#anyway my brain is a blissful mush at the moment... i will be thinking about this forever

[hide-your-bugs-away]

The best day of my life, not gonna lie 🥹💙🎹✨️

[nanaslutt]

the best teacher

ʚ synopsis: Nanami finds out you've never had an orgasm and he's determiend to show you exactly how to do it

ʚ pairing: Kento Nanami x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship, inexperienced reader, he talks you through it, fingering, clit play, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, prone bone, rough sex, big dick Nanami, fluff

ʚ note: congrats @l0rdgeosupport3rr on winning my spur of the moment fic giveaway, i hope u enjoy <3

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)

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"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked, his deep voice right against your ear seeping into your head and making your brain turn to mush. His hands dragging from your thighs to caressing your torso was quite distracting as he sat behind you, your back against his hard chest. You could feel his excitement poking you in your lower back, making you wonder how much he was holding back right now.

You had confessed to your boyfriend Nanami when a makeout session got a little hot and heavy, that you had actually never touched yourself. Well, not successfully anyway. It took everything in you not to cower away when he sat you down in front of him and made you explain exactly what you were having trouble with. You confessed you wanted to take things further with him, but you were nervous. Every time you touched yourself, you would bring yourself right up to the edge, but you could never manage to push yourself over the ledge and feel that bliss everyone always talked about. 

Nanami, the ever-loving boyfriend he was, generously offered to help you out. Nanami hadn't had many partners before you, but he did read romantic and erotic books in his free time and maybe went a little above and beyond in biology class when the topic of discussion was women's bodies. Kento never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable with his actions if he were ever to be intimate with someone, so he studied like hell to make sure that never happened. 

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm gonna walk you through it okay? Just leave everything to me, all you gotta do is relax and pay attention." Nanami whispered against your ear, his reassuring words making your body relax and melt against his. "Good girl." He praised when he felt your shoulders go slack against him. Nanami continued to rub his hands up and down your soft thighs, one hand caressed your stomach and hips and the other crept up your skin to squeeze your breast through your bra, making you bite back a moan on instinct.

Nanami noticed you holding back your sounds, and dragged his other hand to massage both breasts now, squishing them together and kneading them in his large palms. You rolled your head to the side and tucked your face in Nanami's neck, pressing your thighs together as the stimulation sent jolts of your head to the bundle of nerves between your thighs. 

"You don't have to hold back your voice with me. You can be as loud as you want, just let it out. I know it feels good." Nanami praised, crossing his hands over your chest and sliding his right hand under the cup of your left breast, and his left hand under your right one. Nanami felt his cock twitch when you released little gasps and moans into his neck, your breath tickling his skin. 

He resisted the urge to fuck his hips against your ass, not wanting you to think he was trying to rush you. The older man found your hardened buds under your bra and pinched them softly, rubbing and twirling them with his fingers. Both of your hands shot up to grab his thick wrists for comfort as you squirmed against him, rubbing your thighs together to bring yourself some relief. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" Nanami asked, looking down at you from under his lashes. He couldn't see your face, as you were still hiding it in the crook of his neck, but your noises and the way you nodded rapidly agaisnt him were good enough. "Does your cunt ache?" Nanami asked, licking his lips as he watched you hump against your thighs. "Mhm." You responded, your body jolting and shaking against his as he rubbed your nipples expertly with his large fingers. 

"Good, you should always warm your body up first before you touch yourself. Don't rush, get excited. Wait until you can feel yourself dripping." Nanami instructed, his vulgar words making you want to shy away from him even more. "I need to know you're listening. Do you understand?" He asked, pausing his ministrations until you gave him a proper answer so he knew his teachings would not be in vain. 

"Yes." You whispered against him, making Nanami crack an almost unnoticeable smile at your bashfulness. "I'm gonna rub your pussy over your panties now," Nanami warned you, waiting for a nod of understanding before he pulled one of his hands out from your bra and started dragging it down your body. He flipped his hand and just barely ghosted his fingertips down your body, dragging them down your skin as he made his way to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Little gasps and choked breaths from you made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to restrain himself. "Part your legs for me, please," Nanami asked sweetly, waiting until your legs were spread before he hooked his legs over yours, making it so that if the stimulation got too much, you couldn't snap your legs on his hand while he got you off. "H-haah.." Your breathing seemed so loud in the now suddenly quiet room and Nanami did the same motion he did down your body, just teasing his fingers over your knees and down to your sensitive inner thighs.

"Kento..." You whined breathlessly, rocking your hips into the air out of impatience. Nanami's resolve faltered for a moment when your ass started grinding back on his cock, giving him the perfect stimulation. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself for a moment, relishing in the pleasure. "You want me to touch your pussy?" He teased, his voice deeper and more aroused sounding than before as his lips tickled over your ear. 

You slightly leaned your head away from him, exposing a bit of your neck and the side of your face to his lips. Kento pressed a featherlight kiss to your ear, making goosebumps raise over your arms before he spread his fingers like a V and teased them around your cunt. He let out a sigh with you, his cock twitching when your hands squeezed his wrist that held your tit tighter.

"Please Ken, I need it." You begged, spreading your legs further to emphasize your words. You couldn't take your eyes off his hand that teased over your pussy, not yet touching you where you needed him the most. Kento massaged your breast in circles, using the fat to calm himself down when he felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his aching dick into his boxers. 

"Is this what you need?" He whispered sensually against the shell of your ear as he pressed his thick middle finger along the center of your pussy, dragging it against your clit, down to your needy hole, which had now soaked your panties with your juices. You let out a gasp and tipped your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your eyes fell shut in bliss. 

"This spot here is important," Nanami spoke between kisses against your throat, his eyes half closed in bliss. He tapped his thick middle finger against your clit, before he pressed down on it and started rubbing it in circles. "Oh fuck-" You gaped, your chest inflating as you sucked a deep breath into your lungs. "You need to touch your clit like this if you want to cum." Nanami instructed, making sure you were nodding after every sentence he spoke.

"Uh-huh, u-u-huh." You moaned, nodding dumbly as you relished in the feeling of Kento touching you through your panties, your greedy hole clenching around nothing at his touch. "How do you touch yourself? You said you have trouble finishing, are you touching your clit like this?" Nanami asked, making your face rush with blood. Your cheeks felt hot as you opened your eyes and looked between your legs. Nanami watched you watch him from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to speak. 

"Y-yeah." You tried to speak, your voice coming out breathier and more stuttered than you thought it would. "It gets really i-intense the closer I get to..." You trailed off, darting your eyes to the side of the room. Nanami raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers faster over your clothed clit, his cock throbbing when your voice hitched and your moans raised in volume. "You can say it. It gets intense before you orgasm, right? That's why you can't finish, your body goes rigid, doesn't it?" Nanami said, hitting the nail right on the head. 

You nodded at his words, taking a moment to greedily take air into your lungs when Nanami ceased his rubbing and nonchalantly started sliding his fingers underneath your panties. "Y-yeah, f-fuuuck." You began to speak again when your words were cut short as Nanami started rubbing his bare fingers against your hot, wet clit. It felt ten thousand times better than him teasing you through your panties.

"It feels so much better after teasing yourself right? Your body is worked up and ready for more, it's aching for it. You nodded, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whined into the room, your moans echoing off the walls. You were unable to stop your hips from jerking into his hand when he started rubbing your clit with two fingers more rapidly.

"I-its you," You gasped, your nails digging into his thick wrist that held your tit. Nanami cocked his head in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. "Y-you, it feels good b-because it's you," Nanami swears at that moment his brain short circuits as he fights every neuron in his body to not send signals to his dick to cream his pants right now. "You really..." Nanami trails off as he slides his hand out from your bra and grabs your neck, tipping your head to look up at him.

His lips collide with yours in a passionate, needy kiss. His lips move quickly, wasting no time before his tongue was mingling with your own, making your already needy pussy throb for more. "Gonna put my fingers in." He moaned between kisses, his eyebrows furrowing when your humping got more needy, and your ass rubbed his cock just right from behind. 

Your lips separated from his own with a gasp as he slid a finger down to your tight, sopping entrance and pressed it in. Both of you moaned in tandem when he slowly slid his finger in till the base of his finger was pressed against your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to put what you learned to use for me sweetheart, can you do that?" Kento asked, releasing the hold he had on your neck, settling just to rest his hand on your throat. You nodded at him, feeling yourself pulse and squeeze around his thick finger that stayed still inside you.

"Go ahead and rub your clit for me, small circles, just like I did." He instructed. You reached your shaky hand into your panties with his own and found your clit which was already wet with your juices from Nanami's previous touches. "Good girl." Nanami praised you as you followed his instructions. The second you started moving, Nanami did do. "A-ahhh-" Moan after moan fell from your lips when Nanami started curling his finger inside you and thrusting at the same time, sending intense shocks all throughout your body.

"This is your g-spot, some people can cum just from touching this spot here, but most of them need clitoral stimulation as well," Nanami said. You did your best to nod along with his words and listen in general, but the stimulation was so intense, it was making your head spin. "Ah ah, keep moving your finger." Kento tsked, slowing down his own when he saw how lazy and slow your fingers got while rubbing against your clit. It wasn't your fault he was making your body go slack. 

"We have plenty of time to figure out if you can cum just from penetration another day." Nanami voices, pressing his soft lips against your cheek in a kiss. "Right now I'm focused on bringing you to orgasm." The way in which Nanami so causally talked about these things made you dizzy. Sex and things of the like were usually taboo and embarrassing to talk about, but not to Nanami, and he was determined to make you feel the same way about it.

"I'm gonna add another finger okay?" Kento asked, slowing down his thrusting inside you. "Yeah, uh-huh." You responded, half listening to his words. Nanami smiled to himself as he watched your eyes fall shut, your finger now rapidly rubbing circles against your clit shamelessly as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Nanami pulled the first finger out and slowly reinserted it with a second one. He spread his fingers a bit as he slid them inside your warm walls, trying to stretch you out so you were able to take something bigger later on.

You winced in discomfort when he scissored his fingers inside you, but that discomfort soon diminished when he curled his fingers against that same spongey spot against your walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. "H-harder, Ken fuck me harder." The man behind you was unable to suppress the groan that slipped between his lips from your shameless words, his hips canting against your ass, rubbing his cock against the inside of his boxers at your shameless words. 

"For a virgin, you're surprisingly needy. You sure you haven't done this before? Did you just want me to baby you?" Kento teased, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. Moan after wonton moan spilled from your lips, your body thrashing and jolting against his as the pleasure from your g-spot and clit combined to form a ball inside your stomach. "N-no, I haven't I- promise." You stuttered out, gasps and whines cutting you off as you got closer and closer to the edge. 

"I'm teasing, sweetheart. You are close though aren't you?" He asked, noticing how your pussy clenched around his fingers more frequently. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna orgasm all over my fingers?" Nanami groaned, the squelching from your sopping cunt going straight to his neglected dick. "F-fuck yes, I- I think so y-yes." You cried, thrashing your head from side to side agaisnt his chest.

Your hand that still held his hand against your throat squeezed tightly. He noticed your fingers slow down on your clit at the same time, a telltale sign that you were close. Nanami had a feeling you needed both clitoral stimulation and penetration to get you to reach your high, and he was determined to make you finish. "Doing so well my love, keep rubbing your clit, you can't stop, okay? I know you can do it, almost there." Nanami's reassuring words helped you focus on putting all your strength into your finger that rubbed back and forth agaisnt your clit.

Suddenly, your chin was being pushed up and Nanami's lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss once more. Kento groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your pussy constricting his fingers. His wrist started to ache from curling his fingers against your tight walls so repetitively, but he knew if he stopped, you wouldn't cum. Your desperate whines and moans against his lips aided in fueling his tired wrist to continue on and finish you off.

"Kento- I'm- I'm cumming-" You whined high pitched against his lips, your legs shaking as they fought to push against his own that held yours open. It was getting harder and harder to kiss him back as your body went ridged, your mouth opening in a wide O, and your eyes rolling back in your head. "That's it, right there, yeah-" Nanami's own jaw dropped and he watched with awe as your body convulsed with pleasure.

He moaned with you as if he was cumming himself, his body curling forward with yours as you came, your legs shaking and cunt trambling around his fingers. Your own hand had stopped rubbing your clit, just resting against it as you came, no longer having the strength to touch yourself as you orgasm for the first time. Nanami continued curling his fingers against your g-spot until the spasms had stopped and you slapped his wrist with your hand, letting him know it was getting to be too intense. 

"Fuck- fuck-" You gasped, your body stayed curled over yourself as Nanami leaned back, separating his chest from your back. The sound of a zipper followed by rustling, then skin rubbing on skin brought you down from your high completely. When you tried to turn around, Nanami pushed your upper back down again, forcing you to stay bent over like you were. You could hear his heavy breathing and gasps from behind you. You knew exactly what he was doing. 

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and spun around, sitting on your knees between Nanami's thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you did so well." Nanami praised, looking into your eyes as he stroked himself off. Your eyes trailed down to his thick cock, and you gasped in awe at the size of his cock and how wet and flushed it was. He must've been really holding back. 

Nanami's large hand caressing the side of your face brought your attention back to his eyes, away from the mess that was between his legs. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. Just couldn't take it anymore." Nanami rushed through his words, obviously drunk off your orgasm. Your heart was racing out of your chest. You wanted to help him but you had no idea how to. It seemed unfair for you to get off with his help and not give him the same treatment in return.

A moment of confidence washed over you, and you reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from touching himself. "Sweetheart really, I'm almost there, it's oka-" "Use my pussy." Your words hit Nanami like a freight train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from busting a nut all over himself right then in there from your words alone. 

"What?" Nanami asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "You can fuck me." You said again, nodding at him. "You... you stretched me out, right? I can take it." Nanami swallowed hard and pulled his lip between his teeth, his head knocking back against the pillows for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for, although you seemed to really want it. 

Nanami released his cock and cradled your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, summiting to the idea surprisingly quickly, you were expecting a little more pushback. "I'm sure." You nodded, placing your hands over his own that held your face. Nanami's cock twitched, bobbing heavily between his legs in the open air, hastily pulled out from his boxers and pants. "Then... please lay flat on the bed with your stomach against the sheets.

Your heart raced as you listened to Nanami rip the condom package open behind you. The pillow he stuffed under your hips before you laid down was putting a nice pressure on your pelvis, making you squirm in anticipation. A large hand pressing into the sheets by your head brought you back to reality. You saw the shadow of Nanami's much larger figure behind yours as he hovered over your body, stroking his cock over your ass.

"Keep your thighs together, you can even cross your ankles over one another, I read that feels good for some women." You felt like cumming already. Nanami's show of intelligence about the female body made you want to scream, but you settled on nodding, wrapping your arms around the pillow under your head for support as you let out a noise of understanding. 

"If it becomes too much or you need to stop at any point, let me know," Nanami instructed, waiting until he heard a verbal answer from you before he readied himself. Nanami took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, reminding himself not to get carried away or be too hard with you. "Okay, relax for me," Nanami instructed. His large hand gripped your thigh to pull your ass to the side so he could get a better view of your pussy from the back as he prepared himself to put it in. 

"Nanami, I can take it. I'm not going to break." You whispered into the pillow, words Nanami made sure not to miss. You closed your eyes when you felt Nanami's chest tickle against your back. A kiss was pressed against your temple, making you shut your eyes as the kiss was lasting. "Thank you, sweetheart. You always take such good care of me." Nanami whispered into your ear as he rubbed his cock agaisnt your hole.

You felt a heat rush over your skin at the feeling of his hard cock touching your cunt. It felt weird, hot, hotter than you imagined. Nanami gripped his cock hard at the base and pressed his fat tip against your hole, thrusting his hips forward against your ass slowly as he inserted his cock inside you. The two of you gasped in tandem when his tip penetrated your walls and his cock split you open.

Nanami watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy clenching and squeezing mercilessly around him. "Please, r-relax your cunt honey, I can't get inside you if you're like this," Nanami begged, feeling his orgasm build up inside himself already. It had been a while since he last got laid... a long while, he knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither were you, so it would work out perfectly. 

"It's not me- y-you're so big." You whined, trying to relax your cunt around him but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Nanami bit his lip at your words and dropped his chin to look at where the two of you were connected, his cock throbbing against your walls at the sight of your tiny cunt sucking him in perfectly. "Yeah? My cock is big?" Nanami teased, his voice deep and raspy as he fully pressed his hips flush against your ass, smiling to himself when you tried to scoot your body up on the bed, trying to escape how deep he was inside you.

"Y-yeah, fuck-" You whined, crossing your ankles over one another. Your clit was being stimulated between your thighs, bringing you the perfect relief as Kento slowly thrust his cock in and out of you. "Can you feel how deep it is inside you?" He asked, emphasizing his words with a mean, hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The way you were squeezing your thighs together made the stimulation and pleasure on his end ten times more intense, as each time he pulled out, his cock was still being squeezed by your ass and thighs pressed together. 

"'S so deep-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Nanami's resolve snapped at that moment. You sounded so fucked out and horny, he was unable to stop [ his hips from moving into yours. He quickly found a pace as he thrust his cock inside you, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Each time he fucked his cock inside your walls, it felt like your intestines had to expand to make room for his girth, but it was all rewarded each time he rammed his hard cockhead into your sweet spot so deep inside you.

"Oh god, right there!" You cried, your body jolting when Kento angled his hips in a way that allowed him to slap his cock into the most sensitive part of you with each thrust. Nanami placed his other hand by your head, allowing him more momentum to fuck into you as he was in a steadier position. "Yeah, right here? Is this your sweet spot?" Nanami cooed, feeling his balls throb with the need to fill you up with each thrust.

You nodded dumbly, drool dribbling out of your mouth and onto the pillow from how lax your mouth was. Nanami wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didnt want to move too much and jeopardize the position he was in right now, as he was fucking into you just right. "Do you need me to play with your clit?" Nanami offered, feeling his orgasm creep up on him faster than he expected, even though he knew he wasn't going to last.

"N-no, I'm gonna f-finish like this." You cried, tensing your pelvis and abs as you felt your own high grow closer and closer. Nanami nodded at your words, his eyes darting between your ass that ripped with each thrust and your eyes that rolled back in your head each time he pounded you. Nanami brought his hips back enough to where his cock was almost completely pulled out of you, just his tip remaining inside your walls before he slammed his hips agaisnt your ass, shoving his entire length inside your cunt.

You were unable to speak as your high washed over you unexpectedly like a freight train. Your entire body went tense, and your cunt squeezed impossibly tighter around Nanami's cock like a vice, making him stutter in his thrusts as you came all over his cock. "Oh god-" Nanami groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head and his head dangling limply in front of him as your pussy pulsed rhythmically around him. 

"I'm cumming, c-cumming-" Nanami did his best to warn you before he finished, but his orgasm caught him off guard much like your own, so he was only able to groan out a small warning before wonton groans and moans were spilling from his lips and his cock shot hot ropes of his seed into the condom. Nanami's body jerked and his abs clenched as he came, hard.

His hips stilled against your own, just twitching and jerking as he came inside you. You could feel his cock kick and throb as he filled up the condom, the warmth from his seed burning your walls and warming you up from the inside out. Kento hissed as he pulled out of your tight cunt, apologizing when you made a sound of discomfort as well. You forced your tired body to roll over to the side to look at Nanami.

The man looked disheveled and exhausted. A deep blush spread across his face and down under the V of his collared shirt, his hair was ruffled and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked so focused as he slid the used condom off his softening cock, letting the heavy appendage fall against his thigh as he tied it in a knot and placed it on the edge of the bed for himself to throw away later. 

He found your eyes once he was finished, a smile gracing his features as he tucked his cock back in his boxers and crawled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. He rested his head on your chest as you cradled his head with your arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. "You did so well for me, made me feel so good sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." 

You nuzzled your head against Kento's, feeling your heart swell. "Thank you for trusting me." You said, referring to when you told him you were ready and you could take it. Kento lifted his head and leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. "Of course my love." He responded. "I need to clean you up soon, but I understand if you need a minute to recover," Nanami said, laying his head back down on your chest.

Although he felt sleepy, he knew he had to fully take care of you first before he let himself drift off. You just lost your virginity and just had an orgasm, you were bound to be a little emotional and more fragile right now. "A few more minutes." You replied, feeling your body melt under the comforting weight of him. You felt so loved and protected as he laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbones.

[bohkuto]

1:30 p.m. ▸ you couldn’t explain how you ended up in this romeo-and-juliet-esque affair with oikawa tooru. 

aoba johsai’s setter had taken a liking to you ever since he saw you at one of the tournaments. he approached you after the game and asked for your number, which you tried to decline until he pulled the puppy eyes on you. since then, oikawa had tried texting you and asking you out on dates. you tried to dodge his advances, but he was resilient. 

you had no problem with oikawa, really; it was just that you were karasuno’s team manager. both teams would be shell-shocked if they found out the two of you were fraternizing with the enemy. 

despite all that, however, somehow you ended up here: pinned up in a storage closet while oikawa was fucking the living daylights out of you. 

the game between karasuno and aoba johsai was going to start in only fifteen minutes, but oikawa insisted that it would be fine if you snuck away with him for a little. you knew his intentions as soon as you felt his hand on the small of your back, but you went with him anyway. 

under the dingy light of the storage closet, oikawa was setting you on fire. brushing his hands against your bare waist. peeling off your clothes. kissing all over your neck and chest. you could hardly breathe after he sealed his lips over yours in a fit of passion, tongue slipping into your mouth like he knew it belonged there.

the tent in the setter’s pants was too noticeable to brush off. and, after all, he couldn’t be all pent-up during his game. (oh, you were so going to be in trouble for helping out the enemy.)

a few whiny pants fell from your lips before you suggested, “you’re so big. why don’t you just fuck me already?” 

“thought you’d never ask,” oikawa breathed out, voice low and husky in your ear. 

and that was how it began. 

you underestimated his power. oikawa was ruthless; fucking you like there was no tomorrow and drilling his cock into you so hard that you were seeing pinpricks of stars in the corners of your vision. meanwhile, his fingers were working in tight, small circles around your swollen clit, rousing sweet moans and whimpers from you.

“stay quiet, princess,” he growled. “you don’t want them to catch us, do you? if you know what’s best for you, then you’ll stay still and take it like a good little girl.” 

you mouthed an okay, but you couldn’t voice it. your brain was turning to mush, too hazy to think straight, too overcome by pleasure. all you could focus on was how oikawa’s cock was kissing your g-spot in the most perfect way. 

“t-tooru,” you whimpered out, eyes nearly rolling back in bliss. 

“did i fuck you stupid, angel?” oikawa asked, words burning into your skin despite how gentle he sounded. the ceaseless smirk on his face was making you go crazy. “fuck, you know how sick i am of seeing you being drooled over by those other guys? shitty losers. i need to mark you so that they fuck off.” 

your core was throbbing and clenching around oikawa’s cock as he littered hickeys on your neck. there was a wolfish look in his eyes, and you couldn’t even process how dangerous he looked because you were reaching your climax fast. 

before you could, however, oikawa shot his hot seed deep within you, making you glad you were on the pill. he let out a low groan against your sweat-beaded skin, breath hot and heavy. 

“g-gonna cum!” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of oikawa’s neck as your body convulsed. 

you succumbed to the tug of your orgasm, letting yourself get caught in the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you. you fell in completely with a loud gasp, nails digging into the setter’s back as your legs shook and your pussy throbbed. the world fell apart around you until it was just you and oikawa, your body flush against his. oikawa clamped a hand around your mouth to silence your moans, which helped when you squirted over his cock. 

for a moment, you two just held each other and tried to catch your breaths. the game was about to start soon, though, so oikawa had to pull out of you and let go. 

with a cheeky grin, he asked, “round two if i win?” 

“if my team doesn’t kick your ass,” you fired back, folding your arms over your chest. 

“well, that’s impossible because—”

“oikawa tooru!” iwaizumi hajime’s voice boomed from outside. “where the hell are you?!” 

oikawa, startled for a second, looked over at you with a sheepish grin. he leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“i’ll see you after i win, kitten.”

[davidpastrsnack]

drive (pt. 2) - matthew tkachuk

a/n: ngl i’m not obsessed with this chapter. it’s kind of a filler but i promise things will get more juicy in the next one. hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

part one

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words as you looked at him in complete shock. 

You must have been hearing things, because there was no way Matthew just asked you to move to Calgary with him. 

“What?” you exclaimed. “You’re right, I do think you’re crazy,” you said with a chuckle. 

Matthew sat up straighter in the chair preparing to make his case, your body shifting with his. 

“Why? You’re just going to live at home while you try to figure out this job stuff, so why not do it with me in Calgary?” he spoke like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

He was dead serious about this. 

“Matthew, it's not that simple. I can’t just pick up and move with no plan. And to a different country? There’s a little thing called a border.”

“I’ll have my agent help with anything you need for your visa and I have a spare bedroom. Come on, Y/N. No offense to them, but do you want to spend your first year out of college living with your parents or with me?” he questioned. 

You rolled your eyes at his comment, you knew he loved your parents but he had a point. Still, there was just no way this would work out. You had only met some of his teammates once before, and now you’re just supposed to join their circle? Not to mention your feelings for him were at the forefront of your mind. You felt lucky that you never had to watch girl after girl fall at his feet because that wasn’t his life back home. It was a perfect example of ignorance is bliss. Moving to the city with him would rip that ignorance away and you didn’t know if you could handle that. 

You were silent for a minute, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the crickets. You looked down and played with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, trying to gather your thoughts as he gazed at you hopefully. 

“Matty,” you started, “I appreciate you trying to help me, but I don’t see this happening. I don’t even have a job, how am I supposed to pay for a huge move like this?” you asked, not expecting an answer, but he had one anyway. 

“Is that a joke?” He laughed. “Not to sound like an asshole, but have you seen my contract? Y/N, I have more money than I’ll ever know what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “When have you ever tried not to sound like an asshole.”

He scoffed right back, but the words that followed were his most sincere of the night. “Just think about it, please, Y/N. I hate to see you so stressed about everything, you don’t deserve it. So just let me take care of you,” he whispered, looking up at you with the softest eyes. 

Your heart ached at his words. No matter how much you denied it, you were completely and utterly fucked for this man. If you went with him you knew it would only be a matter of time before you exposed yourself, which would most likely result in your lifelong friendship blowing up. You couldn’t let that happen. 

But before you could speak again, he opened his mouth, “Listen, I’m not letting you say no tonight. Sleep on it.”

“Fine,” you groaned, standing up from your post across his thighs. “I’ll think about it.”

He jumped up after you, throwing his arm around your shoulders pulling you in close while you both walked towards the house. 

“Just think about how much fun we’re gonna have. It’s cold though, you’re gonna have to get over that,” he chirped with a cheeky grin.  

“Well good thing I haven’t said yes,” you teased back, slipping inside the door he held open for you. 

-----

You woke up to the sun pouring through your windows, mentally cursing yourself for forgetting to close the curtains last night. You weren’t surprised though, your brain was absolute mush after hearing Matthew’s proposal. You rolled over to check your phone, the screen reading 7:12am. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled into your pillow. Emma was still passed out next to you, the bright light not at all phasing her. You ran your hands over your face, pausing to tangle them in your hair. It was way too early, but you also knew there was no chance of falling back asleep, so you pulled yourself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. 

You barely slept that night, there was just too much on your mind. The more you thought about it, you realized Matthew was right. It would be good for you to do something new during this time of your life. No matter how much you tried to resist it, you could feel him slowly but surely luring you in. 

You headed downstairs into the kitchen, needing caffeine immediately if you were going to be awake this early. You had the whole space to yourself and you sat on top of the counter while you waited for the coffee machine to heat up. The house was quiet and the view of the lake was helping to calm all your uncertainties. The water was flat like glass, the reflection of the trees clear as a photograph. You quickly got lost in the peaceful image, not even hearing the front door open. 

“Morning, sunshine,” you heard from behind you. 

He may have been on a mini vacation this weekend, but Matthew still started training camp in two weeks. He had clearly just come back from a run, his tall frame standing in front of you in just a pair of sneakers and basketball shorts. His toned chest was glistening with sweat and you had to physically pull your eyes away before he caught you staring. 

“Morning,” you replied, returning your gaze to the windows. 

“What are you doing down here? I’ve never seen you get up before ten unless you absolutely had to,” he spoke as he grabbed water from the fridge. Damn him for knowing you so well. 

“Uh- I don’t know,” you nervously muttered, not wanting to admit that you were up all night thinking about him. 

“Busy making up your mind?” he smirked, leaning against the countertop giving you the perfect view of his flexed arms. 

You rolled your eyes, mumbling a thank you as he slid a cup of coffee towards you, made exactly how you liked it. The two of you sat there for a few minutes slowly sipping the hot liquid from the matching mugs. Matthew was busy texting Keith and his trainer, both making sure that he was staying on track while away from the gym, while you kept admiring the lake. It never failed to amaze you how comfortable you two were around each other. The room was silent, but it wasn’t awkward at all. In that moment you decided it was time to give him an answer, suddenly throwing all caution to the wind. 

“Matty?” you asked, turning your body to face his as he sat on the stool next to you. 

“Hmm?” he responded, putting his phone to the side and meeting your gaze. 

You took in a long breath, wondering if you were really about to do this. 

“I’ll go with you,” you spoke softly. 

The grin that spread on his face was unmatched to anything else you had ever seen. The corners of his mouth were practically reaching his forehead and his baby blue eyes lit up at your words. 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” he teased, gloating in the fact that he convinced you. 

“Matthew I will change my mind right now.”

“No, no way,” he stood up, stepping closer and wrapping you up in his arms, squeezing your frame tight as it sunk in that you were really coming with him. 

Your body relaxed in his grasp, your arms slinking around his waist to hold him to you. His head rested on top of yours, both of you so at ease with the other. 

“I promise you won’t regret it,” he whispered. 

“You need to shower,” you joked, feeling like it was time to break the embrace. There was only so long friends could hug platonically and you guys were seconds away from crossing that line. 

He laughed as he finally pulled away, “Whatever you say, roomie.” 

“Roomie?” 

Your head twisted to the other side of the room to see Brady standing in the hall. Great, you thought, just what you needed. It was one thing for you and Matthew to talk about this but you couldn’t deny that you were nervous to see everyone’s reactions, especially both of your families.  

“Y/N is coming to Calgary with me,” Matthew stated. You waited for Brady’s next words, noting the warning glare his older brother was sending him. 

“She is?” he raised his eyebrows, shifting his gaze to you. The look on his face was worth a thousand words: Brady was onto you. 

But little did you know, he was also onto Matthew. 

“Yup,” you anxiously laughed.

To say it was awkward would be the understatement of the century. 

“Alright well I’m gonna go shower,” Matthew broke the silence, moving towards the staircase to go upstairs. 

You and Brady nodded, neither one of you speaking until he was out of sight. Your eyes were focused on the cup of coffee in front you, refusing to make eye contact with him because you knew what was coming. 

“You know, I don’t even think I need to say anything,” he started. 

You scoffed louded at his words, standing up to go back into your room to get ready for the day. You weren’t in the mood for his teasing, especially not when it only reminded you of what you would never have. 

“Y/N, wait,” he pleaded, his attitude quickly shifting, the regret clear in his voice. 

“What, Brady?” you snapped, turning to face him. 

“It’s not just you. He’s compared every girl to you for as long as I can remember.”

You shook your head at him in disbelief. There was no way that was true, and Brady was seriously messed up if he thought screwing with you like this was funny. 

“Look, you don’t have to agree with me right now, but I’m giving you two a month of living together before you finally pull your heads out of your asses,” he stated confidently. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” you chuckled, finally heading up the stairs. 

-----

Just a week later you found yourself arriving at Calgary International Airport, Matthew right by your side. Your parents had been more supportive of your decision than you expected, but then again they had always loved Matthew. The two of you were sitting by the baggage claim waiting for your luggage when the exhaustion of the day finally hit. On top of that, the airline warned that there were baggage delays, so you didn’t plan on getting out of here soon. You didn’t mean to, but you let out an obnoxiously loud yawn as you caught up on your social media feeds. 

“You alright there?” Matthew joked, looking at you with his eyebrows raised. 

“Yes, dad, I’m fine,” you countered. 

“I’m gonna go get coffee, we both need it. The usual?” he asked, standing up before you could tell him he didn’t have to get it for you. 

You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you opted for a simple nod. Just a few moments later, a young boy who was with a man that you assumed was his father tentatively walked up to you. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you, but was that Matthew Tkachuk?” the man inquired. 

You smiled at them both, remembering that Matthew wasn’t exactly nobody in this city. “Yeah, it is.” The boy’s face lit up at your words, clearly a huge Flames fan. 

“You guys can wait with me, he should be back any minute now and I’m sure he’d love to say hi,” you encouraged. No matter how well known Matthew had become, he always made the time to stop for kids. 

The pair sat down across from your seat, patiently waiting for the hockey player’s return. It wasn’t long until you saw him walking back towards you, two coffees in hand. When he saw the people with you he had a quizzical look on his face, but you gave him a gentle nod to let him know it was okay. Once he got closer, he realized just what was happening. 

“Hi there,” he smiled, “I’m Matthew.” He paused to hand you your coffee before shaking hands with the man and sinking down to his knees to fist bump the boy. 

They settled into an easy conversation, the boy finally warming up after the shock of meeting one of his idols. Matthew was unbelievably good with kids, and no matter how many times you saw it, he still made your heart flutter each time. It came so naturally to him, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how incredible of a father he was going to be someday. After you took some pictures and Matthew signed a few autographs, the pair went back to their own baggage carousel. 

He settled back into his chair next to yours, sighing as he ran his hands through his brown curls. 

“That was really nice of you, Matthew,” 

“It’s nothing. I used to be that kid,” he said, trying to brush it off. 

“I’m serious, you didn’t have to do that. You’re a great person when you want to be,” you teased. 

“Yeah? And how’s that coffee I just went to get you?” he chirped right back, bumping his shoulder into yours with a grin across his face. 

-----

After Matthew stubbornly refused to let you carry your own bags out, you two were finally sitting in the back of an Uber on the way to his apartment. It was nearly dusk and the city was lit up with the beautiful, golden light of the approaching sunset. 

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” you heard from beside you, Matthew’s voice snapping you out of your daze. 

“Yeah it is,” you smiled, meeting his gaze to find him already looking at you. 

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at his building, Matthew stopping at the front desk to introduce you to the concierge. It was the first of what you assumed to be many times someone would be confused by your situation, and you knew you would soon get used to saying, “Oh no, we’re not- we’re just friends.”

After heading up the elevator and walking down the hall, Matthew unlocked his door, letting you walk in first as he followed. 

“Wow, not bad,” you mumbled, taking in the interior. It was the definition of a bachelor’s pad, the dark, sleek design a clear reflection of his lifestyle. 

“I just moved in at the end of last season so it’s missing some things, but yeah, it’s not bad,” he laughed. 

You walked over to the floor length windows taking in the view of the lit up city around you. You crossed your arms over your chest, the fact that you were really here was definitely settling in. But something about it just felt right, like you belonged here. Matthew’s body slid next to yours, joining you to admire his home after so long away. 

“I’ll show you around tomorrow and we can get dinner or something with the guys that are back already,” he spoke, pulling you into his side with his arm. Your head fell to rest on his shoulder. “I really want this to feel like home for you,” he said softly. 

You slipped your arms around his torso reciprocating his embrace, “Thank you, Matty.”

“Let me show you your room,” he spoke as he grabbed your hand to guide you into the rest of the apartment. 

You and Matthew spent the night unpacking and settling in. He ordered food, making sure to give you the rundown on all his favorite spots, before putting on a movie. After eating more than either of you should have, you found yourself cuddled into his side on the couch, a fuzzy blanket covering your bodies and his frame vibrating beneath you each time he laughed at the screen. You don’t remember when, but at some point you drifted off on his chest, only to be woken up to him carrying you to bed. 

Yeah, you could get used to this. 

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

-

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

-

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

[thetorturerwrites]

Lamb: Ch 4 - I’ll Be Good

***This amazing artwork was gifted to me by @elmidol​​. Please do not re-use or re-post it without permission from them and/or myself. Don’t be a dickbag.

Previous Chapter

Summary: “Say that again.”

His voice was gruff, gravely, but it wasn’t as filled with hate. You blinked up at him through wet lashes and sniffled in the most unattractive way. He brushed his pristine thumb across your dirty mouth. Striving to calm yourself, you looked away, but he wouldn’t have it. He turned your face back to front and met your scared stare with a level one.

“I s-said I’ll be good.”

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Pleased with his creation, Grandfather Sky Walker gave to the brothers a commandment: Fill my cosmos. Illuminate the farthest reaches with life.

Solo created First Man from mud, molding limbs and lungs in his own likeness. Imbued with divine spark, First Man lived but could not find balance. In heat, he dried to death; in moisture, he was shapeless.

Second Man was made of wood and could hold his shape but could not live. Once cut from the mother tree, he was inanimate, unable to carry the spark.

It was his brother, Ren, who counseled the Light Bringer to give of himself to create life. 

One… two... three... four...

The grand clock carved into the wall chimed, shaking the walls, the floor, even your teeth. You glanced up from your book and glowered at the damnable thing.

You sat across from it, on the floor and tucked up into a corner. Trying to count the seconds between minutes morphed into trying to count the minutes between hours. Your determination bordered on obsession. Your head ached; your eyes felt doubly heavy, but you had to figure out the method to his madness if only to stave off your own.

To your surprise, The Ren allowed you to wander his keep; and in doing so, you discovered this monstrosity of a timepiece and that he did track its interminable, never-ending crawl. There was no way to know, however, if he did so in the conventional way as he dodged every question you put to him. It was always dark here, and it was a reasonable assumption that he marked the millennia in his own way.

Unable to work out his pattern, you abandoned the bid for your Scripture, choosing to pass the time, whatever it may be, with something familiar. But the cherished memories lifted from the words did not soothe you the way you’d hoped.

By your likely misguided calculations, ‘not today’ turned out to be not tomorrow, either. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

You did not see much of The Ren beyond that first day. After your healing bath, he deposited you in a room to sleep and disappeared. He’d been gone almost the entire time since then, only showing up to spare you five minutes. He would descend upon the room, wrap you up into his arms, and silence every attempt you made at drawing a single detail from him by kissing you senseless.

Each time his lips laid hungry claim to your mouth, you wondered if he was actually, truly touch starved. His hands roamed, fingertips luring your body into breathless response. The taste of his tongue drove you into the sort of mindless whimpering you assumed only existed for other people, it having been so absent from your own life. Decadently sweet, you all but sucked his tongue like a lollipop until something deeper, richer took over the luscious taste.

Dates. Almonds. Iron.  It was elusive and intoxicating.

And then, he would go. It was the second day before you’d noticed it. He left soon after that coppery caramel slid down into your throat, and you didn’t see him until he wanted your mouth again.

He did nothing but kiss and half-grope you, however, and it was unnerving. What he said to you rattled around your brain endlessly. ‘You’re not ready.’ Three words set your insides to warring.  Of course you were ready. You knew what to do. Didn’t you? What was it about him, specifically, that would demand you be more ready? What, exactly, did you need to be ready for? His dick? His child? The end of your life?

He rounded the corner to your little alcove just as you snorted in annoyance. You leapt to your feet and brushed away imaginary dust. Cocking a brow, he hummed and looked you over from head to toe. Following his line of sight to the meeting of your thighs, you flushed and tugged the hem of his shirt further down. He hadn’t given you anything else to wear, and you’d found what you believed to be his things in the room farthest from yours.

It was thievery or nudity, and you opted for breaking whatever laws he might have.

“You’re here!” You fidgeted, cheeks burning under his perusal. He took a step toward you, flattening you against the wall. “I.. I’m sorry about the shirt. I had nothing el--”

He quieted your babbling with a smothering kiss, capping off your surprise. Wrapping both hands around your backside, he lifted you up and into him until your toes nearly left the ground. You mewled and clung to the undersides of his arms, already pliant and ready from just the first sweep of his lips. He didn’t even have to demand entry; your mouth parted for him naturally, eagerly. 

He was your drug, coaxing you to surrender with each caress of his tongue.

When finally he broke the kiss, he tucked your hand between his thighs, helping you palm the growing erection.

“Should I cut off this offending hand?”

His voice was thick like honey, and it stuck to the most debauched parts of you, pushing you fast to a throb you could scarcely ignore. You couldn’t help it; you shook your head and squeezed the rigid column against your palm.  The pleased noise he made, the step he took to press more of himself to you, the flash of his eyes—all of it wound you up into this bliss, this euphoric dizziness. It would only be a breath before the next kiss.

“How,” you tipped your head away just before his mouth connected, “how was your day?”

He ignored you and captured your lips again. He licked them open and curled his tongue against yours. You sighed happily; he was opium in your veins. He dug his fingers into the globes of your ass until you squeaked and matched the noise with a rumble deep in his chest. He nipped and tugged at your lower lip until you moaned and squirmed.

“My days aren’t your concern, lamb.”

You blinked at the outright condescension, the jolt of reality into what could otherwise be a romantic moment. Taking advantage of your befuddlement, his heavenly mouth started a fresh trail down along your jaw to lick and suck at your pulse. As though to punctuate his desire for your mindlessness, he covered your hand with his and worked your palm against his length until he grunted with satisfaction.

Cursing, you waded through the mush in your brain, pushed at his shoulder, and twisted your neck out from under his marking teeth.

“Please…” You inched onto your toes to make yourself just a little less infantile. “I... I don’t have anybody to talk to. All I do is wait here and cry. You’re always gone, and you never tell me anyth--”

He bit into your throat so hard you punched him in the shoulder on reflex. Lifting his face, he threaded rigid fingers into your hair and jerked your head back against the wall with a thud. You winced and shut your eyes to hide from his ire. Would he ever think of you as more than a child?

“This is no fairy tale. You’re no princess.” He shook your head side to side until you opened watery eyes to look. You didn’t miss how his own gaze dropped to your wobbly lips. “You’re not here to play house.  You have one purpose only.”

“I’m not doing that either, am I?”

Insanity, you thought.  This was insanity. The snap in your voice echoed in the little hallway.  You pushed at his chest and tried to shrink out of his tight embrace. It terrified you that he would make good on your bargain; and at the same time, the very fact he hadn’t done so aggravated you.

The ferocious look that crossed his beautiful features dried out your mouth, forced you to swallow the tantrum you’d been building. He sneered at your feeble attempt to push at his chest; and even though you knew it was an awful idea, you vomited words anyway.

“If you won’t talk to me,” you nodded, as though you could mirror gesture him into agreeing with what you were about to say, “you could just let me leave for a little wh--”

“No.”

He slammed you back into the wall, lifting you clean off of your feet.  His features darkened, greying into haunted, and his ebony hair seemed to undulate. Stone fingers gouged bruises into your flesh, and it felt as though the very air in the room fled with the shift of his mood.

“I don’t mean leave leave.” You stammered and wriggled in his clutches like trapped prey. “You could go with--”

“NO!”

His bark crashed off the slate walls. Thunder cracked overhead, and you lifted a panicked stare to a black, foreboding ceiling. The expanse of his keep was closing in on you, stealing every atom of oxygen and launching you fast towards mania.

“You’re. Not. Leaving.”

The constriction at your throat stunted what little sense you had left. Foolishly, childishly, you barrelled on, but you could no longer tell if you were trying to placate the beast or truly escape.

“Please, if you would just let me go out--”

In the blink of an eye, you were dangling in frigid, open air just as you’d asked.  Frantically looking about, you realized you hung just inches away from The Demarcation, the border to his territory, and his fingers wrapped so tight around the jagged collar you thought he was sure to break it. You clawed at his forearm and desperately tried to fight free.

“Fine. You want to go?”

The absolute malice in his voice laced your every blood cell with fear. His eyes settled into a steely gray just as onyx lightning split the sky behind him. Knowing what came next only made it more difficult to bear. Horror paralyzed you, stopped your very voice cold. You couldn’t even plead for his mercy.

“Go.”

It happened almost in slow motion, and you wondered if it was so he could watch the abject terror roll across your features. He launched you through The Demarcation, threw you away like garbage he no longer wanted to clutter his beautiful land.

You were dying before you even hit the ground. Arched up into a painful bow, your chest seized, no longer obeying your brain’s order to breathe. Your throat swelled shut until you produced only frothy, warbled wheezes. The wounds at your arm and leg spilled over, the spell he put upon you eviscerated.

In minutes, you’d undone the deal you worked so hard to secure. All of your prayers and sacrifice had been for nothing, trampled by your irrational mortal fear. 

The Ren was right. You were witless.

Thrashing away from the too-bright sun, you fought to your hands and knees, face burning and eyes bulging. You wouldn’t make it back to that blessed silver curtain, but you strained for it regardless, crawling a few paces towards it before your body buckled. Collapsing into a filthy, bloody heap, you tipped your face up to that beautiful marker and stretched your fingers to it, begging once more.

“Da--”

It was the last and only sound you made.  Your eyes dulled against the vibrant colors he’d tossed you to. Your fingers grew lax, muscles giving up the fight. Your already comatose heartbeat slowed further, drawing to its end.

Right on that line, right before you were too far gone, the part of his land still wrapped around your neck hearkened to his call.

You scraped over rocks and branches as it dragged you back to him. Just on the inside of the boundary, your chest seized again; but this time, it was from your lungs being jarred back into rhythm.

Your mind raced back into your body. As your senses came back, you howled in pain and scrambled away from him as far and as fast as you could. You shoved yourself between a thorny bush and a tree trunk, aiming to make yourself as small a target as physically possible. You exploded into tears and a litany of apologies and reasonings that fused into an incoherent mess.

He crossed over to you, fists clenching and unclenching. Twigs and bare branches crackled and snapped at his nearness. Leaves that turned their faces to his grace before cowered and curled into themselves in the face of his anger. 

He certainly meant to toss you out again; and when he reached for you, you shrieked and lifted your hands to bat him away.

“Please! No, I’ll be good! Nono!”

With your head burrowed so far down into your arms, you didn’t see him crouch next to you. Nor did you see the array of expressions flitting across his face. The touch that came wasn’t angry as you expected; it was careful. He uncovered your head and lifted your chin.

“Say that again.”

His voice was gruff, gravely, but it wasn’t as filled with hate. You blinked up at him through wet lashes and sniffled in the most unattractive way. He brushed his pristine thumb across your dirty mouth. Striving to calm yourself, you looked away, but he wouldn’t have it. He turned your face back to front and met your scared stare with a level one.

“I s-said I’ll be good.”

He shook his head ever so slightly, and your face crumpled into a mess of ugly all over again at his displeasure. Slowly, he smoothed the lines on your forehead, just as he had before. It wasn’t gentle; it was more that he seemed to dislike them and didn’t want them there.

“Before that, lamb.”

If he meant to calm you, his instruction had the opposite effect. Your body quaked under the effort to contain the sobs; and when you tried to speak, they broke loose. 

He wanted you to apologize some more. He wanted to hear you beg for his kindness. Shriveling further back, you jerked away from his hands because he would only get angry all over again.  Silent, unwavering, he dug his fingers into the bony part of your knee, the command implicit. 

You choked on the dread but obeyed, smart enough, finally, to learn the lesson.

“I said I’m sorry.” You had to stop to expel the worried breath you’d been nurturing. “I said I only wanted to go outside.”

You saw his features change this time, and you watched as his clenched fists eased. It was almost surprise you saw playing at the corners of his eyes, and you stared, mesmerized, as the storm clouds around his pupils abated. Pressing his pillowy lips into a hard line, he nodded and reached out to grasp your upper arms, digging in when you attempted to wrestle free.

“Take a breath. This will hurt.”

You chittered an objection, but he only directed your gaze to your sides. In your lunacy, you’d wedged yourself directly into a Crown of Thorns bush, and a multitude of its offerings now decorated and pierced your clammy skin. You hadn’t felt a single thorn, so complete was your meltdown.

Any further hysterics would only worsen your situation. If the bath’s temperature changed with your fear, you pictured these thorns lengthening with it, shredding you for your foolishness. Battling yourself to stillness, you plastered your stare to the very center of his torso and took as even of a breath as you could muster. Turning loose fingers to tight fists, you tried to ground and ready yourself. 

Abruptly, he stood, tearing you from the offending foliage. To be brave, you chewed the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out, but some emotion and pain still spilled over your stained cheeks and chin. He set you on your feet but held you through the off-balance sway and buckle of your knees.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him because you didn’t know what to do now. He told you before that he would not keep saving you from your own stupidity, and you wagered this counted as high on the stupid list. He’d also literally thrown you out of not only his keep, where the magic healing bath was, but his very land. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do.”

It was scarcely more than a whisper, and the honesty you poured into that one sentence shocked even you. But what else could you do? You weren’t alive any longer. To leave here meant the end of existence. You also weren’t getting any nearer to your goal, the promise he withheld.

“Take this off.”

Deft fingers tugged the hem of his shirt up over your hip, but you dared not blink, beg, or even breathe. You fought the impulse to squirm and shucked the thing slowly, trying in vain to not vocalize your discomfort as the thing jostled and disrupted the thorns in your flesh. 

Despite your nervousness, your body warmed for him, swelling and tightening in all the right places. Your sex pulsed. Your nipples stiffened. Saliva pooled under your tongue. 

And all you could think was that maybe he would finally fuck you.

“Have you always been such a stupid girl?”

The question shocked you from your stupor and drew up your head. He crowded into your space and obscured the extravagant, amazing, twilight-tinted details just beyond with his flawless face and indescribable beauty. His voice was no longer poisonous; rather, it was almost puzzled, weighted with something you likened to fascination.

Compared to his forever of unwavering duty, you were just another free-willed human, a wee babe in the face of divinity. Could it be that your curiosity, your recklessness captivated him? Interrupted the monotony of eternity with just a bit of idiotic life?

You had no answer. Yes, you’d always been a stupid girl. Yes, to him, you would always be a stupid girl. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, even if it would appease the only particular god you wanted to grant you favors. 

“Close your eyes.”

Pinching your chin lightly, he tipped your face up further, thumbing your lower lip until you parted both. This time, you were certain you heard it — the ‘good girl’ barely on his breath. It slithered through you and liquefied each nerve and neuron. You wanted to hear him say it again, to make him say it again.

Your lashes fluttered against hot cheeks, and you were just about to disobey, just about to open your eyes when you felt something warm on your lips, wet but tacky. Your tongue darted out to test it, finding that familiar taste he always gave you right before he left.

Crestfallen, you forced your lips together so they wouldn’t quiver and nodded. He would leave you to... whatever you were supposed to do here. Pull out the thorns one by one, you guessed. Sleep on the ground. Live on the outskirts until he tired of you.

The brush of his thumb came again, though, along with a new smudge of that sticky, dark honey. Your temperature skyrocketed, and you hitched up onto your toes on a whimper. You clutched at the shirt covering his ribs to keep yourself upright; and when the third smear of that ambrosia came, you felt the very second you caught fire.

It was velvet down your scratchy throat, a sizzle in your fingertips and toes, and electricity throughout every muscle and bone. Beads of sweat sprung up to mingle with goosebumps, and your breath quickened to match the pounding tempo of your heart. On a low moan, you licked the last remnants away and bit at your own lip, lamenting the absence of that exquisite taste.

He rewarded the sensuous sounds you made with a scorching kiss, and you fell headlong into his lips, his arms, his body. Brazen, drunkenly bold, you wrapped your arms tight around his neck and molded yourself to him. 

Too soon, the pleasant flames licking at your insides tipped over to needling, a constant stinging just beneath skin that suddenly felt too tight, too itchy. Tingling turned to angry pins and needles, and you hopped from one foot to the other. 

“Burns,” you whimpered it against his mouth. “Hurts.”

He cradled your head and wrapped his arm so tight around your middle that you could scarcely breathe, but it kept you from wiggling free to run rabid into something else stupid. You tangled twitching fingers into his soft curls just to have something to hold on to as the fever he put upon you raged hotter.

“It’s what happens to stupid girls who don’t mind their surroundings.” 

He mouthed the admonishment into your jaw line, not even disconnecting to speak. Even through your torment, you brooded, which only earned you a derisive chuckle, but he made you forget the self-pity with another candied taste of his tongue.

His clothes were too rough; his body was too solid. The tight embrace he trapped you in was too suffocating; it stoked the inferno inside your core. Panic rose up to dance with desire, and adrenaline sent you reeling. Your delighted chirps and whimpers toppled over into anxious objections. You contorted inside your delectable cage, suddenly needing to get away, be apart.

It was too much. He was too much.

He gripped and parted your buttocks, keeping you pinned. The chilly air lapped at your heated entrance and swirled around your tight pucker. It was just different enough, just the right balance to soothe your worry. You moaned shamelessly and rubbed against him like a feline in heat. He let your ass cheeks drop with a bounce and delivered a slap so hard to the left side that you hiccuped.

Breaking the sexy spell, he ceased his attack and nudged at your nose with his.

“Better?”

Finally brave enough to open your eyes, your breath caught at the sight of him. He also flushed from arousal. His lips were just as kiss-swollen. His eyes blazed, kaleidoscopes of craving flitting from color to color.

It did something to you to know you’d done that. You’d roused death to the whirlwind of living want and need.

“Mmhmm.” You stared at his mouth for a long, long time, working up the courage to ask. “Still not ready?”

He said nothing. In that silence, he searched your face for something you weren’t sure he would see. When finally he shook his head no, you licked your lips and looked over his shoulder to the billowing divide.

“Can I,” you faltered, not sure you could deliver but aching to try, “can I do something for you?” 

Your question caught him off guard. You watched it play out on his face, something almost like appeasement, pride.

“Another time.” He smirked and set you down, pulling your arms from his neck. “Let me see you.”

Your brow furrowed, and you nearly crossed your arms in petulant defiance. He had whipped you into such a frenzy that you’d forgotten all about the thorns embedded in your tender flesh until he bent to brush away mud and grime from your outer thigh.

You gasped and started feeling yourself all over, hands rubbing where there should be wounds. Astonishingly, there was not a single thorn to be found. Whatever he’d fed you had ground them to nothing more than dirt, and he had spared you from the worst of it with all that delicious distraction.

Gratitude danced on the tip of your tongue, but he scooped you up into his arms before you could let it loose. Tucking your head under his chin, you curled into his chest and did your best to keep quiet.

If he was carrying you home, you didn’t want him to change his mind.

But when did it become home?

[agentfreckles]

Hey, hello! How are you? I wanted to tell you that I like how you write and I really liked the story you wrote about Farah and the gender neutral detective! do you remember when F asked if they could have the goodbye kiss? Can you write one where Felix asks again about the kiss at the M!Detective, please? (I need some fluffiness sigh)

Thank you both so much for the kind words and these requests! This one was a little more challenging than I had hoped, but I really like how it turned out in the end so hopefully it was worth the wait. Enjoy!

Pucker Up��

Rating: T for smooching and Mason’s potty mouth 

Word Count: 1,724

Pairing: Felix x Male!Detective (Lucas Kingston)

Summary: Lucas gets called back to the station and forgets to give Felix a kiss goodbye before he leaves. Felix isn’t having it.

Notes: F is the biggest drama queen and you will not convince me otherwise. Based on Sera’s goodbye kiss ask that we all went feral for. I want to extend a massive thank you to @lilyoffandoms for letting me borrow their hunky detective Lucas for this. He really helped this story come alive and I can’t thank you enough!

Felix hates goodbyes. Like really, really hates them. 

They’re sitting on the couch in the warehouse living room in their usual position, with Lucas’ arm slung around Felix’s shoulders while his hand rests firmly on the detective’s thigh. Conversation flows easily between the two of them and the rest of Unit Bravo — maybe even a little too easily for some of the team’s more senior members given some of the subject matter that’s managed to crop up here and there — but, hey, any gab session where he and Mason have managed to make Nat sigh in exasperation and pinch the bridge of her nose multiple times is pretty damn good in Felix’s book. Hell, even Ava, perpetual hard-ass that she is, managed to get in a joke or two. It’s been a great day, the best day. And it’s times like these where Felix takes a look around the room at his family and the love of his life and just feels...happy. Really, truly happy. And he knows in this moment that there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than right here. 

But then that all too familiar buzzing noise pierces the blissful atmosphere in the room and Lucas removes his arm from Felix’s shoulders, taking the warmth with him as he reaches into his pocket to fish out his phone and Felix’s heart sinks because he knows what’s coming. 

Lucas heaves a heavy sigh, frowning at his phone’s screen. “It’s Verda. I’ve got to get back. Apparently there’s a bit of a dispute going on at the station involving a couple of disgruntled fishermen and Douglas is the only one around to handle the situation. You can image how well that’s going.” 

Felix visibly deflates. “You’re leaving? But you just got here.” 

Mason scoffs from his spot perched against a side table in his preferred dark corner of the room, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. “He’s been here since this morning.” 

“Well, it feels like he just got here. Not that anyone asked you anyway,” Felix retorts, tossing Mason an unamused glare before fixing his focus back on the detective. “Are you sure you have to go?” 

“Duty calls, I’m afraid,” Lucas says with a soft smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stands and begins collecting his belongings from the nearby coffee table. 

Felix frowns at the sudden distance between them, eventually giving a resigned nod. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

It sucks, but honestly he gets it. Lucas is a busy guy; he can’t just stay and laze around with Felix forever. But, man, does he wish he could just wrap Lucas in his arms and never let go instead of having to sit idly by as he gets called away once again to go off and be this badass crime solver extraordinaire. God, he’s amazing. And handsome and funny and smart and — 

He misses him so much already and the guy hasn’t even left yet. 

Felix shakes himself out of his lovesick haze before he makes things even worse for himself, instead rising up to his feet and positioning himself in silent preparation for the one event that makes these goodbyes even remotely bearable. 

Goodbye kisses may be born out of less than ideal circumstances, but they sure are enjoyable. Especially the way he and Lucas do them. They’re soft and tender yet charged with heat and every one gives Felix just enough to get by in Lucas’ absence while also leaving him eagerly waiting for their next meeting so they can come together all over again. 

“Let me get your coat,” Nat offers, reaching for the trench coat she’d folded over the back of a nearby arm chair and stepping behind Lucas as she helps him slip it on. He hums absentmindedly in thanks, his focus zeroed in on his phone and a deep frown settles onto his face as he reads through his texts — Verda’s updates on the dispute at the station, no doubt — but Felix’s focus is only on the excitement bubbling in his chest as the kiss draws near.

Any moment now Lucas will put his phone away and those blue eyes will lock on him. They’ll sparkle with heat as he strides over to Felix with slow and steady purpose and a small smirk will rest on his lips because he knows all too well the effect he has over him. Then he’ll take him in his arms and- 

And…he’s heading for the door.

Wait, seriously? 

“Babe!” Felix calls out automatically, mouth falling open in disbelief as the fantasy he was losing himself in shatters.  

“Hm?” Lucas responds in surprise, spinning on the spot to face him. The phone in his hand chimes with another incoming text. His eyes fall back to the screen and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Sorry, Felix. I need to get back before Douglas gets himself killed. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Felix presses, halting the detective’s movements once more. 

Lucas’ brow furrows in confusion and he begins patting himself down and checking his pockets in earnest. “Uh, no…? I don’t believe so.”  

Felix can hardly believe what he’s hearing. His head swivels around to the other members of Unit Bravo looking for someone to back him up on the cruel twist of fate life has handed him, but he’s met with three faces displaying the same sheer confusion as his boyfriend currently is. “Is anyone else seeing this right now? I can’t be the only one who noticed, right?”

“None of us have any fucking idea what you’re talking about, Felix,” Mason snarks, followed closely by a disapproving click of the tongue from Nat. 

“Felix, the detective clearly has important matters to attend to,” Ava scolds and wow, okay, maybe Felix really is alone in this after all. “I suggest you save your concerns for-“

“You’re really just going to leave without a goodbye kiss? Babe!“ 

Felix swears he feels the ground shake under the combined forces of Ava and Mason’s groans. He ignores them, striding across the room with his head held high and determination set on his features as he prepares to confront his boyfriend for this most heinous of slights. 

He comes to a stop in front of where Lucas stands by the door. Channeling his inner Ava, Felix folds his arms and tries his best to peer down his nose in disappointment at Lucas despite their rather large height difference. “Well, detective? What do you have to say for yourself?” 

Lucas sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, his gaze sidelong and woefully apologetic. “It appears I was forgetting something after all.” His blue eyes shift back to catch his and Felix feels his breath hitch at the intensity in his gaze. “Please allow me to make it up to you before I go.” 

Oh, well, now there’s a thought. 

“I don’t know…” Felix trails off in faux consideration, determined to milk the moment for all its worth despite the somersaults his insides are currently doing at the implications of the request. It’s a little much, he knows —and Lucas really needs to get over to the station like now — but then again, Felix never has been one to waste an opportunity to charm his way into a larger payout. And something tells him this reward is going to be big if he plays his cards right. “That was a pretty big offense, babe. You’re going to have to come up with something pretty special for me to forgive you.”

“Special, huh?” Lucas grins, all too ready to accept the challenge Felix has laid out before him. He shortens what little distance remains between them, one hand snaking its way around Felix’s waist while the other gently comes to rest on his cheek. Felix swallows heavily under the heat of his stare. “I think I can manage that.”

Lucas closes the distance between them and Felix gasps in surprised delight as he feels himself being lowered horizontally into a dip, suddenly feeling very much like one of those couples from those black and white romance films they’d sometimes show on movie night at the Facility. He used to call such dramatic romantic displays cheesy and unrealistic, but this is…wow. It’s heady and delicious, a perfect blend of yearning and desire and love that’s just so right that his brain just kind of short circuits from the intensity of it. He hopes that Lucas will be able to resolve that problem at the station quickly because there is no way in hell Felix is going to be able to focus on anything else until he gets back. 

Distantly he feels himself being placed upright again as Lucas finally breaks the kiss and releases his hold on him. The detective’s breath is ragged as he straightens his tie and runs a hand through his red hair before fixing Felix with a smile. “So how did I do?”

“I…uhh…heh,” Felix stumbles, unable to form words thanks to the pile of mush his brain has been reduced to. He blinks back the dense fog just enough to reply with a breathless, “You’re forgiven.” 

“I’m glad to hear it.” A sharp ringing sound fills the air. Lucas swipes the screen on his phone and answers the call. “Yes, Verda. There was a small matter that needed attending to, but I’m on my way now.” And with a small nod of his head and one last dazzling smile, Lucas departs, the living room door closing behind him with a soft click. 

“That was quite the parting gift,” Mason remarks, giving a small nod in approval as Felix all but floats back to the couch.

“The best gift,” Felix corrects him as he collapses onto the cool leather. His eyes flutter closed, mind dancing with images of red hair and blue eyes and impossibly soft lips that leave him breathless and aching for more. 

Nat chuckles fondly nearby. “One that’ll make the wait much more bearable until Lucas’ return, I’m sure.”

The sentiment has a grin tugging at Felix’s lips. He’s not sure anything could ever make waiting to see the detective again not feel like an eternity, but straight-out-of-the-movies kisses are one hell of a good try. 

Maybe goodbyes aren’t so bad after all. 

[bangtansfavwriter]

🌷taehyung having a crush on you🌷

(it had to be a gif w tannie ☺️💜)

-you're oblivious to the fact he's crushing on you bc he actually hides it pretty well (he wouldn't even blush or anything around you so it was actually pretty hard to figure it out, it was like a running gag between you and him that you'd make him blush one day, he was always like "you won't catch me blushing, ever" and you were like "we'll see about that posh spice")

-tbh when u guys first met, he was really reserved and took quite a while to open up to you

-he had this noir vibe when you first got to know him and he was quite the starer

- he was intimidating for sure, but the more you got to know him you saw that he's an absolute sweetheart

-now he's definitely brighter around you, smiles a lot and is more goofy

- will touch you a lot, he'll do it subtly though... you'll start to experience what a big effect a small touch can have

- makes time for you despite his busy schedule, hanging out with you is actually balancing for him and this is actually insanely fascinating for him, bc he tries to understand how it's possible that everything hectic in his life disappears as soon as he's together with you

-he's always dressed to the nines, even his casual attire is chicer than half of your wardrobe tbh

-very responsible, will help you get shit done and always has your back

-you once had trouble with your landlord bc this grumpy old fart really had the nerve to raise your rent when he didn't even bother fixing issues you've raised a complaint about

-taehyung listened to your rant while you were talking with a friend on the phone

-he asked some questions about your landlord after, it seemed pretty random to you and you didn't think about it much

-anyway, the issues in your flat were solved within 2 weeks and your landlord informed you that there will be no raise after all + he looked pretty nervous

- you asked him what made him change his mind and he just did the v pose

(you: , landlord: isn't this what youngsters do? hah..ha... *laughs nervously and leaves*, you: ???????)

-you told taehyung about the whole thing

you: i swear this man is on crack or something, he looks paranoid as hell lately

taehyung: yeah.... it must be .... the crack........ (😌)

-honestly he's your rock, he's forgetful sometimes but you still can always rely on him, no matter the weather

-sometimes taehyung can't express his thoughts properly but he can always count on you to understand what he wants to say.. he was quite baffled about that at first, but then you explained to him how the vibes of a person can sometimes say far more than words can express and that and that you would always understand his heart and, my dear, was the first time he wanted to kiss you

-he would ask you all sorts of questions bc he'd just love to hear you talk and learn about the way you think

- and he grew more and more comfortable around you, so his walls slowly crumbled around you with each joke you made and each secret you've shared with him

-and whenever he spoke about his dreams and future plans he included you like it was something completely natural and you could feel your heart race whenever he said something about this

-will take you the his favourite spots in the city and tell you his about his favourite memories he made there

-you guys would also go on long walks together, btw you meeting yeontan was one of the best days of his life tbh and this fluffy lil fella also loved you so much that tae was like "...are you kidding?" but he secretly loved it and filmed you with tannie very very often

-also, one time he left tannie in your care bc he was busy and he wasn't able to leave him with his parents on short notice... tae had spare keys to your flat anyway, so you just told him to come to yours whenever he was done

-and so he did and... he clutched his chest and was like "have mercy with my heart" because you and yeontan were cuddled together on your bed and fast asleep

-and tae stood there at your bedroom's door frame with the biggest smile on his face and tried so hard not to squeal bc this was one of the cutest things he'd ever seen, so he did what he had to do and took a picture of you two and then layed down next to you and fell asleep

-the next morning, you woke up to yeontan trampling over your chest and then hopping off the bed

-you closed your eyes again but you could still hear light snores next to you, so you turned around you were face to face with taehyung.... who's still so damn handsome that it's almost unfair bc you were pretty sure you probably drooled at some point... but he was still taking your breath away even with his slightly puffy face and messy hair

-you traced your fingers along his jawline and looked at him, thinking how lucky you must be... he snuck into your bed and now you were laying there, on a rainy morning.. like a couple that also happened to have the cutest dog

-you were caught by surprise when his eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, grinned and said "good morning' with his deep morning voice that made you all giddy... "I let myself in, I hope you don't mind..." and, sufficient to say, you did not, obviously. "tannie and you... looked pretty comfy, I wanted to join. oh, and would you mind continuing that?" he took your hand and put it to back to his face, but not without gently kissing the tip of your fingers. You smiled at him, cupped his cheek and caressed it. He slid his hands beneath your shirt and slowly pulled you closed to him, you hugged him and nestled your head against his chest. You were laying there with your legs intertwined and the only thing you heard was taehyung's rapid heart beat and the rain dribbling on your window, a moment which was the closest thing to bliss... a moment that was interrupted by his phone going off and yeontan appearing out off nowhere, jumping on the bed and running over you. taehyung groaned and grabbed his phone, as you giggled and took yeontan in your arms and cuddled him when taehyung had get up. you knew by his apologetic look that this was work and that your moment of bliss was now officially over.

-taehyung was equally upset about this, both didn't try to show the other but yeah, both of you loved the moment you shared and hated the fact that it was cut short bc bangtan had to do a re-recording

-taehyung left yeontan in your care again since you had the weekend off and promised to be back as soon as possible, to take continue where you left off. he was back at 1:28 am & drunk off his ass, turns out the boys insisted on going for drinks to celebrate that they were done with the songs and taehyung couldn't say no

-yeontan fell asleep after the 3rd walk you took him on and didn't even wake up when tae started making all that noise when he was back.

-tae's went straight for your bed and crashed there. His phone rang and you picked up after seeing it was namjoon, who got an earful from you bc you were pretty sure they didn't wanna deal with drunk tae and left him in your care, but namjoon sincerely explained to you that tae almost FOUGHT jin and yoongi when they wanted to take him to the dorms and that tae insisted on going to your place bc he had "important business" to do

you: tf is that supposed to mean?

nj: he said you need to talk things out or something. or tell you something? well, speaking is involved, idk and idc, im not too sober myself, so good night~

-maybe it was the sleep deprivation making you all mush-brained... but what if.... what if tae wanted to confess? after your cuddly morning it probably wouldn't be too far off to assume that, or would it?

-you laughed at yourself and went back to bed, where taehyung had hogged your duvet, so you got out another one and layed down.. taehyung tossed and turned, sighed and mumbled something

-drunk as he was, you didn't think much of it, apart from that, you were almost asleep, but he lifted himself from the bed and said your name

you: what is it, tae ?

him: I need to confess something

you: *suddenly wide awake* 👀👂

him: .... I.... I forgot to buy anchovies *falls back asleep*

you: KIM TAEHYUNG

him: ...huh?? what????

you: is that the important thing you had to tell me? the thing you told namjoon about??

-he turned around and looked at you with wide eyes, he, too was suddenly wide awake and from the look on his face you knew that this was in fact not about anchovies... "We'll talk tomorrow, when I'm sober again." ... you knew he was right, but curiosity has gotten the better of you. you agreed, but it took both of you quite a while to fall asleep again.

-you woke up the next morning, only to find the other half of your bed empty

-after throwing your pillow across the room, you got up, feeling a mixture of sadness, disappointment and anger

-he took yeontan with him too and didn't leave you a note nor a message explaining why he left

-you took a long shower, then got dressed and just as you were about to make breakfast... your front door opened and tae came in, with yeontan on a leash in one hand and a bag from your favourite bakery in the other

-you stared at him, completely bedazzled for a second but then glared at him, which took him by surprise. he smiled nervously... "what the hell, taehyung?" you said angrily, but deep down you were so damn relieved he was back. "We went for a walk and then I went to buy your favourites, since you always get up around this time" he said, while taking tannie's leash off, and smiled. "What did you think, hm?" - "well, I certainly didn't expect you to deal so well, looking at how you came in last night." - "oh you learn a thing or two when you're a performer" the two of you laughed and he knew he's off the hook. you started cutting fruits and he quickly joined you after he washed his hands. "so about that important thing from last night", he began and looked at you with a smile, as your cheeks blushed almost instantly, "I really wanted to make this right because this isn't something I want to do when I'm drunk. I think you understand that, right?". You tried very hard to hide go keep a straight face, but you couldn't hide your smile. Taehyung giggled. "Look at me..." he said with a husky tone that excited you even more. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and smiled, as you knew what was coming and he smiled because you knew.

💕

epilogue

-you had noticed he put the pic of you and yeontan sleeping as his screensaver-

you: nice screensaver btw 👀

tae: *tries to keep his cool.. blushes v hard*

you: OH MY GOD

tae: STOP

[anne-markus]

Does bimboification count as tf/corruption? I have an insatiable weakness for cute twink-y boys getting turned helplessly dumb and slutty. Hope you're having a nice day! - 💗

"You there, fiend! I am Archibald IV, grandmaster arcanist, and I have come to- WOAH!" The boy's entire world went upside down. Or, more accurately, he did as his ankle was snagged by a vine that hoisted him up into the air, at the behest of his supposed quarry. The dryad woman, who'd simply stood there with a smirk as he started his spiel, chuckled, taking long, deliberate steps toward him. "D-Don't come any closer! I am an adept of fire magic, and you shall- wait, no, that's my staff! I need that!" Easily plucked away from his hands by another leafy apendage. He was now dangling from the air, unarmed and, for all intents and purposes, helpless in the monster's clutches. and he'd have made a damn racket about it too, if the woman didn't place a hand around his face, squeezing it tight.

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing~? It is so nice of that adventurer's guild to think of sending me a gift! My, how to play with it first..." Weak fists thumped against the bark-like skin the dryad wore like armor, eliciting no reaction but a quiet giggle. "My, an active little one, aren't you? I supose we'll have to fix that... wouldn't want you hurting yourself, would we now? No, that just wouldn't do." And the monster crouched down, face to face with her victim, who looked positively enraged. Not that he could do much about it, really. "Close your eyes, now~"

Before he could even begin to formulate a retort, the woman had alright presented her palm upward, blowing on it and stirring tiny bits of pollen from her skin, flying in a small cloud, straight into his face, and into his nose. "Wh-What manner of foul conco- aah... aah-CHOO!" He sneezed, whole body rocking back and forth as it dangled from his branch. If he stayed like this too long, the blood would rush to his head. He had to think of a way to esc- aah-CHOO! To es... es... what was he just thinking about? He blinked, focusing back his foggy gaze on the dryad. Right! He had to defeat this monster and- and- aah-CHOO! And... wait, what came before the and? He was pretty sure stuff usually came before it... right? Anyway, where was he? And why was this pretty lady with hard skin taking off his robes? Something about that seemed somewhat concerning to Archibald. Maybe he should- aah-CHOO!

"There, there, much better now, no? You humans overthink things far too much, honestly. I already think for all the plants in my domain, so I don't mind thinking for you as well, okay Archie?" He was on the ground now, though the woman didn't think he realized it yet. Maybe she'd been a bit heavy-handed on the dosage. Already she could see the side-effects starting to act up, after all. The young mage wasn't at all bad looking, for a human, anyhow. The cutest little cheeks, an adorable pout as he kept sneezing his worries out, and, for as weak as he had been, his body wasn't entirely without tone, beneath the clothes she'd done away with. And for all his talk of needing his staff, the one he did have was more than respectable. Maybe. She wasn't too familiar with human standards. Regardless, it was that last point she'd need to focus on.

"Poor thing, my magic's got you all worked up, huh? It's not my fault your bodies are engineered so oddly... ah well, we should get that dealt with, shouldn't we, dear?" Archibald was, by now, only vaguely aware of the woman speaking. His mind was mostly a floating haze, and... something at the back of it told him this was bad, but he couldn't figure out why. It was... pleasant, like this. He could feel his shoulders relaxing for the first time in... in... some time. He didn't remember exactly. Really, as far as he could think of, he'd ALWAYS been tense. Now, he felt like was swinging through the air... oh. He was. Finally, he remembered that there was a world outside his own addled mind, and he checked up with his own senses just in time to realize that he was now suspended upright, by both wrists, and there was a mouth on his. Well, mouth. The lips were velvety-smooth, like petals, while the tongue that slowly danced with his had a rough, leaf-like quality to it. It was hard to focus on that when he could feel something else entirely down below... and... OH~

It felt amazing. That was just her hand, right? He didn't think hands were supposed to feel so... so... gnh, already? Already he was reaching a state he remembered well, even now, but never... never so INTENSE! The dryad parted their kiss, smiling down on him fondly as she kept pumping on his cock, a slow, steady rhythm to it with just the right amount o squeeze... of course, the way her own fluids interacted with humans, she knew anything he was feeling would be turned up to eleven. It wouldn't do to overwhelm the poor boy... yet. Oh, he was close, she could tell. Just a little push...

Archie was melting. He had to be. His body just felt so HOT, and he was on the edge of that peak of pleasure for... it felt like so long, but he knew it'd only been a few seconds at best. Every tiny tug on his cock sent another jolt through him, and all he could hope to do was even his breathing to stop himself from going lightheaded. And then, just when he knew he was about to finish... "Come on now, dear. You can do it~" The honeyed words seeped into his mind, absorbed by the spongey mush that was his brain at that moment. And he blanked out in bliss.

...

“More, dear?” The boy nodded frantically, breathing ragged and chest heaving up and down. The lazy smile now ever-present on his plush lips was once more parted by the vine that plunged into his throat, companion to the cup milking his cock relentlessly, though that one rarely left its spot. The dryad chuckled, gently stroking the boy’s hair as she watched him enjoy himself. If only all humans realized how good letting go might feel...

“You there, fiend! Release that boy this instant!” A tall woman, clad in shining silver armor and with a spear pointed at the monster, stood at the entrance to the clearing. The dryad simply smirked.

[azaleablueme]

M for the minifics! Btw that V one was so heartwarming, made my night!

Thank you so much!!! Sorry, this came so late but I still hope you enjoy it! 

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M: When it rains/snows/storms (prompts)

Ron had been really looking forward to that particular Hogsmeade weekend. That was until, the obnoxious toad handed Harry a detention the very last minute, putting a dampener on all their plans. The poor bloke had been eagerly looking forward to stepping out of the castle, having missed the previous Hogsmeade weekend as well. All because of that … 

“Do’ya think we can feed her to the Giant Squid?” he asked, gritting his teeth and wringing his hands, picturing himself strangling the pink toad while a teary-eyed Harry cheered him on.

“I doubt,” Hermione replied in utmost seriousness. “Moreover, Hagrid will be devastated if we poisoned the poor creature that way.”

“Yeah,” he intoned as they walked on, their feet taking them towards their favourite pub automatically. But just feet away from the door of the Three Broomsticks, he stopped short.

“Hermione I-”

“-don’t feel like going in when Harry’s missing it? Me too.”

He looked at her, his anger melting away slowly at her sight, and grinned. He loved these moments when she seemed so in tune with his thoughts. There seemed to be rather a fair few of these recently. 

“So?” he asked, suddenly gripped by the insane urge to hold her hand. He scratched the back of his neck nervously instead and looked around, worried that she’d read his secret thoughts if he met her eyes.    

“Will you mind if I drop in at Scrivenshaft’s and then, I don’t know, go back to the castle?”

He shrugged casually and she nodded once and pulled out a small parchment from her sling bag. Hermione bought herself some parchment, a few quills, a couple of books(seriously?!) and other tidbits while Ron lingered around the shop. Once she was done, they took the cobbled road running through the middle of the village, slowly making their way back to the castle. Now that he thought of it, he’d have rather liked to spend a few hours alone with her. But he had already agreed to her plan before and honestly, he didn’t quite know how to suggest a change. 

What if she asked what he wanted to do instead? 

He could, under no circumstances, tell her what he wanted. It wasn’t like the two of them hadn’t visited Hogsmeade all by themselves, they had,  and they’d enjoyed it a lot too. But back then it was different- back then, he didn’t know how much he fancied her. His heart gave that same sort of tumble again, the one that made his insides feel all empty. She was his best friend. 

What if his stupid desires cost him her friendship as well?

 “I don’t know how we’ll take our O.W.Ls this year with this- this-”

“Treacherous toad, bumbling baboon’s backside, stinking dung bomb…” he provided easily. 

“Yeah, her,” she agreed. “I’m worried she’ll ensure Harry fails!”

“Nah, she won’t- can’t rather. They’re overseen by ministry officials, a separate department altogether,” he replied as they walked on.  

As they crossed the cobbled road and reached the narrow alley that bent and turned after a few cottages and led up to the school, Ron’s steps began to slow down. This was one of those conflicting moments when a part of him felt nervously excited about spending some alone time with Hermione, while another bit of him that was unquestioningly loyal to his best mate, wanted to kick his own arse.    

“Ron?” 

He realised that he had absolutely no clue what she had been saying, mesmerised as he was watching their feet walk side by side. Her steps were much smaller, and he had somehow managed to match her pace.

“You weren’t listening, were you?” she asked, stopping and turning at him suddenly. A loud clap of thunder roared above them at that very instant, saving him. She let out a shriek as the skies seemed to open up and drench them in the sudden downpour. 

“My books!” she screamed, cradling her bag and holding it against her chest, while Ron looked around helplessly for shelter, but they seemed to have reached an open spot; even the nearest tree was many meters away.

“Hold on!” he shouted and pulled off his cloak and held it over their heads. It was a good thing she was so much shorter than him, it worked pretty decently as a makeshift umbrella. As he grinned and turned to her, his heart gave that same tumble again. She was really, really close now, and drenched and had water droplets trickling down her curls. 

Blimey…

She looked up and he could see her smile. There was the rare twinkle in her eyes that always made mad things happen inside his chest. “We should keep walking!” she yelled over the sound of the pouring rain, and he nodded.

His cloak- though huge when compared to hers- wasn’t still big enough to cover their feet, and they splashed and slipped on the muddy road until Hermione decided that she wanted to wrap an arm around his waist. 

“Can’t risk falling down!” she stated, and Ron nodded once again for her proximity and water-drenched state had turned his brain into mush, wiped off his vocabulary until he was left with gibberish or Troll language. 

With one hand holding her bag to her chest, the other wrapped snugly around Ron, Hermione guided them towards the castle while Ron ensured he kept them relatively less wet (as the cloak was practically soaked and dripping on them, but she didn’t mention it and neither did he). His hands ached- the walk wasn’t a very short one- and they were walking treacherously slow, but he couldn’t care less. Hermione was as close to him as she’d ever been, and he knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime scenario anyway. He wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Finally, they reached the school gates and once within Hogwarts’ boundaries, Hermione pulled her hand away, leaving him feeling strangely lonely. It would be barmy if she held on, he knew. The others would see and make assumptions. A small part of him reminded that he wouldn’t actually mind…

While he was caught up in his own head, however, Hermione had gotten down to work. A blast of hot air from her wand warmed him right through before she cast the same on herself.

He pulled down his soaking cloak and hung it on his arm and cleared his throat, hoping to say something witty. But Hermione was pouted to herself now, after unsuccessfully trying to dry her hair, and got busy tying it in a knot instead. Ron looked on, unable to tear his eyes off her.

She’d notice him and hex him into next week! He knew it, but bloody hell, she looked insanely adorable… 

“Ron?” she asked with a hint of a smile, bringing him back to his senses and he scratched his neck again while she eyed him curiously as she adjusted her bag. 

Ron cleared his throat again. “Yeah?” he managed somehow.

“We should get something warm to drink,” she suggested and he voiced his agreement with a muffled ‘hmm’. His mind was still in a daze, her soaking image still etched in his eyes. For many nights now he knew, he’d dream of those water droplets trickling down her curls, remember in great detail the moisture that clung onto her lips and lashes, remember her slightly shivering form and feel her arms around him.

He noticed they were walking back to the dorm and for some reason, she’d grown quiet too.

Hermione came to an abrupt stop in a lonely corridor and he followed suit, just about to question her. But then she looked up and he forgot what he was going to say. He found himself wishing really hard that he knew Legilimency; he desperately wanted to know what she was thinking as she met his eyes. 

But any and all thoughts drifted off to a hazy bliss when Hermione stood up on her toes and kissed him softly on his cheek. “Thank you, Ron,” she whispered and smiled nervously before looking away quickly and walking away.

 ……

[faresramettas]

Rating: Mature Relationships: Niccolò Fares/Martino Rametta Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Slice of Life, Conversations, Fluff, Making Out Summary:

"I think this summer is going to be good."

Snippets of Marti and Nico's life over three days.

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Day one

“You look so good,” Nico says, words mumbled against the warm skin of Marti’s neck.

They’re in the Villa Ada park and it’s late, later than they were supposed to leave, but good music and cheap drinks make time fly.

Marti is being kissed drunk and senseless against a tree and he supposes that makes time fly too.

They came for a DJ set at the summer festival being held at the park, a free-entry electronic music night by the lake. The place was nice. Marti had come to the lake in Villa Ada before, but never for this festival.

He liked the atmosphere, noticed how the tall trees were washed white by the flashing lights of the main stage, while the fairy lights wrapped around the fence on the edge of the lake reflected little yellow dots on the surface of the water.

The quiet of the park was broken by the volume of the music, the deep bass vibrating underneath his feet and inside his ribcage. His skin was sticky with sweat and humidity, but a miraculous light breeze made the high temperature bearable. Marti especially appreciated how there was plenty of space to dance without being squished between a dozen other sweaty bodies, and deckchairs strategically placed to sit and chill under the stars.

He liked being offered a choice about the kind of night he wanted to spend, and he and Nico chose to spend it dancing and drinking for hours.

Now, Marti can hardly call stepping in a semicircle and bobbing his head and shoulders to the beat “dancing”. But he has learned not to care. Nico has taught him not to care, with his contagious energy and silly dance moves that Marti is embarrassingly fond of.

Beer makes people bold, but maybe summer does too, and they dared dancing closer than they usually allow themselves to, judging the environment and crowd to be safe.

Stealing touches becomes an addictive game once you start playing it. A lingering hand on the hip, fingers brushing necks, a firm palm on the lower back to steer the other through the crowd. Marti briefly linked their fingers in the queue for the bar, and every time Nico cupped a hand against his pierced ear to talk, he pressed his lips to it, hot and soft.

Well past three in the morning, Nico grinned at him with the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth and asked him if he wanted to leave. Marti nodded and smiled back, dopey and tipsy, letting Nico grab his wrist and guide him towards the exit.

Once outside the festival area, the park was dark and completely empty, illuminated only by moonlight and the glow of the party behind them. They walked towards the exit, the lake on their left, grass and trees stretching for kilometers on their right to the other edge of the park.

Nico took his hand and dragged him in that direction. Marti drunkenly stumbled a little to catch up with Nico's strides, his hisses of Ni, wait met with chuckles and a squeeze of his hand.

“You don't trust me?” Nico teased, turning his head with a smug smile.

He didn't have time to ask where they were going before he was being pressed against a tree and kissed.

And that, that was risky, Marti knew it. But it was thrilling, too, a sense of met anticipation unfurling in his lungs and stomach.

He had wanted to kiss Nico the whole time they were dancing. Almost had. So Marti sighed and kissed Nico back, hummed happily in the back of his throat.

And this is where they are now. Nico kisses him and he tastes bittersweet, like beer and mixed drinks. He barely gives Marti time to breathe, one hand grabbing his waist and the other on his jaw and neck, pulling him closer, Marti’s own hands holding Nico’s face, fingertips sinking in his curls.

Marti can hear his own heartbeat, feel it pulsing in his temples. He tries to keep up with the intensity of it, how Nico sucks on his upper lip and licks inside his mouth, but he breaks the kiss on a drunk giggle he can’t hold back.

He likes kissing Nico so much.

"What if someone sees us?" he asks. Not because he's really worried about it, he just wants to exasperate Nico a bit.

“There's no one here, Marti", Nico groans, rolling his eyes.

Marti ruffles Nico's hair and it's so sweaty it sticks up like a wild mane. It makes him snicker like an idiot, and Nico presses his lips to his amused smile for another long kiss.

Nico nudges Marti's lips open with his tongue and nudges his knee with his own at the same time. Marti slides a bit down and widens his legs so Nico can stand snug between them.

He mumbles something about how good Marti looks in his white shorts. Something about the way they made his thighs look. It makes Marti flush and hide his face in Nico’s neck, mouth at the side of it until Nico tips his chin up to chase his lips again.

Nico's hands are on his face and he uses them to tilt his head back to deepen the kiss, fingertips buried in the curls matted to the sides of his face, thumbs pressing his jaw slack. Marti exhales harshly from his nose and angles his head according to Nico's movements, the pressure of his hands. Nico curls his tongue around his, sucks on it, kisses him so thoroughly Marti can't keep up.

Nico doesn't often kiss him like this, hungry, sloppy. There is always a perfect balance of give and take in their kisses, a familiar meeting each other halfway that's become muscle memory to Marti, a carefulness in the way Nico holds him, like he is something precious.

So when Nico kisses him like this, Marti doesn't know how to catch up, overwhelmed and so responsive to this kind of physical attention that his brain switches off, reacting in slow motion. He feels himself melt into Nico's touch and back into the tree, thankful that he's propped up against it because he doesn't think he could stand on his own right now, legs too shaky to hold himself up, hands hanging uselessly around Nico's neck as he exhales through his nose and moans softly into Nico's mouth.

He lets himself be kissed hard and breathless and lets Nico take, lets that balance of give and take tilt and doesn't mind a single bit.

Nico presses his full weight into him, slotted between Marti's legs. The music from the DJ set is still playing in the distance, and Nico moves his hips to the thump of the bass.

He's half hard, Marti can feel him against his stomach, and it makes his breath catch, makes him squeeze his eyes shut to focus because he's getting hard himself.

It's not easy to stay grounded when Nico pants drunk sweet nothings between kisses, that Marti can only respond to by clutching him closer and whining into his mouth.

Nico latches his lips to his jaw, kisses him wet and messy down the column of his neck, bends down to smooth his left hand over Marti's thigh and hitch his leg up, almost hook it around his hip. He caresses his kneecap with his thumb and his lips never leave Marti's.

Marti is tipsy and being kissed so dumb he can't move, but he holds onto the last thread of sanity left in his brain and plants his shaky hands on Nico's chest to reluctantly push him back, blinking at him with heavy eyelids.

"Can we go home?"

"Can I suck you off?" Nico replies, hands slipping under Marti's shirt.

Marti snorts, tapping his useless fingers on Nico's cheek.

"I'm not getting my dick out in a park," he hisses.

It makes both of them laugh, their drunk silliness breaking the thick cloud of lust hovering over them in that moment.

Nico rests his forehead against his to catch his breath, chest heaving. Marti starts feeling his hands and toes again, tingly from the blood rush, brain still processing in slow motion, heart pounding. He's sure if he closed his eyes and listened, he could hear Nico's too.

When he suggests they get a cab home, Nico snags Marti's phone from his back pocket with the hand not currently on the side of Marti's face and dials the number to a taxi company. He fumbles over directions, not knowing the precise address to the entrance on the lake side of the park.

It makes Marti burst into giggles, to the point where Nico covers his mouth with his palm, that Marti licks without hesitation, earning a wide-eyed scandalized reaction from Nico.

"You know there's an app for that," he can't help teasing when Nico hangs up.

"Shut up," Nico whines, leaning his head on Marti's shoulder. "I'm drunk."

Marti laughs and strokes the back of his head, looking down at him with a fond smile.

They take a few minutes to adjust their hair and clothes. Marti shakily pushes himself up and off the tree and dusts off the back of his shorts, but the dirt won't come off.

"They're ruined," he frowns.

"I'm so sorry," Nico says, saccharine and mocking. He doesn't mean it all. From the look on his face, Marti may even think he's proud of it, for whatever reason.

Marti acts offended and pushes him lightly, but Nico pulls him back in with both hands around Marti's wrists and kisses him again, slow and gentle. It’s a whole different kiss and Marti has to break it to preserve his brain from turning into mush again.

"You ruined my shorts. You have to make it up to me."

"Oh," Nico says, raising a brow. "And how?"

Marti hums and pretends to think seriously about it. He rubs Nico's lower lip with his thumb, dragging it down a bit.

"I have a few ideas."

-

Day two

It’s hot. It’s too hot.

They were supposed to go to the beach with the boys today, but after going to sleep sometime around five in the morning, they woke up past noon with the dull headache and dry mouth of a hangover, considered taking the train to Ostia in thirty-four-degree weather for a minute and decided to camp out in Nico’s living room instead, lying on the couch with the bliss of air conditioning on.

Nico's parents weren't home, anyway, wouldn't be for another couple of days.

Marti is sitting between Nico's legs with his back to Nico's chest, both of them in their boxers. He's comfortable. Warm but not sticky, not sweating. Nico is brushing the top of his shoulders with his thumbs in a lazy back and forth that Marti is mirroring with the hand smoothing over Nico’s thigh.

Air conditioning is the only thing that makes touching possible in this heat. That makes sleeping in the same bed possible. Nico has it in his bedroom, too, something Marti is very thankful for and takes advantage of as much as he can, having spent every summer of his life without it, often sleeping upside down in hope to catch a breath of wind from the open window in his room.

So they could have stayed in Nico's bed, but the living room is closer to the kitchen, and moving from the bed to the couch would give them the illusion of actually doing something, Nico said.

Or something like that. He didn't have time to argue the flaws in Nico’s logic before Nico was taking his hands and helping him up off the bed.

At least they're not hungover anymore. So that's a good thing.

"Who invented air conditioning?"

It's a rhetorical question, and he'd be surprised if Nico had the answer to it. Or maybe not so much. Nico is a well of curious facts.

"Someone who needs to be made a saint."

Marti hums in agreement. "Too bad not all of us can afford this bourgeois luxury," he teases, craning his neck up.

"Then aren't you lucky that your amazing boyfriend has granted you access to this comfort?" Nico says, pinching the back of Marti's neck.

Marti chuckles softly at his funny eyebrows.

"I am very lucky."

He's not talking about the air conditioning.

Marti settles back against his chest and caresses Nico's knee. He glances up at the big white windows with the blinders half drawn. At the puppets hanging by their threads. At the painting on the wall. At the stacks and stacks of books, vinyl records, DVD cases.

Everything here is so familiar it feels more like his home than his own does, and yet he could discover something new on those shelves every day.

He looks down. They're almost lying down, but their feet don't even reach the other end of the big leather couch.

Marti is very fond of this couch. Of the memories it holds.

He snuggles up to Nico and leans his head back on his shoulder. Nico rests his chin on top of it. He starts absentmindedly playing with Marti's right hand. He lifts it up and turns it around like he's examining it, laces and unlaces their fingers. He lays it back on top of his own leg palm up and traces it with his index finger. Marti follows the movements with his eyes, lips curling up in a smile.

"I think this summer is going to be good," he says.

"Because of the air con?"

"No," Marti scoffs, elbowing Nico lightly. Nico chuckles and kisses the top of his head.

He caresses Nico's thigh, trying to put his thoughts into words.

"Last summer was... really bad. For me."

It's a bit sudden, this change of mood. Nico senses it, maybe, and flattens his hand on top of Marti's to hold it. He doesn't know what Marti's about to unpack on him but he’s already comforting him.

"Because of your parents?" Nico asks.

Marti nods. "Yeah. But something else, too."

He's never talked about this before, not even with Nico. There's still something too shameful about admitting it.

He swallows, focusing on their intertwined hands as he gathers the words.

"I had feelings for someone. Long before that summer. It was the first time I liked a boy, and it made me do some shitty things to people I care about.”

He frowns, worrying the brown leather of the couch between his fingers. An unconscious, nervous gesture.

“He and his girlfriend broke up before school ended, and in part, it was my fault. I felt so guilty, all the time."

Marti feels, in a way, like he's reliving another moment of revelation, on a different couch. Only the subjects are reversed, and this is not nearly as scary. But he doesn't know how Nico will react, and the words feel like lead at the bottom of his throat.

A pause.

"It was Gio."

His heart beats loudly in his chest. Waiting for Nico to say something is nerve-wracking, and he doesn't dare look at him.

"I get it. You have good taste in men."

Marti scoffs, incredulous, and turns to slap Nico's chest.

"You're so stupid."

"What, am I wrong?" Nico says, smiling at him.

Marti shakes his head, chuckling despite himself. Here is he, pouring his darkest secret out, and Nico still manages to be the surprising one.

Nico clears his throat, then. "Seriously, though. I get it. He's your best friend. He's safe. He's wonderful. It makes a lot more sense than you may think."

He sounds honest, and kind. Marti sighs.

"I guess." He looks down, spreads his fingers out on Nico's thigh. "I don't feel guilty about that. Not anymore. But I meddled with his and Eva's relationship. I can't live that down. Eva and I are okay now but..."

"Does he know?"

"No. I can't tell him. Someday, maybe. When we're old and wrinkly."

Nico hums and squeezes his hand. "It's Gio. You know he'd understand. He'd forgive you."

Marti shrugs. "I don't know."

He can't tell Gio what he did to him and Eva, because he can't tell Gio the reason he did it. He can't put their friendship at risk. Not now.

Nico brushes away the hair at the back of his neck and presses a kiss to it. “Can I ask how you got over him?", he mumbles, cheeky.

Marti grins and tilts his head back, booping Nico’s nose.

"A weirdo followed me into the radio booth."

Nico laughs and brings his face up for a kiss. He moves to lie down and drag Marti half on top of him.

"Thank you for telling me, Marti."

Marti smiles and kisses Nico again, long and gentle. He already feels so much lighter with a portion of this weight off his chest.

"It’s going to be a good summer," Marti says, "because I’m with you. If the me from last summer could see me now, he wouldn't believe it."

Nico smiles so softly, it melts Marti’s heart like the July sun.

"I can say the same."

-

Day three

Being with Nico is like constantly being distracted. One moment, you’re walking into the kitchen to get a late-night snack, the next, you’re kissing him against the counter.

Marti likes Nico’s kitchen for many reasons, one of them being its wide counters. Perfect to sit Nico up on them. He bends down, grabs the back of Nico’s thighs and lifts him up. Nico gasps, his o-shaped mouth turning into a grin as Marti steps between his legs and wraps Nico’s legs around his waist.

Nico is taller than him now, and Marti has to lean up to kiss him. He unhurriedly parts his lips, rolls his tongue, one hand coming up to stroke Nico's neck.

He bends his head and presses kisses down the side of his neck, rubs the tip of his nose on the column of his throat. So much bare skin in front of him, he wants to pay attention to all of it.

Nico’s chuckle snaps him out of it.

“Do you want some fruit?” Nico asks, twirling a red curl with his finger. “Marisol bought it at the market.”

“Sure,” Marti smiles up at him. “In the fridge?”

Nico nods, pouts when Marti uncrosses his legs to move. Marti opens the fridge and grabs the bowl of fruit with peaches and cherries from the bottom shelf, then searches for a knife in the drawer while Nico makes grabby hands at him.

He stands back between Nico’s legs and places the bowl down by Nico’s hip. He looks up and Nico looks like a happy cat, with the way his lips are curled up at the corners. He bends down and kisses the corner of Marti’s lips, squeezing his waist with his thighs.

Marti peels the peach, cuts it in half and offers it to Nico, who takes a bite straight from his hand. The peach is ripe, and its juice runs down Nico’s lips and Marti’s hand. Nico takes Marti’s wrist and kisses the side of his hand, sucking the juice from it.

Marti mirrors him, leaning up to kiss Nico’s sticky chin. It’s sweet.

“What are we doing?” he chuckles, scrunching his nose.

Nico laughs too. They finish the peach with Marti standing comfortably between Nico’s legs. It’s messy, and Nico nips on his fingers when Marti feeds him, makes a whole show of sucking on them to rile Marti up.

Marti squeezes Nico’s thigh as a warning and shakes his head at him.

He doesn’t need to get ideas. They spent the best part of the last three days naked. He can still picture Nico after Villa Ada, pushing him against the wall by the front door as soon as they stepped inside and going to his knees, his pretty lips wrapped around him and getting him off hard and fast, Marti’s dirty white shorts on the floor. All the showers they took together, lips sliding across wet skin, Marti hugging Nico from behind and reaching around to stroke him.

Marti cranes his neck up and kisses Nico deep and slow, fingers sinking in the hair at his nape, until Nico is moaning into it and pulling back.

Marti gloats, satisfied.

He takes a cherry and puts it between his teeth, and Nico leans in and bites the other half. He plucks the pit from his lips and looks like he doesn’t know where to put it. Marti offers a hand for him to throw it. Nico blinks at him, looks surprised.

“Really?” Like that’s supposed to gross Marti out.

Marti shrugs. “Of course.”

Nico smiles softly and puts the pit in his palm.

They eat all the cherries. Not all of them come with kisses, but almost. Marti eventually throws all the pits back in the bowl, not wanting to leave his precious spot between Nico’s legs to reach the trash bin.

The window behind Nico’s back is open and the cool night breeze feels wonderful on his skin. A soft tune plays from the stereo in the living room, and they sway a bit, Nico’s arms around Marti’s neck and Marti’s around his waist.

It’s one of those moments that are so perfect, you want to freeze time and keep reliving them forever.

Nico yawns and rests his forehead against Marti’s.

“Wanna go to bed?” Marti whispers, and Nico nods.

“Okay,” he says. “Hold on.”

He moves his hands under Nico’s thighs and Nico crosses his legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders as Marti lifts him up again.

Nico is heavy, but he can carry him to bed. He even makes a detour to turn off the music.

“I wouldn’t mind being carried like this the whole time,” Nico says, leaning in for a quick peck.

Marti huffs, crossing the threshold to Nico's room. “You overestimate me."

“Next summer, then. You’ll get buff. Lift me like a feather.”

Marti smiles.

“Next summer.”

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

What If I Told You (7)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members at times.

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Warnings: Cursing; divorce; break up; angst-ish at times, but mostly fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is divorced from an unnamed ex in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

A/n: This is mostly filler, if I being honest. Its fluff, but I needed some build up to the next chapter (which will be allllll the fluff, so stay tuned). Special thanks to my rosie for beta-ing this for me.

You awoke to a light tapping on your apartment door that grew progressively louder as you ignored it. Shoving your comforter above your head, you attempted to will the infernal knocking into another dimension. The sun had yet to rise, and in your fatigued state of mind you couldn’t understand why someone would be trying to rouse you from blissful sleep so early… until you realized

why

they were here.

You shot up quickly enough to cause a head rush, glaring at the clock on your nightstand. 5:45 a.m. Shit! You were supposed to be up a half an hour ago.

You kicked your bare legs out from beneath your down comforter and sprinted towards your door where Clint, your driver, body guard, and whom you affectionately called your ‘one functioning brain cell’ was standing with a latte from your favorite coffee shop.

“I’m so sorry!” you practically shouted at the man in front of you, causing him to wince and hold up his hands in surrender.

“Whoa! Calm down kitten.” His velvety southern accent calming your nerves slightly. He took in your frazzled state and disheveled hair and deduced that your alarm didn’t go off. “Phone not workin’?” He asked.

You exhaled dejectedly, “Oh, son of a bitch.” You muttered as you stomped back into your apartment. Damn you for not having a real alarm clock.  “I forgot to charge it last night. Damnit. Mother fuc—“

“Y/n!” Clint stopped you in your fury. “Relax, okay? Your set call isn’t until 7:30. We’ve got plenty of time to make it to set for makeup and wardrobe. Just get changed and meet me downstairs.” He called as he led himself back to your door.

With haste and hurry, you shrugged into some leggings, a faded t-shirt, and a flannel. Brushing your teeth was the most “grooming” you had time for, resolving that they’d be doing your hair and makeup when you got to set anyway. The messy bun you were sporting was just a little… messier than normal. You were notoriously the first to set on days when you had an early schedule, and waking up late just threw off your whole rhythm. You grabbed your bag and the latte Clint had left on your counter and hurried down the stairs, careful not to slip on the rain drenched concrete.

“Brrrr.” You mumbled as you shook off the light drizzle from your clothes as you hopped into Clint’s SUV. “It’s freezing. And wet. Why is it either always freezing or wet here?”

Clint’s deep chuckle bounded from his chest and turned his cheeks a rosy shade of red as he cranked up the heat. He was from Alabama, had a thick, bushy beard, and his salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back with gel. He was in his fifties and reminded you a lot of an uncle you hadn’t seen in many years. Although he didn’t have the title, per se, he may as well have been your assistant. He knowingly kept track of your schedules, made sure you were where you needed to be, when you needed to be there, and was a fierce force against any paparazzi that dared question you or the boys when you were with them. You lovingly called him and Cliff, Jensen and Jared’s bodyguard, “C2”.

“I’m still not used to it, and don’t know that I’ll ever be.” He commented as he shifted into drive. “You wanna plug in your phone? Your spare charger’s in the glove box.”

“Nah. We’ll be on set soon enough. I can plug it in then.”

It was only a twenty minute ride to the studio, so you decided to just charge it in your trailer while you were being prepped for filming.  

You chatted with Clint about his kids and wife and their new puppy, Frank. You couldn’t help but smile when his eyes shone at the mention of his newest love that he’d adopted from a shelter a few weeks ago. He was a big ole softy when it came to dogs.

It wasn’t until you were driving through the gates of the studio that you remembered what scenes you were filming today. Every nerve ignited in your body as you opened your trailer door, excitement and fear both coursing through you as you remembered Jensen’s lips attached to yours.

And damn Jared and his gold-star meddling. Sure, you liked to reason that you would have eventually noticed that your name was said during rehearsal, but all of the emotion swirled in that instant made your recollection fuzzy. Words spoken could have been mistaken in memory of that instance, but that kiss was burned into your memory forever.

With a deep sigh, you plugged in your phone and rushed to the cosmetics trailer, plopping down as Jennifer set to work on your hair.

Your latte was emptied and your hair was freshly curled when Jared swung the trailer door open Kramer-style.

“Always late to the party.” You teased with a smirk.

“Cinderella is never late to the ball.” Jared retorted with a wink.

“Oh!” you chuckled as you stood from the ‘hair chair’, “is that what we’re calling you these days? I’ll be sure to make some adjustments to your trailer, princess.”

As you moved away, Jared peeled the beanie from his head and shook out his locks, preparing for his turn as you moved on to makeup.

As brushes were being cleaned and supplies gathered, you and Jared had a slim moment of privacy in the small space.

“Hey, Jar?” you whispered into the silence. “Jar?... Jared!”

He peaked up from his phone when you nudged him. “Hmm? What?”

“Man… you have the attention span of a rabbit.”

“I can be a rabbit or Cinderella, not both, Y/n.”

“Whatever…. Quick question, though…”

“Okay…” he waited, eyes trained on your fidgeting hands.

When you finally pushed down the lump in your throat, you asked, “How did you know about yesterday?—About, you know, what Jensen said?”

His hazel eyes sparkled for a sharp second, too much knowledge behind them for your liking, when he replied, “He told me.”

You nodded, not wanting to seem to eager to press for information, but couldn’t resist, “What else did he say?”

“I—“ Jared shushed when the ladies returned and set to work getting the two of you ready for filming.

The two of you sat in silence as you contemplated what else was said during their interaction, but Jared was not giving you any further hints as to what happened. You itched for your phone so you could text him repeatedly, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as he was entrenched in Twitter.

“Alright! All done.” Jennifer patted Jared on his shoulders.

“Us, too.” Trisha smiled at your reflection.

Jared swung his long legs to pull himself out of the chair, meeting you halfway in between them. “So?” you asked, feeling shorter than ever in his presence.

He secretly loved being the middleman between the two of you. He’d been eyeing the two of you for the last few years and eagerly noticed all of the lingering touches, stolen glances, and small glimmers of affection that you both seemed to miss from the other. He knew you were almost there… almost to the point where the maddening run-around would be over, so he gave you one final push.

“Y/n…” he scowled gently. “You and Jensen need to talk. Trust me.” He murmured with a soft smile and a loving pat on the shoulder.

The door swung open once more, but with less vigor than Jared’s entrance. Jensen shouted something over his shoulder to his P.A. before climbing the two metal steps.

His green eyes glistened as they locked on your face, a breathless call of your name escaped from his lips.

“Jay… hi.” You breathed.

Jared not-so-gracefully shoved your arm, causing you to stumble in the direction of the man that made your insides turn to mush.

“Hey.” He smiled. A light scruff donned his cheeks and his hair was fluffed in the most gorgeous way, like he had just finished running his hands through it. He lightly raked his tongue across his plump lower lip, making your skin tingle. “How are you?” he asked.

“Good, you?” you tested as he came to stand in front of you.

“Tired, but good.” He chuckled. “I—uh… I tried to call you last night. Did you get my message?” he asked shyly, one hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

Your face fell in confusion and disappointment, kicking yourself for missing his phone call, “My phone died last night… I’m sorry. I haven’t checked it since I woke up.”

“Its okay, really. I figured you were sleeping anyways.”

“Jensen?” Jennifer called. “Your chair’s ready.” She said, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“On the way.” He smiled to her. Shoving his hands in his pockets nervously and rocking on the balls of his feet, he continued, “Well, give it a listen and uh… tell me what you think, okay?”

You nodded, “I will, I promise.”

Just as you were turning to leave, you felt a slight grip on your hand. Jensen grasped your petite palm in his and gave it a light squeeze, “I’ll see you in a few, sweetheart.”

With flushed cheeks and a stupid grin, you nodded again, dumbfounded, giddy, and unable to do anything else.

He sat down and met your eyes once more in the mirror, his lips curling just enough to make his adorable dimples appear.

Once the door shut, you almost missed the last step and fumbled down to the pavement with a curse, taking a second to shake off embarrassment before racing to your trailer and immediately checking your voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n. I’m sorry it’s so late, but uh… I wanted to… see how you were, I guess. Well, I know you’re asleep now, but… can we spend some time together tomorrow? Just you and me? There’s something I need to tell you. I’ll see you then, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

A mixture of dread, anticipation, and joy flowed through you quickly before you went to wardrobe and the large warehouse that held the bunker’s set, carefully holding your umbrella as to not ruin everything that had just been done for your look.

When you arrived, Jared and Jensen were in the ‘library’ with scripts in hands.

“Alright, folks!” the director shouted to the cast and crew. “We’ve just got a quick meeting here before we travel to location for the day. Here are your schedules and breaks and travel itineraries. Jensen, Jared, and Y/n will be filming first, stunts and extras are already in transport. Any questions?” he asked while papers were being shuffled to each actor and staff member. “Nope? Alright, then. Let’s get this show on the road!” he clapped.

Quickly and gently shoving through the sea of people that were making their way out, you made your way to Jensen as he handed off his script.

“Jay?” you called, causing him to look up to where you were squeezing through the last of the mob.

Rushing towards him, you planted yourself as everyone else filed out around you. “I got your message.”

“Yeah?” he replied with a flicker of hope and a hint of a smile.

“I’d really like that… us meeting up later, I mean.” you said.  

He sigh, almost relieved, “You would?”

“Absolutely.” You beamed.

“Me too.”

<Series Masterlist; Part 8>

A/n 2: I received an anon ask when I was looking for fic ideas(see below) for a Jensen x actress!reader fic a while ago, but recently got hit with a spark of inspiration. This is based off of the song “What if I Said” by Anita Cochran and Steve Wariner and will be a short mini-series. Also there is a wife mentioned in some parts, but I purposefully left this person nameless as to not insinuate anything for Jensen’s real life.                                                                

Anonymous said: Hi! Just saw your post about looking for fic ideas. I’ve had this idea that I really like where reader is an actor on Supernatural and is friends with Jensen. They have a scene where they have to kiss or even just have to be right up in each other’s space and it makes them realize they like each other. It’s probably a common thing to write about, but I thought I’d ask anyway. Thanks!

[awake-not-today]

SUBMITTED BY SPARKLE HEART ANON FOR KOOKIE ANON 💖

Kinks/warnings; size difference, cum eating, cock worship, breeding, noona, blow jobs, bondage, thigh riding, switch!kook, switch!reader, unrealistic sex in the form of cervix penetration, unprotected sex, probably inhuman amounts of cum???, swearing, male and female oral, muscle worship, creampie, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, fingering, edging, pussy slapping, pining, corruption kink in you squint, praising, mind break, lots of dirty talk, fluffy ending, stomach bulge, cock ring, degradation, overstimulation

tortoise and the hare

If you told the you from a year ago that to mark your first year in Korea you’d currently be under the boy you had, until your first orgasm of the night anyway, previously only seen as a little brother she’d probably call you crazy. And yet here you were desperately clinging to the ridiculously toned biceps of one mister Jeon Jungkook, aka the best friend and roommate of your former friends with benefits Namjoon, and begging him to fuck you harder as he grinned down at you.

Fucked silly.

That’s how you were going to describe tonight to your friends over lunch the next day. This impossibly cocky boy was fucking you silly and to be completely honest with your Catholic guilt you’d have it no other way. Soft kisses were placed along your jaw and neck before being turned into hickies you knew you’d be carrying for a week. All you could do was moan and wrap your legs as tight as possible around his stupidly tiny waist while he pounded into your tight heat and your brain turned to mush at the onslaught of pleasure.

A little over a year ago you’d been pen paling your new friend Nari when she’d invited you to her wedding. You had come two weeks before the ceremony to help with any last minute things and to explore a new country. It was during your two weeks that Nari managed to convince you to instead stay for a few more years. Agreeing you went about filing more paperwork than you ever have in your life before getting your five year visa. You were lucky that your job had a branch in Seoul and allowed the transfer. You adore your job in historical conservation and were proud of how far you’ve gotten in your career at only twenty-four.

It was how you met your second friend Namjoon. A student teacher from the art department at a nearby school he was wandering the galleries when you both turned the corner at the same time quite literally falling for each other. The first thing you noticed were his dimples and how smooth his voice was as he apologized over and over. You assured him that it was fine and no harm done. The second things you noticed were how tall he was compared to your 5’2” frame and just how good his english was.

After buying you a coffee to again apologize it didn’t take long before the two of you became friends and eventually leading to friends with benefits. You’d be lying if you said that man didn’t know how to behave in bed. This is also when you first met Joon’s roommate and friend Jungkook. Slightly younger than you by three years he was a student athlete on the basketball team at the same school Joon taught at and was studying physical therapy. Joon had signed up to mentor freshmen and been partnered with Kook. They’d be inseparable ever since. Student teacher and student relations be damned.

Your first meeting was less than ideal. You’d just left Joon’s room after waking up from sleeping over after sex when you came face to face with his roommate. His very shirtless and sweaty and drop dead delectable roommate. You had stared at his chest for far longer than appropriate before his embarrassed cough brought you back to your senses. Hastily apologizing you introduce yourself before making a quick exit cheeks burning. You avoid their place for the next week claiming busy schedule.

The second time you meet you’re out on Friday for girls night and drunk off your ass when you bump into Joon, Kook, and their friends. It wasn’t long before your entire groups were mingling while you ended up in Kooks lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek when leaving. The next morning he sympathetically handed you Advil after Advil while you threw up. After that the embarrassment of the first meeting was gone and replaced by your drunken kiss the pair of you settled into an easy friendship.

Kook remembers your first meetings very differently. The first time he saw you he was convinced you were an angel. Messy hair and wrinkled dress be damned you looked amazing. As soon as your eyes met bells went off in his head and he knew for sure that you were the one. He was pretty smug about how you couldn’t take your eyes off his body, but unfortunately you had left embarrassed and he didn’t get to introduce himself properly until a few weeks later. He dropped coffee off at your work one day and properly said hello easing the embarrassment of the first two meetings.

You came around their apartment a lot after that since it was closer to your work than your place and he got used to having nearly zero boundaries between you two. You had no qualms about sitting on his lap, using his height to reach things, playing with his hair while cuddle up, and even dropping kisses on his head sometimes. He figured out pretty quickly you thought he was too young for you and he accepted that. Hated it but accepted it. You two fell into an easy friendship and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. He’d just have to wait patiently for you to see him in a different light.

That moment wouldn’t come until your first year in Korea had passed. You all went out to celebrate at Nari’s insistence and while Joon left early on to follow some brunette Kook stuck by your side the entire night. He’d had a few hookups and brief girlfriends over the year to scratch the itch but he wanted you and he was determined to finally have you. He held you up around the waist as he helped you into your own apartment where you tiredly kicked off your high heels. You weren’t drunk, but you were dead tired. Turning your back to him you asked sweetly if he’d get your zipper for you.

Shivering at the strong hands covering your back you felt him slowly unto your little black dress and turned to give him a huge grin in thanks before walking down the hall to your room. You reappeared a moment later with clothes for him to change into. Eventually you came out and flopped onto the couch next to him curling into his side in your sleep shorts and tank top.

“Have fun tonight?” he asked thanking the gods that you weren’t wearing a bra and trying not to be obvious about it.

Sleepily you nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for coming out tonight.”

He gave a low chuckle and flipped through netflix. “Anytime.”

It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke with forced casualness. Tonight he was going to use your perceived innocence of him against you. “Hey noona?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I practice eating you out?”

You sat up abruptly to look at him not thinking you heard him correctly. “Excuse you?!”

He shrugged, not even having the decency to look ashamed. “There’s this girl I like and I want to make sure I make a good first impression.”

Not technically a lie. He did like a girl, you, and he did want to make a good impression, just on you. He looked at you and stuck out his lower lip slightly. You spoiled him and let him get away with so many things he was fairly certain you’d say yes.

Ah there it was. That moment you hesitated.

“Please noona?” he whined. He dramatically flopped into your lap looking up at you with practiced innocence ad puppy eyes. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

You snorted at that and rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”

He sighed and looked at you. “Noona.” he looked disappointed. “If this doesn’t end well, I'll never be able to show my face on campus, be forced to drop out due to bad grades, then spend the rest of my life bouncing between you and joon-hyung.”

Playing with his hair you again rolled your eyes. “Maybe you should have been a drama major.” you teased.

He huffed at you while you thought. It had been a while since your last hook up and if you were being truthful you had in fact thought about kook more than once late at night. But he just seemed so young and uninterest in you those feelings never went anywhere. Besides one lesson wouldn’t hurt, would it? Gently pushing him off you agreed. Letting out a small scream at suddenly being hoisted in the air over his shoulder you missed Kook smirking the entire way down the hall to your bedroom like he’d won the universe.

He gently tossed you onto the middle of the bed before stripping himself of his shirt and while you were distracted he managed to get your shirt off. Moving down to your shorts he quickly rid you of them delighted that you hadn’t worn panties. “Noona.” he teased. “Expecting something?”

Blushing you slapped his shoulder and was about to snark at him after finally tearing your eyes from his very well defined ab muscles when his mouth was on yours and all thought went out the window. Briefly you wondered just how inexpieranced was he actually was because fuck did he know how to kiss. Lost in the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours you could only look at him with a dazed expression as he pulled back to stare at your body. Fuck he had dreamed of this moment for months and now here you were all ready and willing for him. He could feel his cock start to harden in his sweats while he pushed you gently down and placed small kisses down your chest until latching onto your right nipple.

Groaning you threaded your hands in his hair eyes slipping closed as he bit and played with the moon shaped piercing. Once it was all pebbled and sensitive he switched to your left and played with the star piercing. Glancing up he moaned at the sight of your blissed out face.

“I t-thought you only gon-na eat m-me out.” you gasped.

He shrugged and shot you a sweet smile. “Just want to make sure i do this properly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and were about to say something until he bit down on the nipple in his mouth and you let out a loud moan arching your back. Fuck that was hot, he thought eyes transfixed on your face. Releasing your nipple he continued on his way down your stomach leaving small bites before reaching his prize. Gently he used his fingers to spread you apart smirking when he saw how excited you were. Practically dripping like a flood.

“Look at me.” he commanded you voice slipping an octave.

Startled at the change you did and with no warning he licked a stripe from the bottom to your clit. Hands immediately went to his hair encouraging him to keep doing that as your moaned above him.

“Please.” you whispered already sounding fucked out.

He loved that.

Continuing his task he dived back in and began eating you out like a man starved. Never in your wildest dreams had he thought his plan would work out so well and now that he had you naked and writhing under him wanting more he wasn’t about to let you down.

After all he did have only one chance to make a good first impression on you.

Whimpering above him your mind was going a mile a minute. You thought that you’d have to coach him through this, but now he was making you evaluate everything you thought you once knew. Did he even need the practice? A well timed harsh suck to your clit assured you that no he didn’t. So what was his angle? Lost in pleasure you idly wondered if maybe he did have feelings for you, but you shut that thinking down before it could bloom. If any point Kook was interested in you then surely you would have noticed. The boy wore his heart on his sleeve after all. Groaning you could feel your orgasm fast approaching.

“Kook.” you begged. “Please i’m so close.”

He glanced at you face shiny with your juices looking unfairly innocent through all of this you thought. He lightly traced a finger at your entrance glancing at you. You nodded quickly your permission but he only smirked at you and pulled away making you whine.

“No noona you’ll have to use your words.” he lightly pressed against your entrance then went back to thumbing your clit.

That cocky bastard.

Shifting your hips in search of more friction you gave in. “Please Kook i need your fingers in me.”

Looking at your fucked out state and how hard your chest was heaving as you breathed he couldn’t help but feel a little proud. “Okay noona. Since you asked so nicely.”

His mouth latched back onto your clit and ever so slowly he stretched you open. First one finger, then two, then three leaving you moaning even louder your hands in his hair begging him to not stop. “Kookie please i’m so close.” you babbled. “Dear god faster.” hips bucking up as you moaned.

He drove into you harder until he felt you tense as your first orgasm of the night rashed over you. You arched your back pressing your mound further into his face desperately trying to ride it. He continued to finger you through the aftershocks as you breathed heavily looking down at him tiredly. “I-I think you’re g-gonna be fine kookie.” you praised, panting.

Crawling up your body again he smiled and claimed your mouth once again for a few minutes letting you come down from your high as you tasted yourself on his lips. He loved the feeling of your chests together feeling right at home hovering above you and settled nicely between your legs. Eventually he moved back down again and started back up his ministrations. You whined and tried to move away but with no warning he brought his hand down on your pussy right on your clit.

You yelped and looked at him wide eyed instinctively trying to close your legs, but he landed another hit and another until you left your legs open and your head was swimming in the pleasure-pain mix. Distinctly you could hear him chuckle and hover over you again his mouth leaving hickies all over your neck and collar bones.

“Did you really think the night was over so quickly noona?” he questioned sweetly. “I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long.” He confessed against your neck. His eyes met your shocked ones. You opened your mouth several times to speak but he beat you to it.

“I’m not a kid.” he said lowly making you shiver right down to your core. “I am a grown man noona and I’d like to show you just how grown.”

He kissed his way back down to your pussy without another word and kept your hands placed firmly at your sides while he returned to eating you out. All you could do was pant his name while your head swam with pleasure and confusion shifting your hips up into his mouth.

“So needy noona.” he teased. “I’ve imagined what this would be like for so long but it’d far exceeded my expectations.”

Your head was going a mile a minute but you managed to sit up and bring his mouth back to yours. You could be deceptively strong too. “I’ve been thinking about you like this too.” You confessed. “I just always thought that I’d be too old for you.”

“Noona.” he laughed breaking away. “You’re barely three years older than me. You’re not a grandma you know.”

You shrugged feeling a little silly and just a little aroused at being called noona during sex before moving down his jaw and sucking hickies along his neck. “God you’re gonna look so good for noona all marked up.” You said lowly and were rewarded with a low whine from him before he was pushing you back onto your back and diving back down. He kept your hands and hips pressed firmly down so you were unable to move away from his teasing tongue.

It wasn’t long before you were fast approaching your second orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your peak he pulled back grinning at you deviously. “You’ve been teasing me for far too long noona. Naughty girls deserved to be punished don’t you think?”

He waited until you calmed down before starting back up again and yet again pulling away right before you came. He did this for nearly thirty more minutes leisurely edging your poor clit until you were a soaking mess begging him to finally fuck you. He looked up loving the way you were on the verge of tears his name the only word on your swollen lips.

“Kookers please.” you begged. “I need you to fuck me and I need you to fuck me now.”

How could he possibly resist?

Rising to his knees he slid off the bed and stripped himself of his grey sweat letting his erection free. It slapped against his stomach and for a solid minute you couldn’t breathe. Standing a proud seven and a half inches with nearly three inch girth and a nice curve you were fairly certain he’d break you. Smug at your reaction he crawled back onto the bed, letting his cock rest against your stomach as he brought his crotch flush against yours groaning at the feeling.

“You won’t fit.” you blurted out eyes wide.

He leaned down to kiss you gently. “Trust me beloved it will. Condom?”

You barely heard the question way to focused on the monster that was about to be in you. “You’re clean right?” you asked. He nodded. “So am I and I’m on the pill.” He looked at you blankly head cocked to the side.

“I want you to fuck me raw kookie. I want to feel you bare.” you were blushing furiously at the words having never said them before.

Above you kook groaned. “Beloved you’re going to kill me.”

Grabbing the lube from where you directed him to it he dumped a libral amount onto his fingers before sliding all three of them into you at once. You groaned at the burn but it felt so good. He added another finger and continued to finger you until you were shaking and looking for more. He withdrew and grabbed his cock hissing at the pressure. God he wasn’t sure how long he’d last once he was finally in you. And raw at that. This was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Grabbing your hips he slid in half way sighing at how you immediately clenched around him moaning. He waited a minute to let you get used to the feeling before he resumed sliding into you inch by inch until his cock bumped against a barrier that prevented him from pushing the last inch and a half into your core. Below him you panted and shifted your hips causing the head of his cock to rub against the barrier again.

“Cervix.” you gasped out barely able to form a full sentence finally understanding. “I-I think you’re hitting my cervix.”

Secretly he thought it was kinda hot that he filled you so completely that he could reach your womb. Briefly he had a fantasy of you not on the pill and how easy it would be to flood your fertile womb with his seed but he bit back those thoughts before he came too early. Unknownst to him you also thought it was kinda hot at how deep he was, but you weren’t thinking of getting pregnant right now. Gently he eased out until the head remained and made eye contact before he thrusting into you quickly setting a rapid pace.

The air left your lungs as you let out your loudest moan yet. You knew your neighbor would be complaining in the moaning but the only sensation you could think of was how fucking good it felt to have him pounding into you reaching sensative spots you didn’t even know you had. It was all you could do to wrap your legs around his waist and hang on for dear life begging him to go even harder.

“Geeze noona who knew you’d be so insatiable?”

Glaring at him you bit back, “if you don’t pick up the pace and fuck me so hard that i forget my name I’m kicking your ass out.”

It was an empty threat and you both knew it. There was no way in hell you were going to give this up after you finally got it. Annoyingly he only laughed and slid his hands under your ass to help lift your hips up until your legs were spread obscenely wide as your lower half was supported by his thighs and he was hovering over you sucking more hickies along your neck.

“As you wish princess.”

Not holding back kook let himself really pound into you and it wasn’t long until all you could do was moan eyes unfocused looking up at the ceiling drowning in the sensation of kook having his way with your pliant body. To be honest he could ask you to rob a bank and you’d probably say yes.

After all that teasing and edging your orgasm was fast approaching. “Gon-gonna come.” you moaned out.

That only encouraged him to try even harder rubbing up against your cervix as his cock had no other place to go. “Go ahead baby.” he panted into your neck. “Come on my cock like a good little whore.”

You whined making him grin.

“Yeah? Like being called a whore?” he asked rhetorically. “Does baby girl like it when I remind her of how desperate she was to have my cock inside her? Begging me repeatedly to cum in her pretty pussy. Such a sloppy girl.”

You were going to explode at his words you were sure. Damn near screaming out your orgasm you tightened around him lost in the white hot pleasure. That was without a doubt the best release you’d ever had before. You felt kook slowing down to give you time to rest but you shook your head.

“No. Want you to keep pounding me until you come in me. I want you to force me to come on your cock over and over until you’re satisfied.” you panted out avoiding his eyes suddenly shy. God what had gotten into you. You were never like this for the first time.

Kook stared down at you in amazement before kissing you deeply and sending up a quick prayer to any deity that was listening thanking you for coming to korea. He wasted no time resuming fucking you and this time it took only a few more times before he was burrying himself as deep as he could go and releasing into you. You both groaned at the sensation and laid there tangled up until he started to move once more still hard.

“Fuck I can feel your pussy quivering around me.” he groaned out. “It’s like it can’t get enough of my cum. Trying to swallow up as much of me into you as possible, yeah? Just wanna be filled with my cum all day?”

He filled that thought away for the future while you tried to say yes but all you could do was tighten up around his cock in response.

Shivering you could feel the cum slide out of you and down your ass. It felt almost nice in a weird slimy way. As he started up again your mind went blank unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving you. Mouth open panting you were distantly aware of kook talking in your ear. You clenched again at being called a good girl and he smirked.

“Yeah baby girl? Like when i call you good? You’ve been so good for me that you deserve a reward.” his hand slipped between your bodies until he was rubbing your clit and abusing it until you came once more, but this time he didn’t let up until you came again after the last one in quick succession. Your mind was so drunk on pleasure and your body so pliant and willing to be fucked you almost missed it. It wasn’t until kook stopped suddenly and you whined at the loss of movement that he helped you sit up slightly and that’s when you saw it.

He had completely bottomed out in you.

That last one and a half inches that wouldn’t enter you had finally done it. You both lay there panting staring at this new development not really comprehending what had happened until kook tried to slide out but he got caught on something inside you and you knew what it was.

“You fucked open my cervix.” you gasped out stunned.

He looked a little worried. “Should we call the emergency room or?”

“I dunno this had never happened before.”

Kook would be lying if he said that statement didn’t fill him with a tiny amount of pride at being so big. You both laid there silently for a few minutes.

“Nothing hurts so I think you’re fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” you wiggled your hips and moaned eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah no we’re definitely good. Please kookie bury your cock in me.” you whined.

Giving you a cocky grin he did just that. Pulling out and moaning as he was finally able to bottom out in you. He looked down marveling at the bulge his cock made against the outline of your skin. In all honesty it was really fucking hot.

“You know what this means?”

You shake your head as he picks up speed again and you’re drifting off into a world of nothing but pleasure.

“It means your body is becoming the perfect sleeve for my cock.”

You groaned feeling yourself get wetter at his words. Dirty talk, especially degradation, was a huge yes for you, but not many guys would go as far as you wanted them too. They always backed out not wanting to get really harsh with you, but kook wasn’t like that at all. He had no problem letting you know what a good slut you were and you loved it. Loved the feeling of being nothing but a toy for the man above you.

“Yeah, beloved? You like this don’t you slut?” his voice teased you. “You like it when I point out how well your slutty little body is molding itself to match the shape of my cock, huh?”

“Yes!” you nearly shouted out frantically nodding. God you wished you’d been brave enough to pursue him earlier. “Want to be your good little cock sleeve. Use me please.” you babbled. Above you kook swore, lowly growling.

He was in absolute heaven. Here you were the girl of his dreams, his crush, begging him to use you as basically a human fleshlight while he watched his cock sink into you with no resistance. For a year now he had pined after you thinking you’d never see him as anything but a little brother and now he was balls deep, calling you names that drove you crazy, going as rough as he could, and you still asked for more.

And damn was he going to give it to you.

Moaning into your ear he came in you for the second time triggering your orgasm as well. With a jolt he remembered that there was no barrier to your womb. He had directly come in your womb and fuck if that didn’t make him rut a little harder into you drunk on the feeling.

Unable to focus on anything you felt on the verge of passing out. You were so overwhelmed by everything you were feeling it was hard to recognize what was happening before your eyes rolled back in your head and you fainted. Looking down at you with a smile kook gently pulled out letting his spent cock flop down on your stomach and softly kissed the tip of your nose.

“Sleep well princess.”

He gave himself a few more pumps to land a couple lines of cum on your stomach satisfied at his marking of you before he got off the bed and on unsteady legs he headed to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower and brought back a wet washcloth and cleaned up all the cum on your body. Frowning at the large wet patch on your bed he gently picked you up and took you to your roommates room. She was gone for the week on a business trip so it wasn’t like she’d mind. He went back to the bathroom and came back to wipe down your body of all sweat and grime.

When he was happy with the results he took the dirty sheets from your bed and put them in the wash along with the mattress cover. Idly he wondered if he made you squirt and that’s why it was so wet. He made a note to explore that route at a later date before heading back and slipping into bed with you aftering taking a quick showers to clean himself up. You were so tired you didn’t even stir. Spooning you from behind he played with your soft tresses and placed a kiss on your cheek before snuggling into you and falling asleep.

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was a glass of water and two advil next to it. Time seeming to crawl like molasses around you. Trying to sit up you noticed two more things. One your lower body hurt like a fucking bitch and two there was a heavy arm around your waist. Swallowing down the meds and water you look down to see kook sleeping peacefully besides you.

Slow on the uptake you belatedly realized that you were both naked and then all the memories came flooding back. Blushing furiously at how kinky you’d gotten you groaned unable to face kook after this. What would he think of you? Going slowly you slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. You looked even worse than you felt.

There were hickies all over your neck and collar bones. They were going to be nearly impossible to hide for work you sighed to yourself. Going through your morning routine you returned back to kook still sleeping. Smiling to yourself you were fairly certain he could sleep through world war three. Staring at his sleeping figure you got an idea on how to pay him back for last night. Going to your room you got out a length of soft silk rope from its hiding place and a small black ring.

Taking both back to the sleeping kook you carefully and slowly climbed the bed and took his wrists in your hands. You always had liked how big his hands were and made a note to explore other possibilities with them later. Gently tying his wrists to the bed posts you made your way back down the bed and slid under the sheets until you had settled between his legs cock right in front of your face.

You hadn’t gotten a proper chance to look at it last night and damn if you weren’t going to take that time right now. Careful of your still sore lower body you settled down and took his soft cock in your mouth. Even soft he was still a hell of a mouthful. Bobbing your head and letting your spit slide down to help lubricate your way down you could hear him moaning above you coming awake.

“y/n?”

God you loved how deep his voice got first thing in the morning. Taking the ring you’d brought earlier you slipped it onto his cock near the base and smirked. Oh yeah you were gonna have fun this morning. Giving his cock one last suck as the blood came south you sat up onto your knees revealing yourself between his legs. In an instant his gaze darkened with lust at seeing you and you smiled innocently throwing the covers off and resettling yourself down on your stomach continuing to lick and suck at his cock like it was a sucker and glancing up at him.

“Good morning.” you greeted sweetly.

“y/n what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked playing dumb. “I didn’t get a chance to show you my appreciation of what happened last night.”

You blew on the tip gently causing him to groan at the cool air and tug at the rope holding him still and at your mercy. Ignoring his noises you went about licking all up his fully hard shaft completely focused on acquainting yourself with every inch of it. Rubbing it all over your face loving the feeling, licking, sucking, and maintaining eye contact for finale you dove down until your nose was pressed against his stomach and hummed. The vibrations and hot warmth of your mouth proved to be too much and sent him into his first dry orgasm of the day. Panting he looked at you questionly.

“Cock ring.” you informed him. “It keeps you hard while preventing you from cumming.” You grin at him. “Which means I can play with your pretty cock for hours until you’re the one begging me to come.”

He groaned at that as you resumed your worshiping. “Besides,” you say casually running your tongue piercing right along the vein on his shaft causing another helpless moan. “I might have a slight oral fixation and honestly kook you have the best cock i’ve ever had the pleasure of servicing.”

You delighted at how red his cheeks turned at your words the blush even going so far down to cover his chest. It was cute how he was all commanding last night but now he was putty in your hands. You watched him amused as he struggled to compose himself as you happily deepthroated him. This went on for nearly fourty minutes of you mouthing and sucking at him until he was the one going crazy just like you’d said.

“Please baby girl have mercy.” he moaned out. “Just want to come down that mouth of yours.” his hips tried to buck up, but you kept them firmly pinned down to the mattress. He tugged uselessly at his restraints. You watched fascinated at how his muscles moved under his skin. God he really was built like some Greek hero.

Finally taking pity on him you released his cock from the ring and without warning deepthroated once more also sucking hard earning both a moan to rival your own from last night and his cum. You waited until he was done before pulling off slowly and leaning over him to show him the cum in your mouth before swallowing. His pupils were blown wide as his eyes never left your lips. You moved back down to his cock and took him in the mouth once more enjoy the moans above you. You cleaned any remaining come before letting him fall from your mouth and sitting up stretching out your tired muscles.

“Alright beloved you’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to untie me.” he tried once again to get loose, but your knots were too good.

“No.”

His head snapped up and he glared at you. “Oh?”

“You had fun with my body last night and now I get to have fun with yours.” you explained shrugging and you seated yourself on his thigh. You sighed at the pressure on your puffy lips. Kook couldn’t draw his eyes away from your wet pussy currently sliding along his thigh. His breath hitched as you moaned and began playing with your nipples.

He really loved those piercings of yours by the way.

You relished in the undivided attention his lust filled eyes were giving you. With no warning kook bent the leg you were currently on slightly drawing his leg up so his foot was planted firmly on the bed so you could grind easier on the angle and in thanks you leaned forward to kiss him. He sighed into his mouth and let you take the lead exploring his mouth as your pace all while the feeling of your wet pussy drove him crazy.

“Hey.” he started off as you broke apart for a breather. “There’s a game tonight. Wanna come and after we can, i don’t know, see a movie or something? Like a date?” he asked tentatively.

“Wouldn’t you rather celebrate the win with the team?”

He scoffed though secretly flattered that you already thought they’d win. “Believe me I’d much rather spend the time with you. y/n I’ve liked you since the very first moment we met.” he confessed.

You sat there stunned for a moment before kissing him again.

“Yeah.” you said grinning at him. “I’d love to go on a date with you after the game. And i’ve also been ummm thinking of well you too.”

It was his turn to grin at you revealing those adorable bunny esque teeth. God you loved this man so much. Leaning forward you met him in another kiss as you sped up your pace on his thigh and bringing your hand to your clit. You came with a loud cry before nearly collapsing onto him in your post orgasm haze. How you still managed to come after last night you don’t know. Speaking of last night.

“Sorry about all the dirty talk and stuff. I'm not usually like that.” you say a little embarrassed as you move to untie him having had your fun.

He snickered and flipped you over effortlessly once he was free. You stared up at him confused. “Trust me. Hearing you beg for my cock and agree that your body-” he trailed his hand down the valley of your breasts and down to your clit “-was made to fit said cock was the hottest thing I have ever heard.”

Your cheeks could rival the sun you were fairly certain. “Good. Because I loved every minute of last night.”

The grin on his face slipped as you once again used your deceptive strength to flip the pair of you yet again so that you were settled right above his cock tracing the abs below your fingers. Rubbing his hands along your ass and thighs he sat back and let you trace his chest and abs and arms to your hearts content. He loved the way you looked and admired his body.

He had been taking working out seriously in the last year to impress you after all.

Lulled into a false sense of security of your hands just trailing all over that he jolted at the feeling of the cock ring slide down his shaft again effectively keeping him hard. Startled he looked at you only to see you grin deviously as you slipped your wet and open pussy down on his cock. He had no idea as to when you’d opened yourself up, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

“Now.” you said with an edge he hadn’t heard before, but it sent more blood going south. “Since you were so good for noona-” he shivered at the word the sensations going right to his cock, “-this morning I figured that you deserve a reward.”

You looked amazing as you rode his cock, he thought dazed. Pausing you glanced at him head cocked to the side all innocence. “Are you going to be good for noona kookie?”

He nearly broke his neck trying to nod fast enough and sighed with relief bucking up his hips as you started moving again.

“Good boy.”

[thesmellofstorms]

Elu Boarding School AU part 11/?

Friday came around, and Lucas left school with Eliott. His friends were chatting in front of the gates, and Lucas hesitated on whether he should join them or not. Eliott and he had to wait for the bus anyway, so it would make sense to spend some time with Lucas’ friends instead of staying at the bus stop a few feet away, in full view of them, without acknowledging their presence. However, Lucas felt quite nervous, because he had yet to talk to them about the change in the status of his relationship with Eliott.

In the end, Eliott made the choice for him by walking in the direction of the group. Lucas followed him closely, maybe a bit too closely but he needed to feel reassured.

“Hey, Lucas, you’re right on cue. I wanted to let you know my mom can drop you off at your father’s if you want… That way you don’t have to take the bus.”

As soon as Yann had finished speaking, guilt started churning in Lucas’ guts. He had made plans with Eliott without saying anything to Yann about his father rejecting him once more, even though his best friend had always been his go-to person every time something went wrong in his life (which happened far too often). He should at least have talked to Yann about his mother cancelling their plans for the weekend and about his father’s texts. His silence hadn’t even been caused by a lack of occasions to broach the subject, considering Yann had asked him if he was alright countless times this week.

“Thanks a lot for the offer, man… but I’m actually staying at Eliott’s this weekend.” Lucas admitted, trying to sound casual.

After all, maybe Yann wouldn’t mind. Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal as Lucas was making it.

“Oh… Okay then.”

Yann sounded disappointed, didn’t he? He definitely did. He probably felt betrayed, and he was entitled to. Lucas was screwing everything up once again and he felt like crying, or punching something, or throwing up, or all three in no specific order.

“About that… I was wondering If you guys would like to come by tomorrow evening. I have beer and and weed.” Eliott chimed it, apparently surprising everyone, and most of all Lucas who looked at him with wide-eyed admiration, trying to convey his gratitude without words.

“Sounds great to me. Thanks, dude.” Arthur said.

Basile nodded enthusiastically to show he agreed with Arthur. Yann, on the other hand, took a bit longer to answer, but he agreed too, albeit in a more subdued manner. Lucas was instantly relieved.

Once they were on the bus, Lucas thanked Eliott for inviting his friends over.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you think it was a good idea. To be honest, I was afraid it wasn’t my place for a second, but you looked distraught when you were talking to Yann, and I had to do something.”

Lucas could feel his heart melting and he looked at Eliott in awe, as he had earlier.

“You really are the best. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He took Eliott’s hand in his and hid their joined hands in between their bodies, over the slight space separating their seats.

“Don’t be dumb, it’s the other way around.”

Eliott was smiling, but for once it didn’t reach his eyes, which didn’t sit well with Lucas. Eliott sounded serious, and it wasn’t acceptable. Lucas was the lucky one, and that was not up for debate.

He wanted to kiss Eliott right then and there, but he had to restrain himself. They would reach his place in a few minutes, and Lucas would probably survive the wait, even though every second that kept him away from Eliott felt like a lifetime, as Lucas was near bursting with affection for his boyfriend.

The second they entered Eliott’s building, Lucas pounced, pushing Eliott against the door he had just closed so he could kiss him senseless. One of Eliott’s neighbours could come out of their flat at any moment, but Lucas was over worrying about it. If they were caught making out in the hall, then so be it

At some point, Lucas started grinding his hips against Eliott’s, which made the other boy throw his head back. It hit the wooden door in a dull thud, and Lucas vaguely hoped it had not hurt. He couldn’t muster more concern than that, though, because he was already too aroused to form coherent thoughts. Plus, considering Eliott’s blissful expression, he was most probably alright.

“Fuck, Lucas. Let’s go upstairs, else I can’t be held accountable for what happens.”

Lucas looked into Eliott’s eyes, which were dark with desire, and instantly obliged, letting Eliott lead him to his flat. He would have followed him to the end of the world if Eliott had asked him to.

 They started undressing each other even before the front door closed completely. Lucas’s jacket was already on the floor when it slammed shut. Eliott’s jacket soon followed, as well as both their sweaters and shirts. Lucas cursed the many layers, wishing he could just make all their clothes disappear by snapping his fingers.

He had to admit that undressing Eliott did have its perks, though. For instance, it allowed Lucas to slide his hands up Eliott’s torso and feel how soft and warm his skin was, how fast his hart was beating.

Once they were naked from the waist up, Eliott went back to kissing Lucas. The latter reciprocated, but kept on undressing Eliott as they kissed, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Lucas started sliding them down his legs and immediately noticed Eliott was wearing no underwear. Lucas whimpered.

“I can’t believe you’re going commando.” Eliott was trying to kill him! This was so rude.

“I thought it would make us gain time.” He replied with a teasing grin. The little shit.

Lucas put his hand around Eliott in retaliation, which made his smile drop instantly. Ah! He wasn’t so smug now.

Lucas slid his hand up and down a few times and was rewarded by Eliott’s moans. However, he was soon stopped by Eliott’s hand on his wrist.

“Did I do something wrong?” Lucas suddenly felt self-conscious. He had never done anything with a guy before, so he was in uncharted territory. He had been doing what he liked himself, but he couldn’t be sure Eliott would like it too.

“No, no, quite the opposite. I just think we should take this to the bed.”

“Oh…”

Eliott slid his hand in Lucas’, entwining their fingers, and pulled him along until they reached his bed, on which he proceeded to push Lucas. He then made quick work of his already unbuttoned pants and took off Lucas’ as well, leaving his underwear on for now. Lucas was grateful that Eliott was trying not to rush him, but he was as ready to get naked as he would ever be. He let Eliott follow his own path nonetheless, trusting him completely.

Eliott laid over Lucas, settling between his legs. Lucas’ eyes rolled back when Eliott’s hard-on settled against his, with only the think layer of Lucas’ boxers to separate them.

Eliott then briefly kissed his lips before moving on to his neck and sucking on the fragile skin there. Lucas was sure he would have hickeys, and he was surprised by how much he wanted them, by how much he wanted Eliott to mark him. Lucas slid his hand into Eliott’s hair and held on for dear life as Eliott slid his lips down and sucked on one of his nipples, teasing the other one with the pad of his thumb. Lucas nearly lost his mind in the onslaught of sensation.

“Fuck, Eliott, please.”

He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but he hoped Eliott would find out for him.

“I’ve got you.” Eliott assured before trailing kisses down Lucas’ stomach.

He then hooked his fingers in the elastic of Lucas boxers and slowly slid them off, all the while watching Lucas, as if he was wordlessly asking him if it was alright. And it was more than alright. Protesting was the furthest thing from Lucas’ mind at the moment.

Eliott wasted no time, taking Lucas in his mouth and making him see stars. From that point onward, Lucas’ vocabulary was reduced to the word “fuck” and Eliott’s name. Lucas had his hands on each side of Eliott’s head and his hair between his fingers. When Eliott started sucking him harder, Lucas tightened his grip on Eliott’s hair and pulled on it without meaning to. He realised he had probably pulled a bit too harshly when he heard Eliott whimper. He was trying to form a coherent apology despite his state, but when he opened his eyes so he could look at him, he discovered Eliott’s burning gaze, and also noticed that his boyfriend was touching himself while blowing him. Lucas nearly came right then and there.

Eliott’s left hand, the one he wasn’t using on himself, was gripping Lucas’ thigh so hard it would probably bruise. Lucas tried to focus on the slight pain so he could keep his orgasm at bay, but it didn’t work. If anything, it heightened his pleasure.

“Eliott, I… I’m going to…” Lucas, winded, couldn’t finish his sentence, but he pulled on Eliott’s hair once again, this time voluntarily, hoping he would get the hint.

He did, but he didn’t react the way Lucas had expected him to. Instead of stopping, he took Lucas in as far as he could and sucked hard. Lucas could barely last through three seconds of this and came in Eliott’s mouth.

“Fuck, shit, this was amazing.” He said, once he had regained control of his breathing. “Come here.” He wanted to take care of Eliott too. However, he soon noticed things had already been taken care of, so to speak.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Eliott informed, blushing bright red.

Lucas would have been satisfied that Eliott was the one blushing for once, if his brain was still functioning instead of being stuck on the fact Eliott had come while giving him a blow-job. He nearly got hard again just thinking about it.

“Don’t be sorry, that’s the hottest thing ever.” Lucas kissed Eliott and could taste himself on his tongue. And maybe that was the hottest thing. He couldn’t tell, his brain had gone to mush. “I really wanted to blow you too, but we still have plenty of time.”

Lucas was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been that bold in normal circumstances, but he had just had the best orgasm of his life, and it had apparently loosened his tongue.

Eliott moaned.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear”, he said before going back to kissing Lucas.

They kissed lazily for a while and eventually found the courage to go get a shower. They kissed some more under the spray, spending far too much time there. Then, they went straight back to Eliott’s bed and fell asleep entwined, in a matter of minutes.

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Thank you for reading :)

[ikonislife]

Spellbound.

-Hanbin x Female reader

-Hanbin’s birthday project (: 

-Hogwarts au, friends to lovers, school life au.

-Spellbound masterlist

 -A/n: Please, please read this with an open mind. I’ve never done anything like this before so I know it’s lacking. I know there are thousands of better Hogwarts au out there but I haven’t found too many for iKON so I thought what better time than to create something fun for Hanbin’s birthday. I tried to include other members in the stories because why not, I love them all (:

Chapter 6: Not What It Seem?

There was no denying that the brilliant vibrancy of leaves burning every Autumn over the ground of the ancient castle could silent minds and still the hearts of even the most Grinch of Grinch-es. This year was no different as you trekked the fiery ground toward the bustling town on a Saturday afternoon with the boy who had just turned your tiny crush into so much more. Yet there was something so much more about this particular Autumn. Something so special that it felt as though the fairies that had years and years again carefully taking time to paint over each leaf took extra care, poured in just a little more love to sprinkle over it all with a splendid shimmer that glowed and glittered so ethereally under the golden sun of an approaching sunset. Even the fallen leaves beneath your shoes seemingly crisper than usual, delightful crunch echoed through the soft breeze of a perfect afternoon. Perhaps the weather had just been extraordinarily amazing, or perhaps it was the hand holding yours so tightly… Perhaps it was Hanbin. Warmth spreading from the hand so sweetly intertwining with yours barricading the wind, almost as if he had casted a protection spell shielding your body away from the sharp cuts of the soft breeze chasing each other about, tickling your hair. That soft smile still lingered on Hanbin’s lips as you both walked toward the quietness of the path toward Hogsmeade, basking in the last few minutes of serenity before the attention of the crowd, the murmurs buzzing amongst the street will be directed toward… Well, toward you two. Your heart bloomed in contentment as the little tune you so often hum once more finding itself falling from your lips, absentmindedly and unbeknownst to even yourself. Yet the second the first few notes floated from your lips, Hanbin’s heart perked up in excitement, the moment he had been waiting for so long, dreaming of the very first time your little hum reached his ears finally here. There was no stopping the command his heart had given, the way it left him gaping at the delicate smile on your lips, how soft the breaths you took in between the melodious hum. “Y/n, what song is that?” he asked, finally giving into the impulse of his brain. Miraculously lasting a whole thirty seconds of letting his heart enjoyed the show before bursting out with all the questions. His curiosity, all those months of lying awake doing his best to search through the endless universe of his playlists trying to figure out your song finally forced itself to the surface.

“It’s an old French song called La Vie En Rose! It’s just this song my parents used to play a lot when I was younger. I was sick a lot when I was a baby, so whenever I’d get fussy, my dad would put the record on while my mom rocked me to sleep. I guess it’s engrained in my mind now, it calms me no matter what. Then when I finally learned to talk, my parents taught me it.” You chirped in nostalgia, sharing the special moment known only by your little family with a very delighted boy. The song though beautiful and timeless, was well known but the memory lied behind it was something rather special to your heart. To see Hanbin following so closely, as if his life’s question had just been answered, it made you happy. It was rather adorable the way his features lit up at the information disclosed by your heart despite having never met your parents nor knowing the song.   “Can I say something… that might sound creepy?” “Yes…?” your answer lingered, a bit of confusion toying with your mind as a nervous chuckle tumbled from his lips. “When I first… You know… N-notice-“ His voice droned out to something meek, by the blush creeping on his cheeks and how he had abandoned the hold he got on your hand to pat the skin lightly, you surmised embarrassment had begun to settle in. “Notice me in the hallway?” You finished the sentence he couldn’t, leaving the boy nodding madly along. “I hate to break your bubble but boy, you weren’t that slick.” “I-… Was I that obvious?” Hanbin sighed, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose, the mortifying burn still very much searing his skin at the realization that perhaps his sly glances weren’t sly at all. “Not at first, thought I was mental for a bit. Then Lisa started to notice it, then even Chanwoo too. Junhoe, he’s a bit daff with this sort of things so it took him awhile. But yea!” “Oh goodness. I will go dig a hole and throw myself into it now. I don’t know when I’ll be back so please, move on with your life. Don’t mourn me, I deserve this.” Humiliation thrashing through his blood, burning his entire body as Hanbin went a bit red in the face at first but slowly his entire body seemingly transforming into a cooked lobster. Footsteps halting, he had actually begun to trek back toward the castle in a futile attempt of running away before his entire body went limp in complete bliss. Your arms had woven around his torso in the best back hug he had ever gotten, your giggle sooth the bashfulness away from his heart. “I’m sorry but hole digging and throwing self away is not allowed. Not when I’ve only been someone’s girlfriend for a whole 3 seconds and was promised forever!” “How are you always so cute. I had a heart attack just then. I’m in so much trouble!” Never before in his life had Hanbin giggled and laughed so much that it physically hurt just because his heart couldn’t contain the adoration it got for another human being. By this point, Hanbin had made peace with the fact that his body will continue to involuntarily react to every single thing you do with Aws and giggle. There was no other acceptable form of reaction, not when his girlfriend was so effortlessly endearing. “Well you need to get used to it or something because dying is not allowed either.” You mused gently, mushing your cheek against his back, tugging him back toward your original destination. “So, what were you saying about when you first begin to stalk me?” You reminded him but not without a jab, earning a disapproving groan from the boy. “I wouldn’t say stalk… But anyways, I’d try to listen for you. Then somewhere along the way, I began humming it too. Not always correct, of course, or as melodious, but I tried. Never figured out what song it was.” “Ah, well, we can listen to the official version when you have time. Maybe we can learn the words together!” “That sounds nice!” Hanbin couldn’t help the joy thumping in his heart and how he was quite literally smiling with his entire being, body and soul. It was so nice to have you so close by his side, even more so now that you had so casually planned your next hanging out when just a week ago, he was just a hopeless boy, unknowingly pinning after you silently in the shadow. Then again, it wasn’t so strange after all, Hanbin surmised it was only natural, expected really that his own girlfriend would want to see him after the first date. Girlfriend, he had a girlfriend. Hanbin hoped with all his heart that you would think of him as idiotic for grinning so widely repeating that word again and again in his head. After all, he only experienced first love once, and it was truly an experienced he hoped would last for a long time even if he had only been through it for a few hours. Once more hand in hand, that lingering warmth of a new relationship budding got you both in a bubble, completely oblivious of the world still very much revolving. It was so easy being with each other, the silent was nice but even the moments of discussing the most mundane things of life were also interesting. He found your choice in coffee interesting while you thought he was insane for not liking banana milk. “Satiny silk or soft lace against your skin?” Strange to think that this silly game meant to break the ice of a boy and a girl doing their best to sync their heartbeats had brought you both this far. Even now, as touches began to feel familiar and pet name began to feel natural, it remained important. “I can’t say I’m too familiar with either of those. Us boys are more like cotton t-shirt or denim. Plus, never having a girlfriend doesn’t exactly help in that department either.” Hanbin replied so honestly it made your heart giggle at how sheepish he turned, suddenly eyeing your outfit as if searching for those very materials you’ve mentioned. “Ah…” You sighed, a bit guilty for asking such an unfair question.  Truthfully while part of you were sadden by the innocent answer, another part elated knowing you’ll be the one holding his hand through all these seemingly foreign things. It was such a selfish thought, you knew that, just as well as your heart knew how it’d beat for him just the same if he had hundreds of girlfriends before or zero. But there was no stopping that little bit of yourself from basking, quite smug that you were the first girl he decided to be with. “Can I answer that in a couple of months? You know, after I get to spend a little more time with you?” At your sudden silent, Hanbin took it upon himself to smother out whatever it was that was clouding over your fading smile. “If you haven’t grown bored of me by Christmas break that is.” “Huh?” Confusion bleeding into the little tug of war your conscience was having, the answer to that dreaded question no closer to the surface – was it so wrong of you to be glad that a lot of Hanbin’s first will be with you… While you, there’s not many first left you could give him. “Well I figure once we go on Christmas break, I’d get to see you as you. No Hogwarts, no uniforms, no house pride separating us. What better chance for you to teach me the different between silk, lace, chiffon, profiteroles.” Arm softly snaking across your shoulder, tugging you closer under his hold, Hanbin pressed a delicate kiss against your temple to sooth away the crinkles furrowed between your brows. “I’m pretty sure that last one is a pastry.” You teased, heart lifted so high thinking of the future. A smile mirroring his broke over your lips, curling further under his arm as the entrance to town rising in the far horizon. “See! I’m learning already.” He quipped, as the first group of students eyeing the protective hold Hanbin got around you, whispering amongst themselves although not brazen enough to do more than a few careful glances. “Y/n, you’re okay with this right?” Suddenly very aware of his action as more and more whisper buzzed through the air as the pink building grew bigger and the crowd, larger. Although never before been blessed with a girlfriend, Hanbin had always knew in his heart that PDA wasn’t something he’d be shy with. If he truly loves his girlfriend, then damn all those who get in his way. Why should they care who he was with and really, none of their business how he shows his feelings. Yet it hadn’t occurred to him until now, feeling you cowered further under his hold, that although he might be brave with his heart, the murmurs of the crowd might affect you entirely different. “Yea, just a little strange having so many people look at me.” You offered up an answer that warmed his heart, the bit of fear in his heart slowly dissipated. Yet a different kind of fear engulfed the boy completely when the little doorbell ringing out as the door to Madam Puddifoot opened up to reveal a world so unlike anything he had seen before. A strange groan left his lips, no doubt byproduct of the air vacating his lungs out of sheer shock at the amount of pink assaulting his sight. How does one even acquire such intensity of pink in such shocking quantity? From the wall down to the china, everything was dotted with various shades of pink as messes of ribbon strewn about the crowded room. The space cramped with a series of small round tables completed with lacey linens and mismatching chairs occupied by couples. Everything was just as frilly as he thought, not to mention, very pink! “You’re okay with this right?” It was your turn to question the state of his wellbeing because by the way his eyes had grown three sizes the second his eyes had adjusted to how bright everything was, you’ve garnered a guess that this wasn’t at all Hanbin’s cup of tea… Pun very much intended. “We could go somewhere else.” “No, no, I said I’ll take you here for our first date. We’re doing this!” Mustering up a brazen smile, Hanbin tugged you toward the direction of the small table in the far corner the hostess had just pointed at, squeezing by and nearly knocking over a Ravenclaw-Slytherin’s couple entire tower of sweet. Wiggling into a velvety soft pink and blue striped chair, Hanbin eyed the entire room and heaved a sigh in relief. “Should we get one of those too?” He asked, glancing back at the couple with an apologetic smile, watching as the girl gently pushing back a few sweets that had gotten displaced by Hanbin the Godzilla. “We could…” You replied dreamily, attention wholely captured by the vase of peonies grandly taking up nearly half the table. “Sweetie, do you like these…” he drawn out, realizing that he had absolutely no idea what these giant puff balls were, other than that they were flowers. “Peonies!” “Peonies.” He repeated, fingers grazing against yours gently, hanbin fondly gazed upon the little smile on your lips, still so enthralled by the pink and white swirls of the petals. Delighted that even as lost as you were with the giant flowers, completely unnecessary for such a small space in his opinion, your fingers still wrapped around his instinctively without having to break eye contact. “Yea, I didn’t even know they were in season.” Mentally noting not only your little obsession over these flowers, oh and that they were called peonies, Hanbin was also engraving the dreamy look in your eyes and how you so fondly study the edges of the petal. As you both sat there awaiting your order, not much was said aside from the shy smiles being shared, hands bravely toying, and soft sighs of happiness. Strangely enough, despite the commotion of couples being squeeze together in to a room the size of his left foot, that Hanbin noted would definitely be breaking all the health code and safety laws of the muggle world, it just as it always had been with you… The world disappeared the second he gazed upon your eyes. Your hands gently playing with his as you watched so carefully the everchanging expression of his features, the small words falling from his lips and how they had been so kissable, so soft and plump despite the little scuff still red and raw. It was almost as if the loudness of the place provided the perfect cover for private conversation, perfect for a first date even though every now and then, you’d have to raise your voice just to convey your feeling. “What are you thinking of?” Gently pushing a piece of stray hair obstructing his view of your blushing cheek, all Hanbin could think of was how soft your lips looked and how awesome it’d be to place a kiss on them, unknowing of how your thought had been mirroring exactly that. “You. Just, all this is so strange. Not in a bad way, just I didn’t think starting out this semester that I’d be here, with you out of everyone.” You sighed contently, pausing momentarily as a very extravagant tower filled to the brim with treats gliding midair, squeezing itself alongside the peonies vase. “Me too” Hanbin sighed so contently as his hands moved to pull the tea pot out of the way of the mountain of sweet settling itself unto the table without care. “I guess I’ve always had a crush on you?” You admitted, a bit of giggle falling from your lips from how strange that felt despite here you were, on your first date with none other than the ever so dashing Gryffindor’s captain Kim Hanbin. There was something your heart found funny about professing your undying love for the boy you never really had a chance with and watched as his eyes lighted up with all the stars in the universe. His hands were busying pouring tea into your cup found itself back onto yours, squeezing so firmly that your soul felt the warmest embrace. You’ve always loved how carefree he was, being muggle and proudly wearing it like a badge as he run through the halls, probably late for class or meeting with his friends. You never thought he’d notice you, just a girl silent on the sideline, never once made the effort to be in his sight. You knew now that his eyes were solely on you, yet back then, you had betted with Chanwoo so many times he was staring at Lisa. Only made sense since why would he pay any attention to you? You were happy with just admiring him from afar because in a way, your heart can’t be bother with the comparison of the girls hanging about him if you won’t let it go any further. Yet deep down, there was a little tiny bit of you that had always wanted more, even if all he ever see you as was a good friend, you wanted it. Being muggle in an ocean of silver and emerald green, it gets lonely. In so many ways, Hanbin was your beacon of better, brighter, what you could have. But along the way, you fell too for that charming smile and the seemingly innocent boy behind that façade of the popular captain. The way he interacted with his friends and even those who were stranger, so kind and friendly. On nights when sleep evaded your dorm room, Lisa would laid there in her bed, retelling stories of encounters she had with the boy, knowing full well you longed for it. In the dark of night, she’d tell you of all the silly things he did, all the jokes he told, and how truly, genuinely nice he was to everyone. You knew she did it for you because your heart hadn’t yet ready to take it a step further.   “I guess I have something to confess… There was no denying I was most definitely attracted to you and how you carried yourself. But I hadn’t realized my feeling for you until just before our group dinner. The boys sort of had an emergency intervention and I just, it was a light bulb moment for me.” There was an ease in the way he breathed out that little secret, almost as if it had been weighing down his soul for so long even if your lives had quite literally merged mere days ago. “Oh.” You exclaimed, unsure of what was even the right reaction to the new bits of information he had just laid on you. You completely understand it of course, but at the same time… Two days wasn’t exactly a long enough time for heart to change. “Sweetie, don’t take it the wrong way… Please” There was a bit of panic in his voice as your smile had flatten out to something undecipherable. He hadn’t thought it was a big deal, no matter how or when he realized it, regardless of it all, his heart beat for you. There wasn’t a thing in the world that would change that. However, as he felt your hand going limp in his and the silent that was growing deafening, more so than even the commotion shared with the shop by a nearby table celebrating their 3rd anniversary, he was so wrong. “No, I understand. I mean we don’t really have many common friends and I mean before our study session, we didn’t really have much interaction.” Your voice hadn’t quite regained the spark that made it so vibrant but the smile and the way you had said “we” over and over again soothed his heart some. “I didn’t…” Hanbin started yet silent took over once more as he sat, gaze downcast on your soft fingers toying gently with his. He grabbed both your hands in his before determination seemingly thrusted itself upon his soul, lighting fire in his eyes. “I know you have no reason to trust me because you’re right, we haven’t known each other for long at all. That night, even on the way to meet you, even as inexplicably happy as I was to see you again, a bit of me was still questioning if it was true. All of that was gone the moment I saw you, smiling so brightly, waving at me. You took my breath away every single time since, every time I saw you, a smile immediately appeared on my lips. So, I know you probably thinking right now, this is crazy, we’ve only known each other for 2 days, aren’t we moving too fast?” Animatedly expressing his thoughts, Godzilla-Bin nearly knocked over the tower of sweet, chuckling a bit in embarrassment but nonetheless happy to see a rose blushing your cheeks as you daintily sipped your tea, smiling so widely. “Y/n… I might seem confident all the time but, truth is I know nothing about relationship. Ask any of the guys, I’m as dense as a person could be when it comes to my own feeling, and just as oblivious to others. Had it not for them spelling everything out for me that night, I would probably believe you’d never look at me. None of that change how stupidly fluster I get around you, or how happy I am being with you. So, what do you say, take a chance on this idiot?” “Hanbin, you’ve already got me. You know that, right?” You reached to pinch his cheek and watched as the boy grinned widely, barely able to keep eye contact as a bit of blush colored his cheeks rosy. “I supposed I owe the boys, if not for them I might still have a stalker instead of a boyfriend.” “Well… I would’ve figure it out eventually, just needed a little time.” He confessed timidly “…maybe a little more than a little time. But I’d figure it out eventually. So, if you could also maybe cut me some slack… Not only am I inexperienced, I’m also quite awkward when it comes to girls… And, not exactly smooth or charming.” His voice droned out to something meek, barely meeting your eyes, although his hand hadn’t left yours, not even for a single second. “Wow, now that I said all this, it just seemed like I tricked you and now you’re stuck with a loser.” “Hey, come on. Stop selling yourself short, Hanbin.” Your hand wandered to caress his cheek and at the warm touch, the boy nuzzled further into the palm of your hand.  “If you must know, I find most things you do endearing. And I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to show me this other side of you. I think it’s adorable.” “Really?” Shyly pressing a small kiss into the palm of your hand, Hanbin let out a small high pitch gasp of disbelief, although it was so soft, you wonder it hadn’t meant for your ears at all. “Since we’re confessing and all, I’ve liked you since like maybe beginning of 5th year. Before that it was just simple admiration for a really cool captain.” There was a strange sense of confident surging through your veins in the light of this new side of Hanbin. For the longest you’ve always assumed that he was a lady’s man. Only make sense honestly since he could quite literally make friend with anyone and everyone. Your conclusion that he’d be the most charming guy around the lady wasn’t really so insane if you were being honest. Compare to him, you might as well be a potato. “No way. You’re just saying that…” His jaws nearly to the ground as he shrieked far too loudly for a conversation meant for two. Thankfully, none of the patrons seemed to mind much for they too were far too enthralled in their own romances. “It’s true. I’ve hide it for as long as I could but Chanwoo caught me, and Lisa. Junhoe was quite dense about it. Didn’t suspect a thing at all until I told him.” You said matter of factly, sipping slowly on the cup of tea Hanbin had just refilled to stiffen a giggle at his ever-surprised expression. “Though I must say he was the worst with the teasing. Do you remember that one time he bulldozed Donghyuk over at the train station?” “Yea?” The memory held so dear in his heart, the first time he had learned of your name, how could he not? “He ran into Donghyuk on purpose just so I’d have to walk near you…” “No!!!!” Seemed like the expression for the day was shock because if Hanbin’s eyes bulge out any further, they might just pop right out of his head. “Mm Hmm. That sly snake. Although now that I consider how suddenly fond he is for Donghyuk, he might’ve had ulterior motive also.” Hanbin couldn’t contain the delight warming his heart with each second passing and revelation your side of the story of each memory he had of you. He waited in bated breath, laughing vibrantly, letting all the façade of the charming captain melting away… With you he was just Hanbin, a boy hopelessly in love with his girlfriend, finding everything she does and says wonderful. You told Hanbin how many time Junhoe had expressed his discontent with yet another of your fail attempt to talk to him. Though he was disapproving of another man expressing grievance toward his girlfriend, Hanbin found it over the moon cute how nervous you were just thinking of talking to himself. The way you doted over him and how your eyes seemingly never straying away, ready to devour every word he got to say, it boosted his confident to an unprecedented height. He never thought he could like someone so much and have them return just as much feeling. This, it was so wonderful that he hoped you’d always be here, with him, discovering the new realm of life together forever and always. “In short, I’m now banned from using the words emergency, SOS, 911 or any variation of them.” Recalling all the times you’ve worried your friends sick with a call for help only to reveal that Hanbin was extraordinarily handsome that day, you felt a bit of embarrassment creeping onto your cheeks but by the way your dear boy was beaming so brightly in happiness, you’ve got nothing to worry for. “You’re so cute, you know that? Gosh, I don’t even know what I was so worry for now. I thought I was going to throw up on you asking you out… Then you’d hate me forever because I threw up on you.” “I’d still be happy. A bit disgusted, but still…” You were still so high from the sky-high confession so uniquely Hanbin, you were sure he could’ve drive you both into a bush and you’d still say yes. “Shall we head back soon?” Hanbin mused regretfully, not quite loving the idea of having to end this wonderful day so soon but the dreadful hour of tomorrow’s practice loomed over his head. He knew no longer does he have to count the hours he gets to spend with you, yet he wasn’t quite ready to be apart even if it was still under the same roof. Never before had the distant between the dark cold dungeon of Slytherin and sunny tower of Gryffindor seemed so inconceivably far. “Hmm, we’re running out of tea and sweets anyways. Best save some room for dinner too.” The wind had now regained the strength of the approaching winter, cutting into the tiny bit of skin you’ve left bare. Unknowingly, you snuggled closer to the boy, stealing warmth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Hanbin too had taken notice of your growing quaint touches, outstretching his arm to welcome you into his side. He held you close, though it made walking a bit less convenient, neither of you minded much for the road too had gone empty. Without the prying eyes of the school and whispering of envy, your new relationship basked in the comforting silent shared by your erratically beating hearts. Your conversation continued on with the past and even the future, plans for winter break already in motion even though Halloween had yet to pass. The soft glow of the castle readily welcoming the both of you back into its warmth, shooing away the wind that was how howling against the rising moon. The debate of whether the next few hours till dinner would be spent together soon concluded with you both parting ways. He walked you dutifully just as he had the night before and waited until he could no longer see the soft locks of your hair bouncing down the steps into the dungeon. Even though dinner was mere hours away, you couldn’t help the excitement bubble far too close to the surface, barely able to contain your heart from exploding. Excitement electrifying every bit of your skin, leaving you breathless that Hanbin was truly, and undoubtedly yours.   Up on the high tower donning crimson and gold, the Gryffindor boy felt light as a feather as he jogged up the stair toward the soft embrace of his bed. There was a time when he thought there was nothing better, and he really meant it, nothing could feel greater than the warmth of his bed and the thick plush blanket cuddling him into a giant burrito after a long day of practice. Yet being in your arms today, even as small and precious as you were doing your best to hold him, the most magnificent warmth far beyond just physical feeling enveloped him, caressing serene and comfort into his soul. He could barely wait to see you again, to feel your breath so hot against his chest as you snuggle so close, doing the most to outshine him as an affection leech.   “Hey, lover boy!” Jiwon cheered, a bright smile on his lips, so contrast of the grimace dark on his features at practice. “Why are you so happy? Did Lisa punch you?” Hanbin was all too wary of his roommate’s sly smirk and teasing wink. “W-what? Why would I be happy if she punched me?” Flustered, the boy stuttered in mild protest, though that blush on his cheeks told a completely different story. “Cause that will be the only form of skin contact your coward ass will ever get with her.” It was Hanbin’s turn to smirk as Jiwon gasped, mouth gaped open to protest, but none came. “That is surprisingly on brand, but that’s beside the point.” Throwing his body onto the cushion of his bed, Jiwon got a look on his face that was troublesome to say the least. “So… Tell me everything! How was your date? Did she tell her parents? How was your kiss?” “I see the news already made its way around.” Hanbin sighed, he knew it would come sooner or later after your more than public date. Yet he was hoping to have you just for himself, to keep it between the two of you just a few more days. The boy was not yet ready to share his girlfriend with the world, wanting to treasure still the tender private moments. “Kind of hard when you keep running around snogging her every chance you get.” Jiwon scoffed with a bit of disgust but deep down, no one was happier that Hanbin finally got more than just quidditch and struggling with calculus to fill his days. “But for real though, I’m happy for you.” “Yea…” The bit of hesitation in Hanbin’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, eyes training on the way his gaze seemingly far too despondent for a man just that had just went on his first date, and counting. “What was that?” “What was what?” Hanbin quipped, eyes grown like a deer in headlight at his friend’s sudden inquiry. “You should be doing back flips off the wall right now not...” Jiwon waved his hand about, gesturing to the slump in Hanbin’s shoulders and the nervous hands scratching his nailbeds raw. “I don’t know man. I am happy, no doubt about that. It’s just I wonder if she is…” It felt wrong for him to even bring this silly thought to the light of day, but he couldn’t help it, not when Jiwon hit him right where it hurt. “What make you say that? From what I heard, Lisa said Y/n hadn’t, and I quote: ‘shut up about her stupid little date with her stupid little boyfriend and how stupidly perfect everything was.’” Jiwon put on a magnificent display that seemed to be imitating Lisa, to which Hanbin thought was surprisingly accurate. “Now that I said it out loud, I think Lisa is jealous.” “Yea, man. Ask her out before she tear all her hair out.” Patting the bunny liked boy on his back, they shared a chuckle before the issue at hand once more return. “Anyways, really? I’m guessing she’s happy.” Hanbin admitted to himself, this time with a content sigh that he at least did this first date thing right. “So, why are you sitting here doubting it? Doubting her?” “It’s something she did. Everything was fine and then when we got close to the village, suddenly she just… She got this worry look in her eyes when people start whispering and glancing.” Hanbin sighed, concern more now than ever that he finally voiced his observation, it all seemed so much more real. He had brushed it off earlier simply because he didn’t realized how intense the tea shop would be. “Well you know who you are, Hanbin. There will always be eyes on you and like it or not, it’ll be on her too.” When his eyes returned to his friend, Jiwon realized Hanbin was far lost in his own world. “Man, you got it bad. I’ll ask Lisa and the boys, see if they know anything.” “Thanks, Jiwon.” “Anyways, I think the Ravenclaw idiots are waiting for us. Let’s all walk over to get your lady.” Nothing to cheer up a man down on himself like the mention of his heart’s desire. Hanbin seemingly perked right up as he hopped off the couch, yanking Jiwon along down the long path. Just as the loudly dinging phone had alerted them to, Donghyuk and Yunhyeong were waiting less than impatiently by the bottom of the staircase, antsy too though they still won’t admit to the more than obvious reason why. They bickered and argued the entire way leading toward the damp air and darken path of the Slytherin entrance. They were loud, even more so through the empty hallway, letting their laughter echoing about but the joyful sound ended abruptly. There, just a bit to the left of the Slytherin’s threshold that Hanbin had been growing acquaintance with, his girl and a boy he barely recognize stood, huddling close. His hair soft and silky, each golden thread so brilliantly reflecting off the fluttering wings of orange flames from the light posts. His skin pale as the moonlight, smooth and nearly as beautiful as yours, a stark contrast to the head to toe black outfit covering his stature. Hanbin couldn’t help but letting the soft thumping of his heart commanding his brain into a scramble, fists clenching so tightly his knuckles were going white. It looked far too intimate the way the stranger’s gaze dancing about your features, far too familiar as his red lips tugged into a frown listening to you. Your words hushed and so was the boy’s, bodies barely apart no doubt in an effort to keep whatever secrets being shared, well, a secret.  Sorrow drowned his eyes, glazing it over with something so painful Hanbin felt his heart ached for the stranger that was crossing into territory that should’ve left him jealous. Hanbin watched as you pulled the boy into a tight embrace, hand gently patting his back as the boy let his head rest on your shoulder. “S-Should we go over there?” Jiwon whispered, not wanting to disturb yet at the same time, ready to hold his dear friend back if needed. “No, let her be. I’ll meet her at Great Hall.” Hanbin sighed with a soft smile, undecipherable to even Donghyuk, who was appointed by all of them to be the most sensitive to other’s feeling. “Whatever they’re talking about, seemed important.” “I’ll text the rest that we’ll go ahead first and grab a spot.” Yunhyeong spoke up finally after silently observing in the background as the boys began to turn on their heels. Yet life had a funny way of interrupting beautiful moments, just as it had a knack for pressing at moments that would much better off left alone. In unison, all their phones dinged with the might of Yunhyeong’s fingers, sending the intended text to their group chat. Panic, shivers ran down his spine as Hanbin realized what had just happened, eyes shot back toward the scene very much not intended for his eyes.  The boys scrambled and muttering cuss as if they were sailors being attacked by vicious pirates. He prayed so hard that you hadn’t realized, that the collective ring had gone unheard but alas, your eyes were already on his. He did his best to put on a smile, a small wave before they hurried back down the hallway toward dinner, footsteps hurrying as if they had just gotten caught redhanded.   “Well that went as horrible as it could’ve.” Hanbin sighed, noting the way your eyes lit up in panic? Confusion? He wasn’t sure but one thing was for certain, he hoped you wouldn’t be angry at him for intruding, ruining the moment. Surrounded by good company and the most delectable food filling the plates, his mind was soon off of the strange encounter as the group huddled close, over talking in an attempt to ease his mind. Eventually the noise and the smell were enough to get Hanbin into the flow of the conversation, yet before he could fly off into the far distant land of his mind, Jiwon was violently stabbing at his side, inciting the most excruciating pain an index finger could against the soft tissue of his hip. “Binnie, look. Stop eating!” Jiwon grunted under his breath, not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary. Though all his discretion went out the window the moment he settled on elbowing Hanbin so hard, the boy nearly topples over in his seat. If not for the much more important issue at hand, hanbin would’ve thrown Jiwon to the floor for bruising his ribs the night before a very important practice session. The warmth of soup long abandoned as his eyes traversed upward toward the entrance where you had just burst into, panted and alarmed. Your eyes rummaging through the entire room, through every group of students spreading sporadically through the four great tables. Your hair a bit more wild than he had last seen, no doubt from sprinting if the heavy pant you were heaving was of any indication. When your eyes met his, it was as if heaven had opened up as you huffed a sigh of relief, especially when Hanbin already had a smile on his lips. No words needed to be said for Hanbin understood completely your gaze, rising from his seat and bounding toward you immediately. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He could barely made out the tiny frown you got on your lips before your feet once more pattering against the stone floor, running right out the door into the quietness of the hall. “Y/n, slow down. If you breathe any harder, your lungs are going to explode.” For a second Hanbin had forgotten completely what happened that morning, the way your arms felt so right around him, how soft your lips were. For a split second, he felt helpless yet the second he picked up on that soft scent of your perfume, out of sheer instinct, his arms woven itself around your shivering body. “Hey, what’s wrong?” “I, I can explain…” You could barely get a few words out before a breath choked out from your throat. Even now, merely through the hug he could feel your heart beating right out of your chest, thumping far worse than what he felt as you both soared high through the cloud. “what you saw, it’s not what you think.” “I didn’t think anything, Y/n. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” He sighed against a soft kiss on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the windblown locks into submission, carding solace back into your frizzy self. “But, you saw… and you left… and, and he was just a friend. It was a friendly hug, like a friendly consolation hug. It didn’t mean-“ “Okay, let’s breathe first and foremost. Can’t have you passing out of me now, okay?” His words slowly sinking in as you let your head falling into his chest, letting the gentle beat of his heart calming down yours. “There we go. I left because it looked like a private moment. I trust you, Y/n. Strange as that sound for the amount of time we’ve known each other… I left simply because he had the look of a broken man and I had a feeling four rowdy boys wouldn’t help.” “He’s my closest friend beside the trio. He was having some hard time, with his girlfriend so I offered a hug of encouragement.” You explained even though Hanbin had time and time again expressed he need not of it. “Oh, my sweet girl, did you run all the way up here from the dungeon just to tell me that?” He cooed softly against the shell of your ear. He pressed yet another kiss, this time against your forehead and felt firework exploding in his heart as you nodded timidly with a soft mewl of agreement. “But you hate running.” “I know…” You pouted, finally parting way from the comforting pillow of his chest, needing to look at him. “Running hurt.” “Goodness me, what am I going to do with you.” He was in so much trouble, so so much trouble feeling his heart nearly giving up, unable to cope with every tiny sound, every little expression on your features.  “How are you always this cute? I’m going to die young of a heart attack if this goes on any further.” “Hey, I said dying is not allowed…” You punched playfully at his chest in protest, “Fine, I’ll go away then… So, you won’t die young.” “Nope, too late for running away.” Your attempt at wiggling out of his hug was as effective as watering plant under a big rainstorm, the more you struggle, the tighter his hug had become. “Plus, you hate running anyways so I say, just go along for the ride.” “Thank you, for understanding.” 

“Always. You can tell me when you’re ready.” Hanbin let you rest your weary mind on his chest for as long as you wanted, soft teasing words and comforting hug readily given to fill the time. He didn’t mind too that the dinner he had gotten was barely touched, a few bites eaten before you had stormed in and whisked away all his attention. He loved this, having you in his arms without feeling the scrutiny of passersby and jealous whispers. He wasn’t one to think of himself as a giant, just a boy who loved the sport, willing to give his all to take his team toward victory. Yet somehow along the way, the title of prince and king entangled his soul, weighting it down with emotions Hanbin wasn’t ready to deal with. And as much as he’d like to deny it, eyes were on him and it was true what Jiwon had said, eyes will be on you too. So for now, he’ll cherished these small private moments of two souls bonding through the bliss of a new relationship barely budding in the fresh air of romance. And when time come, he’ll do his best to protect you against the sharp glares of the world. Though perhaps that time might come much much sooner than he could ever imagine. As you were both too far lost in the far corners of the universe where only the two of you exist, you failed to realize that just beyond the sharp turn of the corridor a sharp scoff of anger bitter against the sweet words being spoken had just materialized, lingering with the echoing footsteps leaving you both behind, oblivious in the seemingly peaceful night…

[shinsousbedroom]

Replay

It’s a particular kind of agony that leaves Kazuya tied up naked to a chair in the middle of his living room, staring at himself playing baseball on TV while he’s sitting on a vibrator.

The agonizing part isn’t the rope or the vibes. It’s seeing his own face.

Or; Kazuya and Eijun stumble into a brand new kink in the middle of trying out another.

On AO3.

Kazuya doesn’t know how long it’s been when Eijun slips into the living room, pausing behind him with a considering hum. Eijun rakes his nails lightly across his bare shoulders, letting his fingers twine into the top of Kazuya’s hair, then jerks it back with a yearning grip.

“How’s it going, captain?” Eijun asks with a sarcasm he’s borrowed from Kazuya, eyes meeting his upside down.

The space around them is pristine and well-decorated—family photos on display, the tables and floors all dusted and clean, an outrageously nice TV mounted to the wall. There’s even a color scheme to the room, nothing like the mishmash Eijun originally wanted based on their teams’ colors. Soft, homey, and contemporary; the kind of classic place that gets featured in magazines about the lofty tastes of the rich and famous.

And then there’s Kazuya, sitting in the middle of it all, naked and tied up in pretty purple ropes to an office chair. Anomalous decor waiting patiently for Eijun’s ruin.

Kazuya can’t quite remember how they tripped into toys, then restraint, then BDSM. Something to do with him stumbling into Eijun’s poorly hidden box of dildos in university, back before they started dating. A near decade before they got married.

The neglect bit of it is relatively new, though. Kazuya has been trying very, very hard not to read into how much he likes the odd taste of an Eijun who putters around the house ignoring him, as if he could ever have zero desire to chase after Kazuya. Just the thought of it makes him desperate for Eijun’s attention and hands and dick, goddammit.

Kazuya knows he shouldn’t psychoanalyze it, some things in life don’t have reasons, but does it anyway.

But because Eijun knows he thinks like that, Eijun can’t help but undermine the actual neglect part out of concern. The minute he’s meant to check in on Kazuya’s isolation to tease him more, his earnest concern in making sure Kazuya is still enjoying himself blares out like a foghorn cutting through Kazuya’s goal of reaching his perfect, spacey sex haze.

Eijun tugs again, a mild reprimand for a wandering mind. There’s a smear of some sort of grease at the edge of Eijun’s eyebrow, but the rope catches Kazuya’s wrist when he tries to lift a hand to rub it off with his thumb. Somehow, he’s forgotten his hands are tied together at the small of his back, both too present in his own body and a world away from it. From the impish grin on his face, Eijun catches the failure.

“Is it time for you to fuck me yet?” Kazuya asks, trying to press his head further into the grip Eijun still has in his hair.

Instead of answering, Eijun lets go and kneels behind the chair, running a gentle finger over the area where the rope digs into his wrists, then kissing each fingertip. He catches a scratch of stubble on Eijun’s chin as he pulls away, crawling around the chair to sit in front of him cross-legged.

“No,” Eijun responds point blank, massaging Kazuya’s calves and checking the rope around his ankles. “And you call me impatient. Don’t I always have to wait on you to catch for me?”

“In case it’s escaped your attention, we’re not exactly playing baseball right now.”

Eijun rests his cheek against the inside of Kazuya’s thigh. His blinks are slow and lazy as he looks up with a disappointed frown, molten irises shining bright. As if he really could spend forever winding Kazuya up and dragging him back down from a high.

“That is not what I meant, Miyuki Kazuya. You’re being unreasonable.” Eijun nips at the thin skin of his knee. Kazuya barely keeps his knee from bashing into Eijun’s nose from a shock of desire. His entire body feels hypersensitive, attuned to every change in temperature and airflow while he has nothing else to do but feel. With every movement, his skin drags a stutter against the leather of the chair, sweat and lube mixed unevenly across his thighs and back, so as to catch and glide in turn.

“You’re unreasonable. You haven’t used the vibrator once, so far. It’s there, in my ass, ready for you,” Kazuya says, voice hoarse.

“So demanding,” Eijun grumbles into his skin, then picks himself up with a heave. “I know because I put it there, so I’ll use it exactly when I want to and not a second sooner.”

Eijun’s sudden distance is cold despite the heat in their house cranked up to keep them warm and drowsy. Whatever he’s been up to to keep from checking in on Kazuya too soon is working. Their last few attempts at denial had been wrecked by someone’s enthusiasm. But in front of Kazuya, it’s still too easy to see the sheen across Eijun’s brow, the way he can’t stop biting and licking his own lips. One of his heels is bouncing on the floor, the only way he can release all the energy keyed up inside of him right now.

“But you do want to.” Kazuya feels so powerful right now, pitching forward in the chair as much as the rope will let him. It’s not just the blood pounding rabbit-quick through his body that’s making him hot, but the way Eijun is struggling to maintain his cool against Kazuya’s own bratty, undermining hand. From the tempting flush of Kazuya’s cheeks to his cock filling out against his stomach, legs spread wide in invitation, getting to see his unrestrained want even as he’s tied tight just for Eijun—Kazuya must be a beautiful sight.

…So maybe Kazuya’s grasp on willpower is also nonexistent in the face of Sawamura Eijun. He literally asked for Eijun to make him wait. They are both really bad at sticking to a theme.

Eijun crosses his arms over his chest, and Kazuya loses a moment to admiring his biceps, out and armed in his casual tank top and grey sweats. “You are being way too snarky. You’re supposed to be unthinking mush for me now. Mush! If your brain is stuck running 24/7, at least set it on showing your husband gratitude. Completely unacceptable!”

He steps over to a little side table where the vibrator’s remote sits next to the TV’s. He stares at the two for a second before grabbing the latter, much to Kazuya’s relieved disappointment.

"Eijun.”

“Nope! If the silence is keying you up instead of blissing you out, you can empty your head with whatever’s on TV. Call me when you’ve learned your lesson and you’re ready to behave.” He flicks on a random channel, safe in the knowledge Kazuya hates watching TV and will only fidget more from the stimulation, then leaves before Kazuya gathers his thoughts enough to protest.

It does its job, for a while. Kazuya’s eyes go glassy at the colors and sounds, but he’s already overwhelmed by his own body when he closes his eyes to shut it out.

The commercials clear past a blur of cars, snacks, and local lawyers. And the programming starts back up again. Cutting through the silence of the room is a rowdy crowd and a set of announcers saying his name.

It’s baseball. Of course it would be goddamn baseball, in this household.

And then, with the sinking horror of watching a disaster unfold, there Kazuya is, front and center on the TV in his last game of the season.

He hates watching himself on the diamond. He can easily do it to analyze his baseball, but when he’s not focused on his form or a call or whatever the hell that throw was to third, it’s agonizing to see how obsessive the cameras are about following him between each play. He cringes at all the speculation about his future. And he sure as hell hates every time the cameras pan out to his fans holding signs asking him to marry them or—heaven forbid—something raunchier that gets blurred out when it airs.

Kazuya huffs, falling slowly out of the headspace he was just reaching, the heavy weight returning to his limbs the more his mind latches onto his own face splashed across the screen.

“And he’s out! Miyuki tags the runner in the nick of time—”

“Eijun!” he calls out, resigned at derailing the very nice night they’ve been having so far.

After a mildly concerning metallic crash, Eijun comes skidding around the corner from the kitchen. “That was fast. What’s wrong?”

Kazuya turns towards the TV with a pout.

Eijun takes a moment to parse out the fact that Kazuya’s old game is running despite it being postseason and there are plenty of other games to air with more relevancy right now, and laughs at the putout expression on Kazuya’s face. “Is that all?”

“It’s annoying.” He’s fidgety now, self-conscious in a way that’s turned his blush more towards embarrassment than lust. He can suddenly feel the rope, the bite of it distracting instead of just a soothing pressure, his chair creaking as he shifts.

Eijun leans over the back, arms smoothing down Kazuya’s chest to link together on his stomach, and presses a kiss to his hairline. The pressure of his body settles him. Eijun settles him. “You call me annoying twice a day. Get over yourself, you giant baby.” Tinny cheering hollers from the TV as someone steals a base. Above him, an impish grin lights up Eijun’s face. “What if I tell you what I see?”

Kazuya closes his eyes, relaxing into Eijun’s presence. “What do you mean?”

Eijun breaks away abruptly, Kazuya’s head dipping for a moment before he catches himself. By then, Eijun’s swung around to his front, looming over him larger than life as ever with a knee placed between Kazuya’s thighs, leaning in to cage in Kazuya’s chest and face. The chair is literally shaking from Eijun’s anticipation.

“I wanna tell you exactly what I see on screen when I see you.” Eijun’s voice dips low, mouth brushing Kazuya’s without a real kiss and building a fire back in his gut. “I’ll take you out of the rope—but I want you to stay in this chair like a good husband while I describe every detail to you and make that vibrator earn its worth. Think you can do that? Be patient a little longer? It’s always rewarding when I am for you. Let me show you now.”

Kazuya knows he could say no and Eijun wouldn’t be disappointed. If anything, he’d be ecstatic about healthy communication, it’s very important, Miyuki Kazuya! I love that you trust me like that, always, you make me so proud!

But that’s not the trust he wants to indulge in tonight. His dick is still hard and his husband’s really hot, okay? Just seeing him in all his lean muscle and eagerness is an argument that wins over Kazuya’s libido 90% of the time. It’s not a drive he wants to fight against, most days.

“Go on,” Kazuya says, surging up to steal a quick kiss.

The breaking joy on Eijun’s face already makes his impending agony worth it as he shoots off behind him to untie the rope, massaging out his arms again as he places each one onto the rests. “Stay,” he tells each hand as he carefully curls every finger around the handles.

He kneels down and flicks a glance back to the screen to catch a close up of Kazuya crouched behind home plate.

“Your thighs are so beautiful,” he says kneeling down between them, tugging the rope free. Eijun looks up, raking his nails up Kazuya’s thighs until his arms are laying down twin heavy lines of heat, pressing gingerly into the tender flesh of his waist. He leans forward so he can bat his eyelashes while his mouth is right there next to his dick, the fucker. “The way your uniform stretches across them when you’re crouched behind the plate—I don’t know how anyone can focus on the pitch when you’re right there.” Kazuya’s eyes flutter as Eijun presses a gentle kiss to the head of his cock, refusing to give him anything more than a tease. “I should tell you that more, how obsessed I am with your thighs.”

“If you love them so much, why don’t you marry them?” Kazuya bites out. It’s not the most inspired. Kazuya is distracted.

Eijun takes the question seriously, because of course he does. “I’ll marry you as many times as you’ll let me.”

“You’ll get a divorce instead if you don’t do something with that vibrator soon.”

Eijin narrows his eyes, then stomps over to the remote, swipes it off the table, and turns the vibrator on high , sending a shockwave through his body. When Kazuya’s vision clears from the flood, it’s settled down to a low, comfortable rumble, keeping him from relaxing while also making him boneless.

“You asked for mean Eijun, and mean Eijun has arrived!”

His dick is beginning to leak, especially at seeing how Eijun’s pants are tenting, too. “I’m noticing,” Kazuya says dryly.

Eijun looks down at the little remote in his hand and without a second thought, changes the pattern.

The switch drags a whine out of Kazuya, limbs spasming in response to the unexpected buzz inside of him. It’s a rhythm that steadily builds to a high intensity before dropping off abruptly, just when satisfaction might have been found. Eijun knows the way this particularly winds him up, which either bodes very, very well for Kazuya, or very, very poorly.

“It’s hard to focus on baseball, sometimes, when you radiate that stupid smug aura from striking out a batter. You make that same face in bed, y’know. In the sex chair, too,” he says, stepping forward enough to poke a divot into the chair’s leather padding by Kazuya’s shoulder. It spins lightly. Eijun swings him back around, jolting the vibrator inside of him. “But back to your thighs. They’re just right there. Constantly.”

“What do you expect, I can’t just take them off,” Kazuya says through reedy breaths.

Eijun mercilessly notches the dial up a few levels stronger.

He yelps at the wave of pressure that sweeps through his bones, only to recede with no final push towards a break. When his vision clears and he can feel the vibrator settle back onto a low hum, he glares up at Eijun’s shit-eating grin.

“Wait your turn, Miyuki Kazuya. This is still my night to monologue.” He pulls back and casually rests his arm against the back of the chair. The remote is dangling in his hand, right next to Kazuya’s face. “You could stand to be more patient, y’know.”

“That’s rich, coming from—“

Eijun grabs a fistful of hair at the back of his head and yanks hard. “What did I just tell you?”

“Tell me again,” he gasps.

“What is with this bratty behavior!” Eijun releases his grip and runs a soothing hand over Kazuya’s hair, then cups Kazuya’s jawline, moving aside to direct their attentions back to the screen.

Kazuya cringes at the camera lingering on him in the dugout, face burning. He’s just drinking an Aquarius. There are so many other people they could be showing, players actually on the field.

Eijun presses a hand to the base of Kazuya’s neck. When he swallows, Kazuya feels the hint of a promise in the pressure of each fingertip. “It’s stupid, the way you think the camera should be focused on the game. You think they’d waste time focusing on you if that wasn’t exactly what everyone watching on TV wanted to see? You’re the draw, Kazuya.

“No one else gets to think about you the way I do, though. They can look at you chugging your water or unbuckling your chest plate and fantasize, but I can watch and make a promise. Next time I see you with a water bottle, it’ll take everything I’ve got not to rip it out of your hands and feed my fingers into your mouth instead. If you think you get dirty sliding home, wait until I shove you onto the floor of the dugout. I’m gonna drag that annoying sly look off your face until you can’t even think of back talking, just stuck with overwhelming pleasure because of me.”

Eijun’s voice is raspy, crackling with fire as his nose brushes Kazuya’s ear, nibbling tiny bites to the shell between his words. “And shit, all the baseball gear? It drives me mad, how it’s your own kind of wall against anyone getting to you. You look so distant swamped in it all during a game. I wanna strip it off piece by piece and lavish each part of you below it like you deserve. I’ll start with that helmet. It’s a shame how it blocks your pretty face, but everytime it comes off, god, I wanna grab your hair and wipe every bead of sweat off your face and replace it all with come—

“That’s why I love watching your games, over and over again. Every time you show up on screen, it’s a reminder of what we get to do later.”

Eijun’s eyes flip between the screen and Kazuya, who is very, very still. And very, very quiet.

“And that’s a home run, right there! What a season for his RBI already—”

“You like me watching you like this,” Eijun says, wonder in his voice. He walks up to the TV, crossing his arms, letting a leg kick out as he tilts his head at the screen.

Kazuya drinks in the pose. The flickering lights of the screen make a hazy glow around his silhouette, the wild hair and comfy sweats, arms bare for him. He wants Eijun to turn around, to see the calculation in his head as he parses through the puzzle in front of him until he can take on the entire challenge of it with ease.

There’s something special about his observations to Kazuya, the way he pulls apart tape. Knowing the analysis doesn’t come naturally and that he learned it for the game—learned it from him. That skill was earned. And then it kickstarted a surprisingly adept analytic side of Eijun that’s opened up a world of possibility.

Like now.

Eijun spins on his heels, pacing towards Kazuya, pinching at his own lips. Eijun could stand to let Kazuya have a taste. He doesn’t care if it's of his fingers or his mouth, Kazuya is parched for anything and everything. His hisses out from between his teeth, the sweep of his eyes following Eijun’s hands, a desperate plea for Eijun to bend down just to touch.

Eijun hovers above Kazuya, refusing just that, not saying a word. His shallow breaths match Kazuya’s own, drinking his husband in. Kazuya does not reach out. It is the hardest thing he’s ever done, he swears, but he just clutches the armrests harder until his knuckles are white.

“Hey, Kazuya,” he finally says, low and gravelly. On any other night, Kazuya would shove Eijun down to his knees and feed him his cock the minute he heard that tone, balanced on the edge of breaking. He would ruin Eijun’s throat, fucking it until his voice was gone and every spoken word after served as a reminder of Eijun sucking so prettily on Kazuya’s cock.

But that’s for later. Kazuya’s being good for his husband right now.

Well, sort of.

Eijun trails a single finger down and around Kazuya’s brow, pulling down past his neck and chest, flicking his nipple on the way to his stomach. “Kazuya, if you like me watching you play baseball on TV, what do you think you’d do if I recorded you like this for me?” he says, golden eyes meeting Kazuya’s squarely. He turns off the vibrator, and the feeling of silence hollows Kazuya into a creature of pure need.

Oh, fuck.

Eijun’s pupils are blown, a maniacal grin settling onto his face at Kazuya’s frozen form. Eijun pokes Kazuya’s side and he takes a sharp breath in, having momentarily forgotten how. “I’ll sit you in front of the TV and let it play, so you can see how desperate you get for me. You can see the way your face goes soft just for me, so pliant when I touch you. You don’t believe you can be like this, can you? Always have a retort for everything, such a needling terror. But you’re so good to me, Kazuya. You open up just for me.”

And finally, finally Eijun perches a knee again on the seat between his legs, sinking his fingers into the base of Kazuya’s abs, a single brush against his cock lightning through his bones. He kneads the soft skin there, covered in wiry hair, not bothering to avoid the random touches against his cock as precome dribbles from the tip.

“I think I’d like to see you like this, too, on the screen,” he says, excitement bubbling free. “I love watching you no matter what, but I could break you down in a completely new way like this. The calls you make with your whimpers. Your form, head thrown back and gagging for me. God, and your thighs, spread out for me and not just teasing from behind the plate.” His hand moves lower, scraping a line down the inside of Kazuya’s thigh as he speaks.

“Think you'd wanna review that tape with me sometime?” He clicks a button on the remote Kazuya had forgotten about. Kazuya keels forward.

His head hits Eijun’s chest. His hands are wrapped in his tank top with a grip he can’t release. He can’t tell what the pattern or the pulse is, but whatever it is is good. There’s a clatter to the ground as Eijun drops the remote to steady his husband and maneuver him out of the chair.

Eijun reverses their places, Kazuya sitting on his lap in the chair, legs folded around Eijun’s thighs, eyes squeezing tight as he presses as much of his body into Eijun as he can. He basks in the soft cotton of his husband’s sweatpants, the ribbed lines of his tank scratching against his wired skin.

“Do you want the video to show our whole bodies in frame so you can see how you jerk with pleasure while I’m huddled between your legs and desperate to make you come?” Eijun skims a hand back to the vibrator and presses against it, then pries it out slowly, but not completely. The slide of it is agonizing. Eijun brushes it in circles, each pass knocking him higher and higher. Eijun wraps his other arm around Kazuya’s back, a firm hold keeping them close, their damp skin sliding against each other.

“Or maybe you want a closer shot, to remember the details. How slick your skin gets from the sweat and the spit. See my swollen mouth running up and down your bruising thighs, leaving my marks across your body. My fingers sinking into you, my cock splitting you wide.”

Eijun picks them both up just enough to draw down his sweats and free his dick. He slathers on a lube from the pump they keep duct taped to the back of the chair, and wraps a hand around them both. Even slicked up, his calluses scrape a fever deeper into Kazuya. “Or maybe it’s the recording more than the watching that’ll get you. You wanna put on a show for me?”

Distantly, Kazuya can hear himself keen into Eijun’s neck and spill over them, covering Eijun’s hand.

“Keep going, keep going,” Kazuya chants when Eijun falters, about to take back his hand. His voice is so weak, but it’s right in Eijun’s ear. His husband shudders—Kazuya has taken advantage of how sensitive those ears are more than a time or two—and double downs on his dirty talk and his twisting wrist.

“It would wind me up seeing you on tape when you're gone for your away games and I’m not. I could cry just thinking about how frustrated I’d feel watching you stroke yourself on camera for me where I can’t help.” Kazuya is shaking from overstimulation, world narrowed down to his dick and Eijun’s voice and hand wrapping around him. “Sinking down on a dildo when I’m not around to satisfy you, don’t even have you on the phone to help you through it. Jealous of myself holding you, a different me running my hands all over you and driving my cock into you—”

Eijun squeezes hard, coming with a groan. He lets go and grabs at Kazuya’s waist as they pant into each other. Kazuya’s fingers claw into Eijun’s shoulder and he urgently begs, “Eijun, Eijun.”

“Shit,” Eijun mutters, scrambling to pull out the vibrator, still buzzing a madness into Kazuya. Eijun’s hand is coated with come, lube and sweat still smeared thick across Kazuya’s ass. His fingers keep slipping against the vibrator, driving it back in until Kazuya’s whole body feels like static and his limbs lose their strength. It’s all he can do to keep his mind working at all, honeyed thoughts oozing through a numb haze.

Kazuya blinks and they’re on the couch. He’s laying facedown into Eijun’s chest, half on him, half under the back cushion. The vibrator is out of him, and Kazuya toys with the idea of making Eijun get him some sort of plug instead to soothe the weird emptiness.

Eh. He’d rather Eijun hold him like this, right now.

The TV is still on.

“What a comeback for the Giants,” the two announcers say, lively in their recap, “knocking the Swallows off their perch there at the end. After spending most of that game firmly in the lead, not even the catching and hitting talents of Miyuki Kazuya kept the Swallows ahead of the flock—”

The screen blinks off, and suddenly the only sound in the room is their heavy breathing.

Eijun shoves one arm beneath Kazuya and wraps the other over him, leaning him forward into his chest, “That was a surprise.”

“We might need to revisit that character sheet you made. Make a new one,” Kazuya mumbled into Eijun’s shoulder.

“Gonna have to make a new one anyway. Kuramochi ripped it up, remember?”

Kazuya snorts, recalling the horrified face Kuramochi had made when he accidentally found Eijun’s notes and research on trying to figure out how to pretend to sexually ignore his husband. For the things Eijun tries just for Kazuya, he always makes a character in his head and on an honest to god sheet of paper to play out, though half of them get tossed out pretty quickly. Honestly, it’s a miracle Eijun gets asked to do as many commercial sponsorships as he does. He’s a riot trying to act, even if he’s just acting as himself.

“I’m not the only one completely failing to play their role, here, Kazuya.”

Kazuya snorts. Somewhere between the immediate stench of sex, and whatever it is about Eijun that signals home to his animal brain, he finally realizes the house smells good. Like something’s baking.

He sniffs the air twice, trying to place it.

Eijun looks on, bashful and arrogant at once. “I made dessert.”

“That’s what kept you occupied earlier. What kind?” he asks suspiciously.

“Lemon bars. Extra sour. No sugar on top,” he said, nose wrinkling in judgement.

Kazuya lets his head slap back down into Eijun with a smirk. “I don’t think those will smear as easily across my nipples as the dark chocolate pudding did.”

Eijun pinches his waist. “That is not why I made them. These are meant to go in our mouths.”

“Technically so was the pudding. And it did. Eventually.”

Eijun sputtered and ducked his head to press his own face into the crook of Kazuya’s neck. “It’s annoying how much I love you.”

Kazuya can feel the smile pressed into his skin. “I love you, too, Eijun.”