ghost stares at the Sergeant, hungry for the man just as much as he starved for you.

"Be my guest, Johnny."

Hearing the two go back and forth had you giddy to see what both men had in store for each other. However, it had you just as eager to join in on the fray yourself.

After what felt like an eternity of having your drool dribble itself over the Sergeant's cock, you let your lips part from him, and with your other hand, remove yourself from Ghost as well, giggling at their kicked-puppy-dog expressions.

"I have a better idea," you say. You reach for the bottom of your shirt before pulling it over your head and discarding it at the edge of the couch. Once removed, both men fell on the same page rather quickly.

Soap's hands hastily fumbled at the clasp of your bra, before the fabric has fallen loose and your chest now lay bare for Ghost's full perusal. He hardly any time to truly enjoy it before you've momentarily climbed from him to rid yourself of the rest of your clothing, now standing a dripping, naked beauty of a woman.

Both men could do nothing more but stare, hands subconsciously stroking oneselves at the sight of you.

"Now," you say. "I can't have you both feeling so left out while the other fucks me."

"It would be cruel," Ghost quips gruffly, his eyes having been glued to your chest since he's seen your breast bounce so freely before him.

You step back over to Ghost, retaking your place over his lap and letting his cock rest thick beneath you, your sopping folds hugging warmly over him, sending a shiver down his entire body. You grind slowly, letting your fluids paint him, and wetting yourself good for what you were dying to have.

Ghost leans in, letting his hand rest on the small of your back and his lips caress the shell of your ear. "This is much crueler," he whispers. His hands immediately cupped over your breast again, recapturing the feeling of you and letting his hips lightly rock, chasing every part of you he could.

You lean forward until you've felt his nose brush the tip of yours and his breath tickle your lips.

"Don't get pouty now, Si'," you coo.

"Aye," Soap chimes in. "You're the one goin' first."

You look over at Soap playfully, leaning forward to pull him back in close by the hem of his shirt.

"I already told you two not to be greedy," you let your hand retake hold of him, your fingers curving over his girthy length gently. It shuts him up quickly, coming back in so closely to you both. "You two can share."

"What's your plan then, love?" Ghost asks, already having let his hand dive back down between your legs, gripping over his cock so the tip of his head could tease at your hole, wetness and slick coating you both.

You take your hand and you rub it against yourself, making sure every bit of your parts below had been lubed. You bring that same, dripping hand back up to Soap, before dressing his cock with your warm fluids, massaging the man, and feeling the grooves of his veins against your fingers throb.

"Now be a good little spotter and watch my back," you say playfully, before letting your eyes dip back down to Ghost. "I think the lieutenant's got the front covered."

Soap chuckles to himself, before you've felt his large hands rest gently against your bare shoulders, his callous fingers running down slowly to take a hefty handful of your ass, gripping the cheek tightly. He spreads you roughly, his eyes growing large at the sight of you, already knowing his cock would be more than a tight fit for you and devilishly longing for it.

As you've felt Soap rub his cock between your ass, letting your cheeks hug him, his hand digging possessively into your skin, you feel Ghost's hand lock over your neck, holding you there gently in front of him. That way your eyes could stay on him as his cock continued to gently nudge at your hole, only a single thrust away from finally entering you.

"You sure you can take us both?" Ghost asks.

"Wouldn't want to hurt you, lass," Soap adds in.

You position yourself better over Ghost, ready to retake your seat.

"I can handle myself, boys," you say. "Now, show me who wants it more."

You lower yourself on Ghost's cocks, feeling your folds begin to stretch and the grooves of your walls run by every vein and shape of him. It's too much at first, and he can see it in your wincing face, however, you keep lowering yourself, powering through that initial pain and instead letting that pressure boil in you like nothing you've ever felt before. It was overwhelming, and it had your lips quivering with silent moans already.

Just as you've felt your pussy start to take the full length of him, you've felt Soap tease at your second hole, his cock rubbing playfully at you, the tip dipping in ever so slightly, giving you a completely new feeling altogether. His cock stretches you just as much as Ghost's, both men easing your body to the shape of them all at once, and both waves of pleasure complimenting each other in ways that had your body shaking over them, unable to string words together.

"Fuckin' Christ, you're tight, Bonnie," Soap groans.

"Don't... stop...," you say desperately, wanting to squash any reluctance they may feel. The pleasure your body ached for was just now beginning to reach its peak. "...I can take it."

Once your body adjusted, it hadn't grown long before this slow easing had turned into an organized attack, both men pounding savagely into you.

You sat, nearly sandwiched between two men, your chest pressed against Ghost's as he hugged you to him, his cock bullying into you powerfully, the base of himself smacking against your pussy at each thrust.

In rhythm, Soap rests his chest against your back, planting kisses at your spine each time he's let himself thrust just a bit deeper inside your ass. Your hole gripped his cock so tightly it nearly pulled at him each time he came out, only to crash another orgasm-inducing thrust into you, both him and Ghost going back in forth like well-trained machines.

"That's right lovey, there you go," Ghost praises you, his breath fanning your ear. "You're takin' us so well."

In the midst of both men's vicious pounding, it felt as though every bit of you all had been entangled in some way. Hands clumsily felt, hugged, and tugged at one another, chests heaving and moans forming an opera within your living room.

When your tongue wasn't dipping itself into Ghost's mouth, then you're head was cocked back, having a few more kisses be stolen from you by Soap. At some points even, when you're face was buried in Ghost's chest attempting to muffle your moans, you've felt both men lean in to keep each other company in the meantime, rough lips pressed harshly to one another in a passionate kiss you only wished to mirror once they've parted.

Mouths part just enough to concentrate on breathing, each gasp of air being halted by yet another thrust from both ends of you.

Both men have felt an animal-like fury come out of them at each orgasm they've pulled, feeling your body tighten over their cocks and your limbs shake with pleasure, drool, and tears leaking from you, your mind completely scrambled after eleven straight minutes of this.

It isn't until Ghost has opened his eyes again, finding your face twisted with pleasure, and seeing the Sergeant's love-drunk expression -- eyes half-lidded with lust, biting his lip -- that Ghost feels himself finally at his end.

His fingers claw harshly into your skin, his pace growing punishable. Seeing the lieutenant move so carnally clicked in the sergeant's mind quickly what that had meant, already being at the brink of a climax himself.

You hug yourself over Ghost's shoulders, your body so exhausted you could pass out right now before they've even finished. Even so, you couldn't get enough of this sensation; this could go on for another hour if they wanted it to.

"...I'm ready for it," you moan. "Give it to me..."

Both men's cocks pulsate in you, your holes being filled to the brim with their cum, as it drips from you sloppily once they've pulled themselves out.

With heavy huffs, everyone in the room falls back onto the couch, taking a moment to themselves to regain their air. You still couldn't believe that just happened... that any of this had happened.

"So," Soap pants out, about ready to crash on your couch again. "Which one of us did'ye think wanted you more?"

You give Soap a sly look, baffled he would even ask you that right now. "I don't know."

Author's Note: The behemoth has been slain! I'm NEVER typing a request that is longer than 3k words ever again (this took me almost a month and a half to type due to my schedule). However, I am open to any requests for prompts with the CoD boys, though preferably none that are straight smut (I'm kind of burnt out on it atm :/).

I do hope you enjoyed this, however, and please feel free to leave a comment or any feedback! Thank you again!

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Study Date pt2

college student!Tony Stark x college student!fem!Reader

Part 1

Content: 18+ content minors DNI, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, light choking, swearing, arguing?

Synopsis: You thought your little spat with Tony was over, but he makes sure to get a better answer this time.

Word count: 2,976

You walked down the hall towards the dining room, anxiously smoothing out your outfit again and hoping that Tony wouldn't take too long. You adored his parents, but your paranoia spiked at the thought of confronting them under the assumption that they knew about your most recent activities. You passed a decorative mirror in the hall, checking your appearance one last time before continuing to the dining room.

Maria finished placing a napkin and turned to you, smiling. "(Y/N), I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" You were caught off guard when she greeted you with a hug, but the endearment helped ease your anxieties. You smiled and gave a weak laugh. "I've been so busy that I've hardly left my room," your tone was humorous but apologetic. You were about to continue but were interrupted by Howard entering the room.

"So we've heard," he started, placing a hand on the back of your shoulder in greeting before continuing around the table. "It's probably all Tony's complained about." At that information, you felt guilt settle against your sternum. You had let your focus on back-to-back essays and projects and books and- well, it all distracted you for a couple of weeks, and you didn't consider the aftereffect of your sparse presence. You were used to people being able to live without you for short periods at a time, but it seemed your boyfriend had a more challenging time than you'd thought. "I feel bad about it," you tried to keep your tone lighthearted still, awkwardly rubbing your arm.

"Don't," they both took your side. "Tony needs to learn how to wait on other people for once," Howard chided, taking a seat. "And you are allowed to focus on yourself," Maria threw in. You appreciated the understanding, but it still didn't exactly make you feel warm and fuzzy. "Maybe," you answered, unable to find a more neutral word. You took your usual seat next to Maria's, thanking her when she handed you a glass of water and placed plates of food around the table.

She gave a wave of her hand. "It's nothing fancy. When Tony mentioned you were coming over, I just had to cancel our plans tonight." As sweet as the sentiment was, you couldn't help but feel a bit sour at the revelation. "Oh, I hope it wasn't anything too special," you sounded sincere.

"It was just a dinner. We can do that any night," Maria excused, sitting next to you.

"Did you two finish up what you were doing?" Your mind blanked at the question, jumping between the math you had been working on and- well, the other thing you had been working on. At least you had actually finished the latter. You grabbed your glass to distract yourself from those flustering thoughts.

"We have a few things left, but it's nothing too-" you faltered, noticing Tony entering from the hall. "-hard." You internally cringed at your word choice and quickly took a drink of your water. Tony took his seat across from you, and as you kept up your small talk with Maria, you could tell he wasn't taking his eyes off you anytime soon.

"Are you staying the night," she asked you casually. You've stayed over before, but your anxiety was still high and you felt that it might make you look better if you said no- assuming that she knew something. "Oh, I'm not sure-" you started, only for Tony to kick you a bit harder than he probably should have under the table. You cleared your throat and pretended to take a drink, still avoiding his gaze. You continued like as if nothing happened and that you didn't get his message. "I just have a lot of chemistry to do." You didn't, but you needed to make up some excuse.

"I can help you with it; I know how bad you are at natural chemistry,” he said mockingly, referring to whatever was currently going on between you two. It was a veiled insult that only earned him an apathetic glare. You weren't sure where this aggressiveness was suddenly coming from but now was not the time. Guess your blowjob only shut him up for twenty minutes this time.

Whether or not Maria picked up the tension, she continued anyway. "Well, you're welcome to stay if you'd like. We always love to have you here."

"Well, unfortunately, school is more important than the rest of us." Tony said it like a joke, but not even he was laughing. Now he was just being a dick. That one wasn't even veiled. And now it was definitely evident that he was in a mood- if it wasn't obvious before. Howard excused himself from the table, probably not wanting to be subjected to whatever Tony was about to pull. You returned his glare. "Well, we have a lot to do and a lot to learn, so-"

"I've already figured it all out. I don't need to learn anymore." He said it in an accusing way, aimed at you. You narrowed your eyes, trying to pinpoint exactly what he meant.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to refresh your memory. To make sure you have all the facts straight." You calmly countered, trying to make it a point that you wanted to talk about this later. Clearly, there was a serious discussion to be had.

"You know, I thought you dropped our chemistry class." He looked at you in mock confusion and you raised an eyebrow at him. Obviously, he wasn't actually talking about the class. You never had it together anyway. "I thought you found a more interesting course."

You couldn't hide your offense as you tried to figure out if he meant what you think he meant. He studied your expression, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. Of course, everyone knew you weren't talking about a class, but you went along with the metaphor anyway. "You know, Tony, as difficult as that class is, it's actually my favorite." He still held an unreadable expression as he continued to watch you. No nod, no okays, no acknowledgment. He only "went to go check on something". Whatever that meant. Honestly, he probably did go busy himself with some side project in the garage.

Maria had already begun clearing the table, and you quickly wiped at your eyes and went to help her. "I'm sorry that just happened," you said quietly, grabbing a rag and wiping down the counter.

"Everyone fights," she reasoned. "And I know Tony is the biggest fighter of them all." You shook your head, quick to dismiss her claim. "No, he's allowed to be mad. I messed up. We shouldn't have done that in front of you."

"Well, I suppose I've heard worse from the two of you." You panicked and hoped she wasn't referring to what you thought she was referring to, but her sly smile said it all. You weren't sure whether to apologize or dismiss yourself, but she shook her head and changed the subject. "I wouldn't worry too much. He really cares about you." You sighed, honestly feeling worse now, and quickly excused yourself as soon as there was nothing else for you to help with.

Tony was still away when you got back to his room, and you nearly debated on just leaving. But that would make things much, much worse. And you wanted to have a civil discussion so that this wouldn't get worse. You decided that standing around and pacing wasn't productive, so you grabbed your notebook and decided to finish your assignment form earlier. But you weren't given long before the door swung open and quickly closed. You looked up from your task and met eyes with Tony, who was staring at you as if you'd done something wrong. "Are you seriously working on math right now?" You instantly became defensive at his attitude, ignoring your plans of discussion. "Oh, I'm sorry. What else was I supposed to do while you were gone? Strip naked and wait for you in bed?"

"I thought you wanted to refresh my memory."

"You're being such a dick right now," you spat, closing the book and setting it on the nightstand. Now he had your full attention.

"Well, that didn't seem to bother you earlier." He planted a hand on the bed, leaning in to kiss you. You nearly fell for it, but you turned away from him before you could give him any satisfaction. You pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing your textbook and quickly walking across the room to busy yourself with placing it in your bag. "No, Tony, you don't get to do that. Not after everything else you did tonight."

"And what exactly did I do tonight?" He asked as if he didn't know, stalking over to where you still pretended to find interest in your bag.

"Would you like a list?"

"Oh, there's a list," he latched on to your remark and came to stand right next to you. You contemplated even getting into it with him right now, but he was obviously ready for an altercation- probably had been planning on it since the beginning. So, who were you to deny him? "What's on that list?"

"Well, impatient and immature is pretty high on the list."

"Oh, I'm being immature?"

"You were literally throwing random shit at me earlier to get my attention," you exclaimed, throwing your hand out in gesture towards the room but at nothing in particular. Just dramatic effect.

"Yeah and you let it work, so maybe you're the problem here."

You scoffed. "You are always such a condescending asshole that never learns when to just shut up." You hadn't noticed that you had been herded to the end of the bed until your legs buckled against it. You silently cursed yourself but made no effort to move from your now seated position. Instead, you drew your legs onto the bed and squeezed your thighs together before glaring up at him, communicating that he had you where he wanted. There was a gratified smirk as he looked you up and down. This time, you let him lean into you. Except he went straight for your throat, and you didn't hesitate to give him full access. You didn't have the care to worry about how you were going to cover the marks he was leaving.

"You know, if you had a problem with it," Tony trailed off, hands lowering to remove your jeans. "Maybe you shouldn't have dated Tony-fucking-Stark." His remark left a sting in your chest, and you weren't sure how to interpret it yet. But there wasn't much room for debate, anyway, as teeth met the dip in your throat. You kicked your jeans aside and let him spread your legs, trying to suppress any noises as his hands trailed your inner thighs.

"But it doesn't look like you have a problem with it at all," he snarked, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot that had only gotten bigger throughout the night. He pulled your panties down your legs and immediately flipped you onto your stomach. You gave a small moan in surprise, arching your back and raising your hips in anticipation at the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Your breath hitched at the heavy tip pressing at your entrance, and even though you wanted nothing more than to be fucked senseless right now, you couldn't ignore your fear from earlier. "Tony, we shouldn't do this. Your parents-"

"Then I guess you need to learn how to shut up," he jabbed your earlier words back at you. You started to say something back to him, but your remark turned into a punched-out moan as he slid into you. You bit into the sheets to muffle your whimpers while he let you adjust, slowly thrusting until your walls let him in fully. Once he was buried to the hilt, he kept you pressed against him. You squirmed, trying to find any friction. Instead, you felt him shift above you to tug at the blanket in your mouth to make you let go. You offered no resistance and let out a breathy moan, attempting to draw your legs together as his movements caused him to press harder into you.

He remained standing behind you and started at a rough pace, nearly pulling out and harshly snapping his hips into you. The headboard hit shamelessly against the wall, but it was hard to care when you could only focus on the feeling of him inside of you. Two weeks without him seemed to make all those sweet spots extra sensitive, and the steady thudding against the wall only amplified your pleasure as a loud reminder of how good you had it.

"That's right, baby, let me know how much you need me," he sneered upon hearing his name throughout a lengthy string of broken moans. "My name's the only one you'll ever need." You tightly clenched at his words. Tony let out a groan, and his pace stuttered to a halt. He kept you pressed against him, nails digging into your hips to keep himself grounded. "Tony, please," you whined, feeling the orgasm that was building already starting to fade. You tried (and failed) to create any movement and reached down to touch yourself. You didn't have a chance to find your rhythm, however, because Tony quickly grabbed your hand away as if he was offended. Instead, he took your place, rubbing tight circles against your clit and pounding into you again. "Did you touch yourself like this while you were too busy for me?"

"Yes," you managed to choke out, knowing that if you didn't respond with words he'd probably stop again.

"I bet you thought about how good I'd fuck you when you finally came crawling back to me." He brought a leg onto the mattress to lean over you more easily. "I bet that's why you did it, so you could drive me crazy," he accused you, biting at any skin he could reach. You could only pant out a no and feebly shake your head. You weren't sure what answer he would've preferred, but there was never any winning in this position anyway. He must not have appreciated it because he sat up, bringing you with him. The hand on your waist left to wrap around your throat.

"I'm the most important thing in your life, you got that?" He practically growled it into your ear. Any other time you would have rolled your eyes or made a remark, but you could only cry out a yes as you finally came. You arched into him, hips rolling with the constriction of your walls. At this point, you were unconcerned at the loud and rather indecent moan that left your lips. Tony thrust into you a few more times, still working at your clit to keep you impossibly tight even when you tried to nudge him away. His hand finally retreated to flatten against your thigh as he came, groaning into your shoulder and tightening his fingers around your throat. You panted, a few coming out as small moans, and leaned your head against his when the grip on your throat left. He wrapped both arms around your waist, breathing heavily with you. Neither of you dared speak until your breathing slowed.

"As hot as that was, I never want to do that aga-" you hissed at a particularly harsh bite to your shoulder and nudged him away. "I've missed you." He hid his face in your neck as he said it, not used to admitting his affections. Your heart clenched at the layer of hurt in his voice. "I'm sorry." You brought a hand to the arms that circled your waist. "But next time, let's not insult each other and have a weird hate-fuck while your parents are home," you said to him pointedly. He let out a muffled huff, breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. "How about next time you don't leave me." Leave felt like a dramatic word to use, but you wouldn't correct him if that's how he felt. You saw him in class and let him walk you around campus, but quick kisses and light touches were quite the step down from what the two of you normally got up to every day. And though you wouldn't bring it up, you wondered if some of his behavior tonight stemmed from his well-hidden insecurity that even you weren't acquainted with yet. You focused on the rise and fall of his chest against your back and the breath that fanned your skin. Eventually, he placed one last kiss against your shoulder before pulling out.

After a short shower, the two of you settled silently in the bed. You ran your fingers through Tony's slightly dampened hair as he lay on your chest, and you built up the courage to talk about earlier. "You know I'll never actually leave you, right?" There was a long pause, and you were worried he had already fallen asleep. Eventually, he nodded, and you took it as a sign to continue. "I wasn't cheating or trying to make you mad I just- got caught up and lost track of time and-" you lost track of your thoughts and hoped he would understand what you were saying. "I let it go on for too long, and I didn't realize how shitty my actions were." There was another period of silence.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I said you were cheating earlier," he mumbled against your skin before placing a kiss on your collarbone. "I know you'd never cheat."

"It's okay," you repeated the sentiment back to him, sighing when the weight in your chest lifted. He lifted his head to look at you, smiling before kissing you sweetly. And it was definitely the best either of you had felt in recent days.

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Hey! Just read your Baker!Derek fic and... IT'S AMAZING! PLEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE could you give us more? I'm dying of curiosity with what will happen and I just loved Derek's interaction with the sheriff, haha. Anyway, thanks for writing bc it's already awesome!

since i actually got a few requests to finish it here's a part two. you can find part 1 here and part 3 here

That night, out of nowhere, Derek decided to cook homemade lasagna. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to make his own noodles because things at the bakery took longer than he wanted, but store bought is fine. He finds it comforting to go through the methods of cooking this dish. Stirring together the ricotta and mozzarella. Making homemade sauce and chopping up garlic to go into it. Then he focuses on lining the pan with noodles and then layering the ingredients together. It really quiets his mind and prevents him from freaking about Stiles.

Of course, as soon as it’s in the oven and Derek is done cleaning up, all he has is time to freak the fuck out. He is kind of pretty sure he has a thing for Stiles, and Stiles might have a thing for him, which is even scarier. But it’s too soon to tell, Derek is sure of it. And really, they just barely met, so why is he freaking out?

Probably because it’s been so long since he has ever dated. He hasn’t had time lately, so it’s kind of been on the back burner, but now Stiles is right there and well…he doesn’t want to say no to this.

There’s a knock on the back door, so Derek goes to answer it with a, “You know you can use the front door, right?”

“This just seems like our thing,” Stiles says with a shrug, and for the first time, Stiles is wearing jeans a v-neck at Derek’s house. It’s not a swimsuit. Why isn’t he wearing a swimsuit?

“Uh, come in, I guess?” Derek says, taking a step back and letting Stiles into his house.

“I didn’t say this last time I was here, but you have a nice house,” Stiles comments, looking around the kitchen. “A really big, open kitchen. My mom would’ve loved it. She loved baking too.”

Derek smiles softly at that.

“What do I smell?” Stiles asks, sniffing again.

“Garlic?” Derek suggests.

“Definitely.” Stiles nods. “And something else. Tomatoes, like a red sauce.” Then he looks at the oven and sees it’s on. “Lasagna?”

“Yup,” Derek answers. “And you’re more than welcome to have some. There’s more than plenty. You can even take some home to your dad.”

“I’m sure he’d love that,” Stiles mumbles. “Did you use real sausage?”

“Chicken sausage actually,” Derek tells him.

Stiles lights up. “Then maybe I can bring some home to him.”

“You didn’t wear your swimsuit,” Derek can’t help but point out.

Stiles looks down as if he expected to be wearing something else or like he didn’t know what he was wearing. “Yeah, I figured maybe tonight we could just hangout or something. If you’re cool with that.”

Derek really, really hopes the sheer panic he feels isn’t clear on his face, but the way Stiles starts to retreat into himself and look sad makes it seem like maybe it is. Derek is quick to say, “I’m cool with it.”

Again, Stiles lights up with a smile and looks like Derek just made his day.

They’re quiet for a few moments before Stiles brings up the brownies. “They were really good. What did you put in them?”

“I tried putting fudge in them,” Derek explains, leaning against the counter. “I haven’t experimented much with my brownies, and I suddenly got inspired to. I want to try making mint brownies.”

“Well, if you need a taste tester, my mouth is yours,” Stiles tells him and then his eyes widen in panic. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. That came out totally wrong, and it was inappropriate. I’m so sorry.”

Derek laughs and runs a hand through his hair, feeling lighter than he has in a while. “It’s okay. I get what you meant. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Stiles smiles softly at that, looking almost like he is suddenly shy around Derek, which is weird. The man broke into Derek’s yard while he was away and used his pool. That doesn’t strike Derek as the characteristics of a shy person, but maybe there’s more to Stiles than meets the eye.

“Do you want a drink or something?” Derek asks, remembering that he is a host and should be polite.

“I wouldn’t mind water,” Stiles answers.

Derek pushes himself off the counter and grabs a glass to fill it up with water.

“You don’t have to get it for me,” Stiles comments. “I feel like I’m a little passed the guest stage.”

“I don’t think you were ever in that stage,” Derek laughs, looking over at him. That’s when Derek is struck with how beautiful Stiles is. His face is just…Derek doesn’t have words. The way his eyes shine in the kitchen lights, though. That’s…incredible. They almost look like honey, and Derek wants to maybe stare at them forever.

Stiles looks a little awestruck as well like he is just seeing Derek for the first time. “What color are your eyes?” he asks with a laugh.

“Hazel,” Derek answers automatically before realizing he’s spilling water all over his hand because the cup is full. He immediately takes the cup back and pours a touch of water down the sink so it isn’t spilling over anymore. “Here’s your water.”

Stiles reaches and grabs it, their fingers brushing as he does. “Thanks, dude.”

“So why did you leave so suddenly last night?” Derek asks.

It takes a moment for Stiles to answer because his head is tipped back as he drinks the water, and Derek gets to admire how long it is and how his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows. Stiles finally puts the water on the counter and runs a hand through his hair, not looking at Derek. “Uh, I just remembered I had a thing to do.”

“A thing?” Derek asks, trying to get more information.

Stiles shrugs. “A thing with my best friend. We’re currently working on planning his wedding, which isn’t saying much because his fiancee and her best friend are mostly calling the shots, but we’re helping where we can, you know?”

Derek nods. “I helped my sister plan her wedding, but honestly, I didn’t do much. She was pretty set on what she wanted, and she’s headstrong and very determined to do things herself.”

“She sounds awesome,” Stiles laughs, taking a sip of his water.

“She is,” Derek agrees, knowing he has a fond smile on his face. He really does love his family. “She usually is my taste tester, but…”

“But what?” Stiles asks, picking up on Derek’s hesitance.

Derek shrugs. “I wanted a new perspective on stuff as I’m trying new things. Plus, she’s my sister. She has to support me.”

Stiles laughs and sets down his water. “I wouldn’t know. I’m an only child. How many siblings do you have? What’s it like?” He puts his hands on the counter and then jumps up so he’s sitting atop it, letting his legs dangle.

“Don’t scuff my cabinets,” Derek quickly says before Stiles can do anything. “And I have two sisters, one older and one younger. It’s like having someone in your life that you can switch from hating them to loving them within seconds, but also there’s no question that you always love them, you know?”

Stiles nods, looking serious for once. “I have that with my best friend. He’s as close to a brother as I have.”

“What’s his name?” Derek asks.

“Scott,” Stiles answers, smiling fondly. “We’ve been best friends since we were in preschool. We’ve been through so much together. I could never imagine my life without him.”

The conversation strikes something in Derek. Something about seeing Stiles’ deeper emotional side really appeals to him, makes him even more intrigued about Stiles. “I feel the same way about my sisters,” Derek finally says.

The oven timer starts beeping, signaling that the lasagna is done, so Derek quickly goes to pull it out.

“Sweet, it’s done!” Stiles exclaims, jumping off the counter to come up behind Derek to look at it. “Looks picture perfect honestly. Baker and a cook. What a catch. How are you still single?” Stiles backs up at that, so Derek looks behind at him. “If you are single. I don’t know that you’re not, and that’s quite the assumption to make wow.”

“I’m single,” Derek laughs. “And the lasagna needs to cool before I can cut it.”

“What’s with you and cooling things down?” Stiles sighs, looking grumpy, but there’s a smile that he’s trying to hide.

“If you cut it too early then it cracks,” Derek argues. “And it’s just what my dad always did, so I just follow his methods.”

Stiles laughs, throwing his head back. “That’s so adorable that you just follow what your dad tells you.”

“Says the person who wants to be just like his dad when he grows up,” Derek points out.

Stiles stops laughing, but still has a smile on his face, and he looks like he is genuinely enjoying this conversation with Derek. Derek doesn’t see that look on people’s faces very often. “Touche,” Stiles concedes. “So I’ll be patient.”

“Doesn’t seem like that’s a common occurrence for you,” Derek comments.

Stiles shakes his head. “Nope, but I’ll be patient for you.”

Derek tries to not let that comment get to his head, but it does. In fact, it stays with him all through the night and well into the next day.

“Erica,” Derek almost whines, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t whine. “What does it mean?”

“What does what mean?” she asks, filing her nails as she leans against the counter in the back. She’s supposed to be helping stock the shelves with the goods Derek baked. He isn’t concerned, though, because she will do it before they open, and she arranges them so perfectly, so he doesn’t argue.

“What does it mean that he’ll be patient for me?” he asks her, already having given her a rundown of what’s been going on between Stiles and him.

“I don’t know,” she says dryly. “Sounds like he’s got the hots for you.”

“What do I do about that?” Derek is a little out of practice. He probably hasn’t dated since college, and admittedly, it’s been a few years since then.

She shrugs and looks up at him, pulling her hair up into a ponytail that signals she’s about to get to work. “Ask him out,” she answers.

“It’s not that simple,” Derek argues.

“It’s not?” she asks, unconvinced.

He shakes his head. “He’s the sheriff’s son.”

“Wait, your neighbor is Stiles?” Erica asks, her face lighting up as she laughs. “Oh my god. Oh my god. You have the hots for Stilinski.”

Derek looks around, knowing no one is around, but he has to double check because no one can know he has the hots for Stiles. No one. “Not so loud,” he whispers.

She rolls her eyes. “No, this is way too funny. I used to have a crush on him in high school. Before I found Boyd.”

“Really?” Derek asks. “Is there a reason you stopped having a crush on him?”

She shrugged. “He didn’t ever notice me, then I met Boyd, and the rest is history.” She looks Derek in the eye seriously for a moment before speaking. “He’s a good guy, Derek, and he wears his emotions on his face. Be careful with him. For what it’s worth, I think he’d be good for you.” She pats his shoulder before she walks out to prep the display case.

Derek takes a deep breath to settle himself and think about everything. Yes, he’s into Stiles. Yes, Stiles is probably into him, but is he ready to further this?

For the first time in what seems like a week, Stiles doesn’t come that night. At all. Not even late at night to swim. Derek doesn’t want to admit that he misses him, but….well, Derek misses Stiles. Just a little bit.

The next day, Derek actually gets to sleep in since Boyd is handling the baking today. It’s such a nice feeling being able to sleep in. He misses it. In fact, he has the day off. He does have to stop by the bakery to make sure everything’s running smoothly, but other than that, he can relax today. No meetings, no phone calls to make. He wakes up when he wants to without an alarm and then goes for a run.

When he gets back from his run, there’s someone at his front door. Derek can easily tell it’s Stiles who is knocking on his door. “Derek?” he calls out. “Come on, I know you’re in there. Your car is outside.”

“I’m not in there,” Derek says, making Stiles jump.

Stiles turns around, holding a hand to his chest. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“I scared you. I don’t think Jesus did.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and then his eyes do a once over of Derek. “Did you go jogging?”

“Yes?” Derek says, confused because Stiles’ tone sounded accusatory.

“I swear to God,” Stiles mumbles angrily looking away. “Whatever. I’m here to give you my phone number.”

“Your phone number?” Derek asks.

Stiles nods. “My phone number. You know, so I can let you know if I’m coming over or not coming over.”

“Sounds good,” Derek is quick to say. He wouldn’t mind having Stiles’ phone number. Just in case.

They switch phones and enter each other’s number in the phone and then hand them back.

“Where were you last night?” Derek asks, trying to be subtle about his concern.

Stiles smirks. “You saying you missed me, big guy?”

“No,” Derek tells him firmly. “I was just wondering. Curious, you know.”

Stiles nods, but is smiling like he knows the truth. Whatever the truth is. “Sure. I went out with Scott and his fiancee. All last minute.”

“Did you have fun?” Derek asks.

“I did.” Stiles smiles and shakes his head. “So we still on for tonight?”

“Sure,” Derek agrees.

“What are you making?” Stiles asks.

Derek shrugs. “I was thinking of ordering in tonight. Give myself the day off from cooking completely.”

“Are you still okay if I come over? I can skip tonight.” Stiles looks worried that Derek might actually say no. Little does he know…

“Sure!” Derek is quick to answer enthusiastically to ease Stiles’ worry. “Does seven work for you?”

“Seven is perfect,” Stiles tells him with a smile.

“Then it’s a date.” Derek nods solemnly.

“Yeah,” Stiles says and then his eyes widen comically. “Wait. A d-date? Like an actual date or are you just using the expression?”

Derek takes a moment to think about it. “Uh, let’s make it an actual date. See where everything goes?”

“Yeah, yes, perfect,” Stiles says quickly. “Sounds great. See you at seven.”

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Heyyy! Thanks for your very creative writing, I totally understand if you reject my request, bc it can be a little weird, but I would like to know how would RFA + Saeran and V react to MC lyric pranking them with Ariana Grande's songs, or maybe she's just trying to send them a message through the song's lyrics? I'm a huge arianator and I would love to see that, since you're very inventive, maybe you could put them together somehow? Thank you so much!

Yeah, I almost rejected this one, but I really like Ariana too, so I went with your second option, but I choose mostly “Dangerous Woman” songs… hope that’s what you wanted! It was pretty fun ^

RFA + Saeran and V reacting to MC quoting Ariana Grande

Zen – Into You

You are totally ready to get intimate, but he keeps holding back because of THE BEAST

So you call him when we went out to buy some groceries, he picks it up right away: “Hey, babe! I miss you so much! What are you up to?”

“I’m so into you I can barely breathe, and all I want to do is to fall in deep. But close ain’t close enough till we cross the line, so name a game to play, and I’ll roll the dice…”

“B-Babe, what are you talking about? G-Games?”

“Oh baby, look what you started! The temperature is rising in here, is this gonna happen? Been waiting for you to make a move before I’ll make a move…”

“Oh princess, you… you’ve been waiting for my move? But I… I’m a gentleman, MC…although I would like to see your moves… I mean, I…”

“So baby, come light me up! And maybe I’ll let you on it… a little bit dangerous, but baby, that’s how I want it…”

“D-Dangerous? You wanna see the beast? But I want to be always a gentleman in front of you, MC… I…”

“A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body, cause I’m so into you! Into you! Into you!”

“Wow, you’re really into me, then… I… I didn’t know that, MC. Well, if that’s what you really want…”

“SO TELL ME WHAT YOU CAME IN FOR! CAUSE I CAN’T WAIT NO MORE! I’M ON THE EDGE WITH NO CONTROL! AND DARLING, I NEED YOU TO KNOW…”

You were going to repeat the chorus, but then Zen came in suddenly and carried you to the bedroom. “I loved everything you said to me, except for the ‘maybe I’ll let you on it’, if you really want the beast, you better let me on it!” Oh boy…

God bless Ariana Grande!

Yoosung – Moonlight

He’s probably an arianator too lololol

So he thinks it’s really cute when you call him and recite “Moonlight” for him

“The sun is setting, and you are right here by my side and the movie is playing, but we won’t be watching tonight, every look, every touch, makes me wanna give you my heart. I’ve been crushing on you, baby. Stay right where you are…”

“Oh… that’s so sweet, MC, I… I’m blushing really hard, because you’re so cute and…”

“I kiss your fingertips as I wish you’re all mine. You’re giving me Elvis with some James Dean in your eyes…”

“Wow, they’re pretty cool and manly guys, MC, I didn’t know you really see me like that…”

“Put your lips on my neck, make me want to give you my body. I’ve been falling for you, baby… and I just can’t stop…”

Blushing mess, he didn’t expect for you to say that part of the song… “Wh-What? You – You mean it, MC? I… I…”

“I never knew you could have moonlight in your hand till the night I held you. You are my moonlight!”

He’s so red because he instantly remembers last night with you… oh so that’s why you picked this song… he’s still a mess, but he wants to play along: “You’re so bossy, you make me dance! Tryna sit in the back of your whip and just cancel my plans” which were playing LOLOL, basically.

Then you continue: “Sweet like candy, but you’re such a man. ”

And you finish together: “You know just what you do when you hold me tight and you call me moonlight too.”

“You mean it, MC?” “Yes, you can come over, I’m waiting…” “No, I mean… about be being ‘such a man’?”

Jaehee- Greedy

You’re still friends, but you want to be something more… you’ve been dropping hints but she’s very oblivious, so maybe it’s time to be more direct…

Yet you don’t want to be too direct… so you call her and let Ariana Grande speaks for you:

“Girl, you give me feelings, never felt before. And I’m making it obvious by knocking at your door. You know I’m coming tonight, I know I’m coming tonight, don’t want to deny it anymore…”

“I don’t understand, MC, and… yes, I know you’re coming tonight, we live together…”

“Baby, you got lucky cause you rocking with the best and I’m greedy. So greedy!”

“Are you trying to tell me you want a salary increase? Well, we can discuss that, you’ve been a great partner and…”

“I ain’t talking money, I’m just physically obsessed, and I’m greedy! So greedy! GREEEEDDDYYYYYY!”

“MC, are you okay?”

“I don’t need a phone call! Got nothing to say, I’mma tell you when it’s over, got no games to play…”

“Okay, so why don’t you tell what you’re trying to say in person?”

You take a deep breath: “You know that I’m greedy for love…”

“What? No, I don’t… I… MC? You’re greedy for… my love?” “Well, I… yes, Jaehee.”

“Oh… that’s interesting, I told you I’ve been getting pretty greedy myself too…” WAIT! Was she trying to drop hints too? You are shocked, but in a very good way…

“So let’s talk about it when you come tonight.” You’re not seeing her, but you know she’s smiling…

Jumin – Touch it

He’s been away on a business trip and, it was a sudden decision and he didn’t even say a proper goodbye, you were a little sentimental, but still missed him.

You call him late at night, when you’re pretty sure he’s not workig anymore, he picks up: “MC, I apologize for…

“How do I make the phone ring? Why do I even care? How are you all around me when you’re not really there? How do I feel you on me when you’re not on my skin?”

“Well, princess, you’ve got a great amount of questions, huh? And some pretty bold ones…do you have the time to get the answers?”

“Cause every time I’m with you I go into a zone. And I remember all the places you wanna go… Take me all the way! Ain’t nobody gonna touch it! Touch it! Touch it!”

“I’m not following, honey… but if you want to come with me on my next business trip, I would be delighted… and why do you keep saying to ‘touch it’? You have any idea how tempting you sound right now? ”

“How do you know I’m breathing when I’m holding my breath? Why don’t we face the danger just for the night and forget? Baby, let’s just forget…”

“’Danger’? Kitten, you shouldn’t play with me like that… you know what happens when you tease me…”

“Cause every time I see you, I don’t wanna behave! I’m tired of being patient, so let’s pick up the pace… take me all the way!”

“Well, if you insist so much, kitten… tell me, what are you wearing right now?”

God bless Ariana Grande!²

Saeyoung – Dangerous Woman

He’s been locked on his office for a few hours now, he even got a little snappy and told you to stay away when he’s dealing with dangerous stuff…

You know he always picks up your calls even when he shouldn’t… “What do you want, MC? Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me when I’m working?

“Don’t need permission, made my decision to test my limits! Cause it’s my business, God as my witness, start what I finished… no need to hold up taking control of this kind of moment. I’m locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open…”

“Well, I’m locked and loaded too, but you don’t let me focus! What… what do you want, anyway?”

“All that you got, skin to skin… Oh my god! Don’t ya stop, boy!”

“S-Stop with what? What are you saying, woman?”

“Somethin’ about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman. Somethin’ about you makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t…”

“Like calling me while I’m at work? Stop… stop teasing me, MC… it’s very hard to focus… maybe later we can talk about this…”

“I wanna savor, save it for later. The taste of flavor, cause I’m a taker, cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature… I live for danger!”

“Oh, is that so? Tell me… tell me more, then…”

“All girls wanna be like that, bad girls underneath like that, you know how I’m feeling inside…”

“Okay, MC. Hold that thought, I’m coming to you…”

You smirk, and then Saeyoung comes in to the room in a full cosplay of Ariana Grande’s bunny outfit, he even got the ponytail! You are shocked… at how much you’re turned on by this… “Saeyoung…I…”

“Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof, and know what I’m doing! The way we’re movin’ like introducing us to a new thing…” his crossdressing kink is not really that new to you but… “Are you ready to be my Mac Miller, MC?” okay, this is new, tho

Saeran - Best Mistake

You’ve had a pretty bad fight, neither one of you want to be the first to apologize, but you really regret the things you said…

You call him, expecting him not to pick up, but he does… “WHAT?”

He seems pretty mad, you forget what you wanted to say… and then this comes to your mind: “As soon do we forget how we fell, dealing with emotions that never left, playing with the hand that we were dealt in this game…”

“What game, are you drunk?”

“Maybe I’m the sinner and you’re the saint. Gotta stop pretending what we ain’t, why we’re pointing fingers, anyway? We’re all the same…”

“We’re not the same! Don’t say weird things like that! I… don’t want to fight with you again…”

“Break-up, make-up… total waste of time! Can we please make up our minds and stop acting like we’re blind?”

“Are you trying to give me a ultimatum? How bold of you… why… why are you doing this?”

“Cause if the water dries up, and the moon stop shining, stars fall and the world goes blind, boy… you know I’ve been saving my love for you… for you…”

“Have you… for real? MC, I… I don’t want you to feel you made a mistake being with me… I know how messed up I can be and… it can be pretty hard for you…

“Cause you’re the best mistake I’ve ever made, but we hold on… there’s no pot of gold in the rainbows we chase, but we hold on…”

“Okay, you said what you want to say, it’s my turn now…” he takes a deep breath… “I guess times wasting, tick tocking, lip locking… How can we keep the feelings fresh? How do we zip lock them?” oh my god… is he reciting Big Sean’s rap?

“Hold love! I know love can be a beach with no shore. I done count to ten, lost my temper and went back to four… I know sometimes it’s hard to realize I’m the man that you need… I had a dream we branched out, started a family tree…”

“Wait! Have you?”

“I wish that you were happy! I guess that’s the one thing I should be providing…Ain’t no number twos, we both ones and ones, we the oddest…”

“Well, I guess , but…”

“Couple only human except you, you a goddess… only lying to you when I lie you down, just being honest! When you start as friends, it’s hard to say you’re never going back… If I’m not the one, then I’m the best mistake you ever had.”

“Saeran… you are the one for me, and… wait! How do you know this song?” “Well, you keep listening to it, I pay more attention to you than you think, you know? So… please come back home so I can… lie you down.” “Oh my God, Saeran…” you blush. “What? Just being honest…”

V – One Last Time

You’ve had a fight, it was weird and at some point between the anger, he called you Rika.

You were so confused and hurt, so you just stormed out of there, you’ve had a little too much to drink and called him, even thought you had no idea what to say.

He picks up. “MC, where are you? I was so worried… there’s so much I want to say to you…”

“I was a liar, I gave into the fire! I know I should’ve fought it! At least I’m being honest… Feel like a failure, cause I know that I failed you, I should’ve done you better, cause you don’t want a liar…”

“A liar? What are you talking about, love?”

“And I know she gave you everything, but boy, I couldn’t give it to you… And I know that you got everything, but I got nothing here without you…”

“MC, is this about Rika? Please don’t say that…”

“So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home… One more time! I promise after that, I’ll let you go!”

“Let… let me go? Are you breaking up with me, MC?”

“Baby, I don’t care if you got her in your heart! All I really care is you wake up in my arms… One last time, I need to be the one who takes you home…”

“Take me home? But you’re the one who left… wait, are you… are you drunk?”

“I don’t deserve it! I know I don’t deserve it! But stay with me a minute…I’ll swear I’ll make it worth it!”

“MC, I’m asking Seven to track you down right now! I’m coming to you, don’t do anything you’ll regret later!”

“Can’t you forgive me? At least just temporarily? I know that this is my fault!I should have been more careful…”

“I should be the one saying that, my love…”

A few minutes later, he finds you at a bar, you want to say something, he just hugs you tightly, stroking your hair.

“V, I’m… I’m sorry if I’m not her, I’m doing my best! I mean… not now, but I…I want to fill this void inside you…” “You already do, my love, I was just caught up with the moment, and I feel so bad… just focus on being you, because you’re the one I love…I got you, and only you, in my heart…” he kisses you, and you know he’s trying not to act too desperate for your lips…

“And I would be more than honored to wake up in your arms, but I hope this isn’t the last time…” “It won’t, I promise…”

#mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger #hyun ryu #mystic messenger zen #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mystic messenger jihyun #mystic messenger v #ariana grande

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