#baby boy needs to get sleeveless T-shirts

[happilyghostlyarie]

All of y'all that say hide the scissors when Hyun gets long hair look at what you've done now. Boy can't even cut the sleeves off his shirts all he can do is roll them up😔

[hanjisunglover]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 - 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

pairing: stray kids x fem!reader

genre: smut, pure smut

bang chan - soft

he would ask you first. he's really respectful with your boundaries and he would never do something that you find uncomfortable or even too much. so the thing came out with an open conversation, talking about kinks and stuff.

so you fall asleep with just his t-shirt, just to tease him a little with all of this thing, and he just get so flustered when he came back home from a really long recording section with the kids, in other occasion he would just lay next to you, sleeping and holding you in your arms. but not tonight.

he just get naked (because we knows that he normally sleep naked) and he move right behind you, he's so gentle moving the t-shirt up enough for his hands to grab your boobs gently, he start to rub his hard cock against your ass, pulling you close until your back is against his chest, "oh baby you are so soft," he murmurs with his face buries against your neck, you still sleeping without making a move. and he's loving it.

with one hand still on your boob, stroking it and squeezing it lightly until your nipples get sensitive he's other hand slide between your thighs, gently start to touch you, "mhmm you're so wet already, so beautiful." basically he would love touching you, he would start to do it more often that you could imagined.

other members under the cut!

lee minho - rough

oh boy I think he would be the one that likes it more. he def asked you, at first you would find it weird, but then you just accepted, wanting to see what he has in his mind. and he's used to use you as he wants when you guys fuck.

"so my kitten wants it?" he says chuckling as you put yourself in bed completely naked this time, you blush under his hungry gaze, you just move the sleeves and put yourself beside him, he's wearing a white sleeveless tank top, and a pair of boxers, he wasn't sure until you came to bed naked. "so impatient for me."

You basically fall asleep already wet for his teasing, he was keep saying things like, "such a good slut for asking me to touch you even when you sleep," "can't wait to have you".

you are light sleeper, everything can wake you up, and then when you wake at the middle of the night with your boyfriend between your thighs and his cock buries in your wet folds you can't hold back a loud moan. he bring his hand over your mouth, whining as you squeeze his cock with your walls, "please, the members just got back home, be good for me and take my cock without moaning slutty."

seo changbin - soft / rough

he would know that even before talking, one day he woke up seeing you touching yourself, whimpering and whining like a baby waiting for him to wake up and fuck you like a brat. but he loves you too much to refuse something.

so when you begged him to try it, he gives to you all of himself to satisfy you, I think he loves you that he would do anything that you wants. you want him to take your pussy and just thrust his dick inside it until he cum and fill you up completely? he would do it.

you want him to grab your ass and just open you wide as you sleep? he would, and he would love it. changbin in my opinion it's a big ass lover, just imagine him staring at you all day, and when you fall asleep too early he would just take off your panties, fucking your ass without regrets.

hwang Hyunjin - soft

i see hyunjin like a big 'make love' than 'fuck hard', that's the vision that I have for him. so he would be a little surprised when you started to talk about kinks, not in a bad way, he just doesn't know a lot about it. so you needed to explain that to him.

when you asked him to try, you where trying to make sure that he wasn't uncomfortable and the first time that he tried he just played with your boobs until he fell asleep with your tits in his hands.

you found it really cute tho, he tried :( he just needed a little help! so you started with him, you stayed up during the night, and you did to him the blowjob-dream. he woke up all sweaty and in ecstasy, looking over the edge for how much pleasure he felt.

from that, he start to fuck your thighs when you sleep, he's still to confused about the whole thing, but the feeling of your thighs around his cock and his hands on your waist to hold you still as you sleep, turn him on more than everything else.

Han Jisung - soft / rough

oh my man, my man would be so messy with that. he thought about it A LOT of times, like a lot. he would probably jerk off thinking about doing all of his favourite things to you as you sleep, be he's too shy to ask.

then one day when you tell him that you talked with you friends about this experience that they had he would be JUMPING AROUND of happiness, you just accept him do it.

then when you fall asleep in his arms, he doesn't loose time, he just move the sleeves from your body and open your legs, your thighs on his shoulders and your panties in front of him. as we talked before he's not gonna spend time to take your clothes off so he just move your panties aside to relieve your already soaked pussy. oh man he would be so happy, he's a pussy drunk.

I can see him in two here, deciding if he should just eat you out like an animal until you wake up from the too much pleasure of just tease you with his expert tongue, licking up and down your pussy lips, sucking lightly your clit until you get all messy wet. "don't wake up too early please, I love you so much pretty." he would basically have the time of his life.

lee felix - soft

I can't actually see Felix doing it but I'm gonna try to explain what I see with this. lix as hyunjin likes to make love, I cannot see him doing dirty things more than maybe some dirty talks.

he basically be a giant baby, in front of your naked body, with his eyes all over you, he feel a little bit ashamed for what he wants to do with you. he start to touch your thighs.

he start to massage them, slowly spread your legs and start to pass his small but really expert fingers on your folds, as he start to fingering you, you wake up.

his expression is everything, his hard cock against his stomach, his fingers inside you and his cheeks really red for get caught would make him really - really horny.

kim seungmin - rough

this man it's a fake innocent, listen to me with that. he would love you and respect you as much as he loves to destroy you until he's satisfy, or even more. even if he's bored he would.

but then, he just want to give a shot with that, he would be the one who ask, because we know how much this man can be pervert. he would die just to see you sleepy and fucked.

he wants you naked, as for minho, he wants to have you and have you there and now, he need to touch all of you. not just a single part, when he fucks you from behind as you sleep he wants to have all for him.

"such a good girl, take me so good, you're so wet right now," he whispers in your ear as you peacefully sleep, just thrusting his thick cock in your cunt, your body totally against his. he probably start to do it every week.

yang jeongin - soft / rough

I can't see Jeongin either doing it, he's not that into kinks stuff to be honest. but when he see your body with his tshirt on you and nothing else, oh boy have mercy.

he grab your waist as he lean beside you, looking at you as you fall asleep, looking so cute with your mouth lightly open, he can't wait to open you up.

he would slide and fingering you with two fingers in your folds, your clit already asking for attention that jeongin satisfy, you start to moan in your sleep. "so cute, fuck you're so tight already."

note: hey guys! I hope you liked it!! @itgirlalisaa just for you love 😋😋

[fallout-mars]

wip wednesday!

thank you @kiwichaeng for the tag :') for you, an extract from the first chapter of wits2

Carlos is quiet for a moment. TK can see him in the mirror standing in the middle of his room and staring into his closet. He lets out a breath, then pulls out a black sleeveless t-shirt with a handful of lines of text written on. “What do you think?” TK turns around so he can read the t-shirt. His eyes scan across the familiar quote, “Why be racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic when you could just be quiet?” and he breaks out in the biggest smile. “Oh, baby…” It’s so… Carlos. It’s plain and simple, just a black t-shirt with a white quote, but it’s so him it makes TK’s heart burst. He’s so goddamn proud, so happy he gets to call this amazing person his boyfriend—the love of his life, he thinks—and he can hardly put into words how much he adores both the t-shirt and the boy who will be wearing it. “Baby, it’s perfect,” he says, and he crosses the room in just a few steps. Comb tossed aside, he immediately takes Carlos’ face into his hands and pulls him into a kiss, humming against his lips in that happy way he hopes Carlos understands. “You’re perfect,” he adds when they part, and Carlos smiles.

i really need more writing friends on here so open tag!

[thattoxicshipper]

I must write

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The Justice League was incredibly frustrated. For some reason, Fenton’s Robot was acting very different, and no one could hack it.

“Got it!” Oracle shouted, before every screen in the Watchtower cut to a bright gold.

“Wow, did it really take you that long?”

That-

That wasn’t Fenton.

“Who are you.” Batman growled out.

“Chillax man,” the person on the other end told them, sounding a bit annoyed. “Yo, D, the League finally connected!”

“Hey guys!” Fenton shouted, his voice muted slightly, like he was farther away. There were loud footsteps and then Fenton was closer. “Yo, T, can you pull up a camera connection?”

“Who do you think I am?” The unknown scoffed.

“My best friend who hacked the government on his outdated PDA!” Fenton chirped back. One of the screens showed a video projection just in time for the League to see Fenton get cuffed over the back of his head.

“How dare you call my baby old!” He shrieked in offense. Because they could see that the previously unknown hacker was masculine. He had a darker skin tone, closer to Signal’s. He was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt that looked to be made of the same material as Fenton’s hazmat suit. His hair was pulled into short dreadlocks and he had a strange scepter slung across his back. He also had a cape, which attached to the opposite shoulder from the scepter and seemed to connect to a gauntlet one of his fore arms.

His blue eyes were lined with kohl behind his glasses and he wore a circlet that twined together at the front into two snake heads.

When his eyes turned back to the screen he’d hacked, his eyes sharpened and his lips spread into a meaner smirk, a contrast to the easy and light way he interacted with Fenton.

“Please, refer to me as Pharaoh.” The young man, who really couldn’t be much older than Fenton, spoke confidently. “I coded the very simple connection barrier that took you so long to get through.”

“Simple?!” Cyborg exclaimed in disbelief. Pharaoh nodded, his smirk becoming noticeably more smug.

“His code is somehow written in hieroglyphics!” Oracle shouted. Pharaoh’s grin widened and Fenton burst into wild, uncontained cackling.”

“Simple, trace amounts of magic woven into the system.” Pharaoh smirked. “Just enough to change the displayed words, but not enough to make function like something less electronic. I’m afraid that, even if you manage to get it into the English setting, you won’t be hacking through it. I am the best!”

The cocky grin on the teenager’s face, and confident words he hissed at them were not something the JL was used to. Especially not when dealing with Fenton. The aforementioned black haired teen pulled his goggles off and raised an eyebrow at his accomplice.

“When was the last time you saw S- no, N. When was the last time you saw N.” The paler boy asked. Batman took notice of the slip in names.

“It’s been three days!” The hacker clapped cheerfully. “Three days, my ego and power unchecked, so I’m basically God!”

“I’ll make sure to drop us by her place soon enough.” Fenton replied, pulling his goggles back on and shrugging. “Might be fun, we can have a sleepover.”

“Ooh, yeah! We haven’t had one of those in a while!” Pharaoh grinned, before turning back to his screen. “Anyway, we really just wanted to introduce me to you, let you know that the rest of the team is probably gonna make an appearance at some point!”

Wait-

“Team?” Flash and Arrow asked at once, horrified expressions on their faces.

“Yep!” Pharaoh wiggled his fingers in a wave.“See ya, heroes!”

With a final giggle, all the screens on the Watchtower returned to normal.

And while the JL was distracted, Fenton and his robot had destroyed an old warehouse that was a front for some very illegal activity, and disappeared in a flash of golden light, leaving behind only sand and the wreckage of their chaos.

“I need to mentor and sibling adopt this kid.” Oracle calmly states over comms. Batman sighs, and makes his way towards the zeta beams.

He’s got another set of adoption papers to go get.

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.

[angeloroki]

tiktok towel prank with shoto;bakugo;izuku & denki

— character ; aged up!shoto x gn!reader ; aged up!bakugo x gn!reader ; aged up!izuku x gn!reader ; aged up!denki  x gn!reader 

— request ; Could you do Shoto, Katsuki, Izuku and Denki (or any other character you have inspiration for!) react to the towel prank? Where the reader pretends to undo their towel so they would be naked in front of the camera but actually they are wearing clothes. Just thought their reactions would be amazing!

— warnings ; nudity mentionned 

— a/n ; here you go sweetheart, thank you again for your request ♥

SHOTO TODOROKI 

« i need to prank shoto with this », you whisper to yourself half hilarious 

a video had just pop up on your foryou page where a girl was pranking her boyfriend by pretending to show herself naked in front of the camera,

you just wanted to see your boyfriend's reaction

you were mentally planning to do it tonight when you’d be together in the bathroom

finally it was time !

you were getting out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when it was shoto's turn to enter.

except you already had clothes on, shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. something he didn't know.

he was quick, as you were now both standing in front of the mirror applying your after shower products

you put your phone down in front of you, then started the countdown

he glanced at you, amused and busy brushing his teeth

you started dancing on a doja cat music

he watched you through the mirror, enjoying your little improvised show

when you started to take off your towel

you saw his eyes widen

and just as you took off your towel, shoto threw himself on you to take you in his arms and hide you from the camera that was still rolling

« what the hell baby !? »

you burst out laughing before shifting from his grip

he looked at you with red cheeks, and the toothbrush still in his mouth

then he noticed your clothes

you continue to laugh before taking your phone

« it's a prank baby! oh my god, i can't wait to see it on video. » you say between laughs.

he grunted before putting his face back in the mirror

« you know very well that this body of god/goddess is only for your beautiful eyes » you say a malicious smile on your face.

« you're unbelievable y/n. » he said, finally smiling.

« that’s why you love me, baby », you winked.

« mmh, i’m not sure anymore... » he smirked.

« HUH ? »

you took his face in your hands to cover it with kisses

which provoked a radiant laugh from your boyfriend

you always loved his laugh

obviously his reaction made the video go viral, with just under 200k likes and 50k comments

“ IT’S THE CAT REFLEXES FOR ME LMAO “

“ SHEESH HE WAS QUICK “

KATSUKI BAKUGO

you were in the kitchen, your phone in hand, scrolling through your foryoupage

wrapped in a big towel that covered the clothes you were wearing under, you were waiting for katsuki to come back from his patrol so you could give him the prank you've been waiting to do since this morning

you had seen a video of a prank when you were at work, which made you want to do it too

« oi I'm home! »

« hi baby ! » you say from the kitchen.

he comes to join quickly before putting a kiss on your forehead, he took something to eat and sat in front of the kitchen island

you got up when your coffee was finally ready

well, you could start

you put your phone down so that your boyfriend could see the camera and then you started the countdown

then you started your show and started to dance on nicki minaj music

you saw through your screen, katsuki watching you enjoying your dance show

then your hands came to rest on the knot that held the towel around you

you were making your future move obvious

katsuki let out a hoot of surprise and stood up abruptly which spilled the food he was eating on the floor

then you felt big arms moving you so that you were no longer in front of the camera

« OI Y/N ! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA »

he wasn't angry but his cheeks were all red which triggered a huge laugh from your side

then he quickly understood that it was a prank

he let go of you slowly, before growling

« did you really jump through the table for this? » you say with a howl of laughter. 

he returned to his place after picking up everything, looking grumpy.

« yes and i would do it again without hesitation. »

you blew him a kiss before saying "aww".

« this app will drive you crazy. with me by the way. »

the tiktok blow up in a few hours with almost a quarter of a million views, and thousands of comments.

“YOU WERE HERE AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED” 

" the mess he made to come and cover you lmaoo"

IZUKU MIDORIYA 

your boyfriend was sitting comfortably in the chair, typing up some important files for work.

he had been totally engrossed in his work for some time now.

he needed a distraction

so the prank you had on tiktok could only do good

while he was silently typing on his laptop

you stood in front of him, in a towel, and secretly dressed underneath, putting your phone on the shelf

without waiting you started to dance on some rihanna music

your hands went dangerously up to the knot that held the whole towel over you

deku was giving you little amused looks, totally in love with you, he had almost given up his work

then your hands landed on the towel that you tore off with a sharp blow

a horrified expression was painted on his beautiful face

« y/n the camera is still on, your followers are gonna see you naked ! »

he took you in his arms, and in an awkward way dragged you with him on the sofa, him above you

you could see that his eyebrows were frowned

« i'm not letting you go until the camera is still on ! »

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at him

his face was a mess like no other,

red cheeks, wide eyes, and especially his lips that were rolled up

her expression meant confusion and shame in itself

you finally burst out laughing and then you got out of the way so you could show him the clothes you were hiding under the towel

he blew softly and let out an embarrassed laugh.

« baby calm down it's a prank ! »

you had to hold on to his arm to not fall on the floor hilarious

he gave you a flick on the face, a smile on his lips.

« you are not the best comedian for nothing. » he said ironically.

you kiss him on the cheek. 

« i know right !»

the tiktok went viral on twitter and tiktok leaving you with countless notifications

“ HE LOOKED GENUINELY SCARED POOR BOY “

“ THE LOOK OF TERROR LMAO “

DENKI KAMINARI

you and your boyfriend denki were lying quietly on your bed,

he was reading while you were hanging out on tiktok

it was the perfect moment to make this prank that was viral on tiktok

you were ready, dressed under your towel you put your phone on the furniture in front of you

making sure your boyfriend could see the screen

he followed you with his eyes, a mischievous look on his face

« oh, a surprise dance for me i see. »

you giggle before starting the countdown

you knew in advance that his reaction was going to be way too funny

you started to dance on a music of megan thee stallion

denki was used to do the dances you did to post on tiktok

and he loved watching you have fun

you finally put your hands on your towel that you took off with a sudden move

you saw denki's shocked reaction on your screen

« y/n ??? »

and suddenly you saw your phone burn out

« HUH ? » you reacted with a gasp

denki had just thrown electricity with his quirk to turn off your phone

you turned around half pissed off and half laughing

then he understood two things :

that it was a prank

and that he had burned your phone

"oh sorry, i was just supposed to turn it off  »

you finally burst out laughing

« you're really unbelievable.»

he comes to take you in his arms

« and what about you? with all your pranks you make me lose my mind ! »

he smiles gently at you, but it’s before you gave him a peck on the cheek

« for the moment it's you who owes me a new phone babe. »

he sighed loudly

« oh hell nah, you're the only responsible for this incident. i’m not going to pay for anything ! »

« in your dreams »

with a little luck your phone wasn't completely dead, and you were able to post the video.

which went viral with 1 million likes 

"THE BEST ONE BY FAR LMAOOO”

“ ELECTRIC BOYFRIEND ”

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read this month. Check them out and leave a little love for the authors ♥

Party Lines | nonsensedarling | phone sex - dirty talk - 25k Louis works for a phone-sex operating company, collecting credit card information and transferring calls to different operators. On a particularly busy night, everyone is booked up, and one caller has been patiently waiting for more than a few minutes. In a split second decision –one he’s probably going to regret– Louis picks up the call himself. * Or Louis accidentally becomes a phone sex operator.

Milk Kinship | jaerie | a/b/o - breastfeeding - male lactation - lactation kink - strangers to lovers - 21k Harry had aspired to become a wet nurse since first learning about the honored and respected tradition when he was a teenager. The first documentary he’d seen had been detailed and brutally honest and Harry had still fallen in love with the idea. It’s origins were rooted in highly regarded positions of the royal staff and were credited in playing a role in the lives of some of the most famous children in history. There were medically trained wet nurses and other milk services for mothers unable to feed their babies, but true wet nurse nannies could only be afforded by the rich and famous. The glamorous life appealed to Harry even if his understanding of his role changed to a more realistic view over time. As a starry eyed kid, that was where he wanted to be. Or Harry is a wet nurse and isn't allowed to have an alpha. He may or may not break his vows.

In the Heat Where You Lay | Marchessa | a/b/o - established relationship - nesting - minor injuries - domestic fluff - 5k Louis has a hard time figuring out why his mate, Harry, acts strangely. What shady things the omega does behind his back? Why does he lie in his face when he is asking him about it? Or the one where Louis tries to balance work life and his marriage while he also has to protect Harry from himself since the omega is danger walking on two marvellously long legs at the best of times.

Everything I Didn't Say | denisemuriel | famous/not famous - mpreg - angst - miscommunication - One Night Stands - 25k "I'm going on tour soon and won't be here for most of the year and I think that's just not fair to you." Harry swallowed and brushed a loose curl out of his face. "That's why this won't happen again." Louis had to suppress a sob because he didn't want to cry in front of Harry. "Okay, I understand. It's probably better this way." Harry got up from his seat and walked over to Louis, who also got up. Slowly Harry raised his hand, giving Louis a chance to move away from him, but he allowed Harry to cup his face in his hand and press his forehead against his own. "I know you feel the same connection I do." Harry murmured softly against Louis' lips. "And I wish things were different. I know that if I stayed, I would fall in love with you." He admitted. ✩ Or the one where they meet at the wrong time and when Louis finds out he's pregnant the story gets sold out.

Searching For Lost Time | DuchessKitty16 | ballet - Hip Hop - pining - 16k Harry is a ballet dancer with special talents and a determination to make his dreams come true. Louis is a hip hop b-boy from Manchester who’s been given a chance to attend the prestigious Royal Academy of Dance in London. Louis feels like he has something to prove and show the rest of the dance world that hip hop is just as important an art form as anything other dance discipline. Harry and Louis clash at first and then learn that collaborating makes them stronger. Based on this prompt that I was given: Louis and Harry study at a dance academy. Harry studies ballet and Louis studies hip-hop. They both stay behind after classes to practice and they leave the doors of the rooms open. With their classes across each other, their music is loud and it annoys the other. After a few weeks, Harry and Louis discover that maybe ballet and hip-hop don't sound too bad together. AKA; the one where two types of dancing fit unexpectedly well together, much like Harry and Louis themselves.

Only You (Blue Always Stays True) | BeautifulWisdom | a/b/o - regency - Girl Direction - mutual pining - friends to lovers - 11k Regency AU. Lady Harriet falls for her sister's best friend the elusive Alpha Lady Louise who couldn't possibly return her tender feelings. Or could she?

you and all of heaven's other wonders | devilinmybrain (venomedveins) | Guardian Angel - supernatural elements - 25k "Louis Tomlinson." He starts, the deep voice dipping just a little in the seriousness of his tone. "As a child of the Most Holy, Heaven has seen your struggle on this earth and heard your cry. My name is - " At this point, he does something complicated with his throat, a sound much like a screeching bird and bells combined together before he continues. "and I have been sent here to be your guiding light. Fear not for the Lord is with you." "What?" Louis' accent comes out thicker in his disbelief, dropping consonants as he blinks up at the man. "I'm your-" The man shifts his weight, hesitantly bringing his hands together in front of him. It's an endearingly nervous habit. "I'm your guardian angel."

Lightning Strikes The Heart | Bekita and fournipplesau | a/b/o - Bridgerton AU - enemies to friends to lovers - fake/pretend relationship . regency - angst - fluff - smut - mpreg - 130k Shrewsbury, 1814 Dearest reader, I present to you your new bulletin of news regarding Shrewsbury citizen's activities. My name is Lady Merriweather and I will be in charge of the updates. I will make sure you are to know all the important details of what is to happen this season. You must know that you do not know who I am and you never shall. But be forewarned; I certainly do know you. I advise you to be on your best behaviour, lest you want the whole town to be privy of your business. As expected every year, the Lockhart House hosts the season’s opening ball, and its invitation is the motive of the hustle in town, and every family hopes for the invitation. This year is no different, but this year everyone's attention is focused on the new Duke of Montgomery, His Grace Harry Edward Styles, and whether he will attend it. All the omegas will be in their best manner, behaviour and clothes as it is expected. And here, dear reader is where we will find out which young omega might succeed at securing a match, hoping to not become a spinster. Place your bets.

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes | softfonds | a/b/o - historical - strangers to lovers - fake/pretend relationship - hurt/comfort - mpreg - 59k What happens when a Duke who will only marry for love and a courtesan who only sells it create a public ruse? Well, nothing boring for sure. An Edwardian AU.

Maybe You'll Like the Way I Am | lululawrence | a/b/o - fake/pretend relationship - panic attacks - anxiety - PTSD - heart disease - hurt/comfort - friends to lovers - no smut - angst - 56k Harry stood on his doorstep, waving a little as he shuffled his feet. “Hi, I brought you some cookies.” Louis finally realized Harry was holding a plate with at least a dozen chocolate chip cookies. “How’d you know chocolate chip was my favorite?” Harry scrunched his nose. “I, uh, they’re actually peanut butter chocolate chunk, so I really hope you don’t have a peanut allergy. There’s a lot of peanut butter and chocolate in these. But also, I just hoped that was something you liked because I actually have a favor to ask?” When Louis' alpha neighbor asks him to pretend to be his omega for a week, Louis immediately says no. He has too much he's dealing with on his own, and he swore to himself he'd never get that close to an alpha again. Unable to hold to that resolve once guilt sets in, Louis finds that maybe fumbling his way through a fake relationship for a week was exactly what he needed to finally be able to move on.

Hint: I want to be yours | bluegreenish | a/b/o - friends with benefits to lovers - pining - 11k Thinking back to Harry’s rut, Louis shivers, needing to put effort into keeping other bodily reactions at bay. “Are you cold?” While Niall’s been commenting through the entire film, Harry had stayed mostly quiet, so it’s a surprise when he speaks up, eyes zeroed in on the omega. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit chilly, innit?” Niall shrugs, dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and seemingly unbothered by the room temperature. Harry doesn’t ask for an explanation though. “You can have my hoodie, wait, here.” Before Louis can counter, Harry’s pulling the light grey piece of clothing over his head and handing it to the omega. or, the one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't en

Always a Bridesmaid | kingsofeverything | age difference - weddings - sneaking around - secret relationship - fluff - 30k While Harry’s friends are all getting engaged or married, he’s nowhere near walking down the aisle to his own happily ever after. The night before his best friend’s wedding, Harry falls into bed with a silver haired stranger who makes him wonder what his own forever might look like.

[strawbabysimp]

The Maid's Dress || Sub!Levi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Categories: Sub!Levi x Fem!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Praise, Mommy Kink, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Pet Names

A/N: I'm not the best at intros so I had to cut it short but I hope you enjoy what followed💕

You sat down on the chair in Levi's room, playing with the small pens and paper that were found on his desk. Your boyfriend had just finished up training all while you had been waiting for him impatiently, foot tapping down against the cold floor as you read through one of your books. You heard the water fill the tub and a small splash as he submerged himself in the warmth. Now was your chance.

Trying your best not to alert the small captain to your plans you crept quietly to the door, opening it with caution so as to avoid the creaking. Along the way you grabbed the main item needed for your plans, folded nice and tidy. He better compliment you later for your skills.

The door opened cautiously, steam fogged the mirror and you were thankful he had pulled the thin curtain closed around his bathing area. Picking up your boyfriend's previous change of clothes -- a plain t-shirt with boxers -- you swapped it out with the much softer and much more risque option.

Now you wait.

A few minutes passed before you heard heard the tell-tale signs of Levi removing himself from the soapy water. Most likely too busy drying himself off to notice the garments just yet. When he did eventually notice his voice called out questioningly, "Y/N! Did you move my clothes?"

"Hmm... No, those are the right ones. I thought the others looked a bit uncomfortable." You would have laughed if you weren't already anticipating how the clothes would look on on his small frame. Smelling all nice and fresh. Thighs framed beautifully by the black fabric. You couldn't wait to wreck him.

The door made a light squeaking noise as it fell open disrupting your train of thought. "Y/N... what's all this?" The darkness of the bathroom didn't allowing for you to fully take in his appearance but the mere outline left you craving more.

You gestured for him to step forward, which he did hesitantly. It had quickly become clear that this wasn't simply a small prank but rather you planned to do some further activities with him all dolled-up like this. "What's this," he said in a cautious voice, no longer sounding as confident in his actions as before. His tone held a note of shyness that it only got when you two were together.

You allowed your gaze to travel down his body slowly, the newly introduced light adding to the sight tenfold. The way the white trimming spanned out, covering only the very top portion of his muscle-lined thighs, and the way his legs moved against each other had no right to be as erotic as it was. Your mouth watered shamefully, but you had to wait.

It was sleeveless and for that you were grateful. You loved seeing his arms flex and squirm freely while you fucked him. He looked adorable with his collarbones peeking out through the top, the size looking just the smallest bit off in a way that made him look gorgeously lewd before you had even acted on your full intentions.

"Do a little twirl for me Levi." He was taken aback by your words, clearly still trying to process the situation, his head titled cutely in contemplation. Your smile remained sweet and inviting, "I just want to see how pretty you look baby."

He spun around for you as, the hem of the dress spinning softly in the air and his face growing noticeably redder by the time he was done. "You're such a good boy for me Levi," you praised lovingly, "I think you deserve a treat." He stepped closer to you before you raised your hand to stop him, pointing to the table on the other side of the room. "I didn't say I was going to be the one giving it to you, did I?" He shook his head. "Now go bend over."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

He turned around to look you in the eyes, hoping that the sincerity in his would grant him some sympathy, as he spoke up again. His next words made it clear that he was beginning to fall into that pleasurable headspace of his. "Yes Mommy."

~~~

"Y/N p-please," he begged as his finger continued its slow pace, dragging along his walls, just barely grazing the sweet, sensitive ball of nerves inside himself. "It's not enough!" Despite his cries he never stopped working himself open for you, trying so hard to be a good boy all while moaning shamefully a few feets away from his lover. His other hand struggled to keep the fabric up so you could watch his little display but whenever it fell slightly he made sure to hastily drag it back up over his waist. You could practically feel the burn in your own hand as you stared down at his little fingers trying their hardest to bring the boy to his climax.

"Slower," you instructed. You couldn't let him come so soon, it would ruin all the fun. His gaze met yours over his shoulder as he whined, pushing back on the two fingers slower and more precise. It was obvious how hard he was trying not to slam himself back on the digits and the knowledge of his struggles only brought you more pleasure. His soft whines growing louder and more drawn out the longer he had to maintain the teasing pace combined with the lewd sounds of his ass taking in the digits had you uncrossing and re-crossing your legs to stem off your own arousal. The sight was simply too good to just watch at this point.

You got up from your place on the chair, walking over to stand behind his vulnerable form. He still hadn't realized you were approaching, far too caught up in his own pleasure to hear your footsteps. "Would you like some help with that," you smirked at your boyfriend. He startled slightly, looking up to meet your gaze with his fingers still buried knuckles deep in his hole.

"Y-yes."

"Yes? How impolite Levi." Your voice took on a mock ridiculing tone as you watched his fingers continue to swirl around in search of some much needed release. His voice was small as he whined out, "Y-yes, p-please." You nodded along to his words as you slowly glided your hand up the plump thighs in front of you, his legs perfectly on display as he remained leaning over the table.

"Well I suppose you deserve a nice treat after all I've put you through." Those were the final words you uttered before you shoved two of your fingers in alongside his own, curling over his hand as yours were able to reach deeper into him than he was capable of on his own. He arched into your touch, shoving himself back on them thoughtlessly. Feeling so full with all four of the fingers inside of him, the slight burn only served to add to his arousal.

Levi began to pant feverishly, trying to meet your eyes from the uncomfortable angle as his walls began to tighten, threatening to hold the digits in place and you knew what was about to happen. Without further prodding you quickly pulled the two of yours intertwined fingers out, the lube dripping out obscenely as his body racked in deprived sobs.

You shushed him quietly as you peppered kisses on his lower back, "You can come soon, just turn around for Mommy okay?" His shakey nods paired with the tears running down his cheeks would have made you feel guilty if you didn't already know you both were enjoying the scene. As he shifted around you pat the table lightly signaling for him to sit on it, caging his body in in a confident display of dominance. "Up you go."

Your hands made their way to his hips, knees surrounding the sides of your head as you bent down to mouth at the ridges of muscle found there. Lightly biting and licking the purple bruises you created as your lips travelled further and further up his legs more sweet noises fell from his mouth. In spite of the pleasure he managed to hold himself up with shaky arms, head thrown to the side out of reflex.

You stared down at his arousal, leaking down onto his stomach from how painfully it ached. "Do you want me to touch you, baby?" Your voice was kind and caring, it was so easy to forget all of the cruel denial you had put him through. "Yes. Yes please. It hurts Mommy," Levi begged, lips trembling from trying to keep in his overwhelmed cries. He always fell apart so prettily.

Without further restraint you gave in and began to kiss a line straight to the tip of his cock, letting your breath fan over the collected precum and sensitive nerves found there. Fuck. He was stunning. Fighting with himself to keep his body upright all while staring down at you with such soft and begging eyes, leaving his pleasure graciously in your hands. It was truly a sight to behold.

As your mouth took in his cock head he found his strength momentarily weakening, arms that has once held him up giving out from the sensations that engulfed his tip once you began to swirl your tongue around the sensitive area.

All of this was marvelous, don't get him wrong, but he was still craving something more. The display from earlier had left a feeling of emptiness inside him and he wanted so bad to be stuffed again, his hips shifting on the table, hoping that somehow the dull friction would fire up that part of him once more. You caught on to his gestures with ease, glad that the lube still dripped out of him in a small, barely noticeable dribble. His rim puckered up slightly from all the welcomed abuse.

As you trailed your finger light along the muscle he pushed back against the tip, begging you wordlessly to grant him more of your touch. He breathed out, tension leaving his body as you slowly slid two fingers into him, curving them slightly to hear more of his delectable sounds.

"Oh shit, Y/N, that feels so good." His tears could no longer be held back as his begging began, "Mommy can I come. I've been such a good boy. Please let me come, Mommy."

You detached yourself from his member, still holding the taste of him on your lips as you made your way back up to his mouth. You gave him a quick kiss before agreeing, making sure to leave a travel of his own flavor on his lips. "You can come now baby." He whined out at your words, head falling back as you sped up up your hand movements. Adding another finger to the mess of his insides left him twitching against his own abs and you waited a mere few seconds before his nose scrunched up cutely and be spilled hands-free from your ministrations.

"Oh Levi, now you're all dirty again." Your voice was teasing as you swiped your fingers across his stomach. "Clean yourself up," there was little room for disagreement as you brought the cum-civered digits up to his mouth. Levi only nodded, still trying to recover from his long withheld release you had been kind enough to grant him. He lapped languidly at your palm and outstretched fingers, his tongue dragging it's away across your skin as his breathing began to slow.

"Good boy."

[nottheleastbrave]

A fully out of control spiral about Luke Patterson and sleeves but particularly the Sadness Flannel

As requested by @pearlcaddy​

OKAY SO: Luke hates sleeves. We know this, it is canon. We also know that he wears that one flannel (hereafter referred to as Sadness Flannel) when he’s feeling particularly sad and emotional. I feel like the general connection between sleeves and Luke’s sadness level is pretty accepted in the fandom.  But today I had a full breakdown about what all this says about how he feels about Julie. 

The first time we see Luke wearing the Sadness Flannel is after the incident with the HGC where the boys miss the dance. CRUCIALLY this is also causes Julie to get legit mad at them, but particularly Luke (would also like to take this opportunity to point out that he’s wearing the long sleeved trench during the actual fight). (including a gif because it’s my favorite look) 

He puts it on in the aftermath of Julie essentially leaving them, and wears it for the hilariously ineffective attempt at an apology. He keeps wearing it until that conflict is officially resolved by the Finally Free performance. 

Now this is also when we see him visit his parents for the first time, so it’s tempting to name that as the reason for the Sadness Flannel, but I have my Jukebox goggles on so I disagree. 

The next time we see him wear it is for the scene where they find out about the jolts, which is also the scene where Luke literally only cares about the fact that they’re going to have to leave Julie. So that’s 2/2 on Luke feeling too sad about losing his relationship with Julie to wear cutoffs. 

And here’s the thing: in the flashbacks during Unsaid Emily, he’s not wearing it. When he’s writing the song, he’s wearing a sleeveless tank, and when they’re practicing it, he’s wearing a t-shirt. 

Personally I think that when he’s writing, he’s still partially riding the adrenaline of having run away. He’s sad, obviously, and he wants to fix things, but he’s also probably appreciating his newfound freedom. Then practicing the song, his situation has maybe sunk in a bit more, he’s a bit sadder, but he still has the support of his friends and can channel his feelings into performing so he only needs little baby sleeves to help himself feel better. 

But when Julie is mad at him? When he’s going to have to leave her? When he can’t hold her hand? FULL SADNESS FLANNEL. 

ANYWAY ALL THIS TO SAY: Luke Patterson was more upset by Julie Molina getting mad at him than by running away from home. LOSING JULIE MOLINA IS WORSE TO HIM THAN LOSING HIS PARENTS. Because he is in love with her. The end. 

[loudestcloud]

Time for Luffy's fashion exam! Now, I'll be honest, I did skip an outfit because I decided I will be ending this whole thing with the Strawhat fashion show in Episode of Luffy. Also, sorry for the posting gap, I remembered I have other unfinished post sets. That being said, this is a very long one so let's do this!

Kid Luffy, Post-Enies Lobby & Fish-Man Island: I think it's super cute when Luffy has white t shirts with red based logos because it reminds me of the first picture. Makes him look baby plus, they can always be found in cute domestic EPs or fun, cute flashbacks. The shorts change over time and that's also kinda cute, a range of cuffs is a nice change up. It's nice to see the red contrast the blue shorts and the white is a nice color on him cos it contrast his hair!

Romance Dawn, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Sabaody Archipelago, Amazon Lily, Marineford & last Dressrosa outfit: This look is the pre Luffy look. It's the pre Timeskip look everyone thinks of is cuffed shorts, Kimono sandels and sleeveless vest (and Strawhat, obviously) but have you ever seen them all in a line? It's mad. Each outfit is the same basic look bit more are more spicy each time! I like the Thriller Bark and Sabaody Archipelago looks a little bit more cos it's nice to see that jacket open and it feels like he was trying something new. I also feel that the buttons on the jacket look like the ones on Shanks' pegged ankle sailor pants when we first see him so that's cool. (it took me hours to find the name for his trousers, oh my fucking god) The last Dressrosa outfit feels like a nice callback to the rest of the line up here without being too much cos it's just a red vest top instead and I do find it funny it's like the Enies Lobby and it's used in Dressrosa because of the jokes people make about Robin and Law being so similar.

Timeskip: This is it lads, it's the one true icon itself, the post look! ☺️ When I sit back and look at it I see all the people this look is influenced by and want to cry at how masterful it really is. (Now, I do wanna say that I didn't come up with this nor am I the first to say it and I am definitely probably looking too much into this but) The yellow belt is taken from Shanks' red belt the first time we see him and the Shanks look Luffy is more familiar with. Now onto the jacket. I know it won't stand out as to why for most but it's Ace inspired! When Ace leave to become a pirate, the start of his adventure, he has his jacket open and Luffy having his jacket open also shows his scar from the ending of Ace's adventure. I also really appreciate how no one hides scars in this anime. Also, someone said that the style of the jacket and it's fancy frills could be in reference to Sabo's little jabot collar and honestly I do see it. it's quite subtle unlike Shanks' but not as hard to catch as Ace's so I enjoy thinking that it's there too. Lastly, he still has his cuffed shorts and kimono sandels because it's still Luffy's outfit at the end of the day and he is still who is is, just with a stronger appreciation of what people have done for him now. It's also his colour pallette for the pure fact he is the main character n needs his pallet. also sometimes he just has normal wooden sandels but the same outfit sometimes, it's a small detil a lot of people overlook but I prefer the sound of his Kimono sandels 😊

Dressrosa: I love this outfit cos it's stilly but also has very nice vibes. Looks ready for the beach but is really throwing hands and that's the best kind of outfit, it's a nice expectation subversion tbh. I also like how he tried to hide the Straw hat but not... All of it? And I love how the crew didn't actually question it either. It would have been super easy for one of them to just tell him to leave it behind or something but I do really love how respectful they always are of the hat. I myself have a hat that's super important to me and when I loose it I go mad.

Whole Cake Island: I love this arc for outfits! I swear if the actual content of it doesn't kill me, the act looks will 😭 it's all so magical and it knows it is! Like I said before, white is a good color on him as he has black hair but for the same reason, so is black! In this arcs outfit range, the Staw hat seems almost invisible and his outfit gets less and less 'Luffy' as the arc gose on showing this is not about him. He's not the focus of this arc and you can see that in a lot of the outfits thb. I also like the lack of blue and yellow, 2/3 of his colors as Sanji is often associated with those too as we've talked about before. Also, I like the little red strips on the white jacket with the gold buttons, idk why and I think it's nice that the last 2 outfits are so simple in general, it's a nice look for him. oh, what's that? A Pink jabot? Your killing me Lu, straight up killing me here lil' bro! Side note, is this the first time in canon Luffy has worn a suit jacket or is it the only time I've noticed? Cos DAMM!! Shits sick as fuck and I actually love that when wearing a suit jacket as such he always keep short on 😆

Spa Island, Z's Ambition & Strong World: WHOS READY FOR A RELAXING SUNNY DAAAYY!? (pun not intended but very much enjoyed) I actually adore the fact Luffy still tries to go swimming cos it was his favourite thing to do as a kid so like fuck Luffy is gonna give up on that. He's got his safety measures ready, what more do you want from him? I mean I personally want him not to swim with his hat on cos it's litrally Staw and that's not good for water but anyway Z's Ambition, am I right!? The top is so fucking cute and I just noticed those shorts are also ✨designer✨ fancy man!! Now, the pic of Zoro is the one I missed out before and it's also from Z's Ambition. I love that Luffy has the shark top but Zoro has the ocean shorts. I really love Zoro in this purple cos and thick white stripes really work with the ocean waves. It's really well put together and hes got dark brown sandels on to off set all the white but keep the purple from being a stand out color, it's cool! Than the last Luffy looks like he's at a fashion show. It looks like the shorts come from a kids set the shark top belongs to. Imagine those together, it'd be so cute. However, it isn't an ocean patten, those are clouds cos Nami has a bikini top with the same pattern in Skypiea and it's actually one of my favourites for her.

Boss Luffy Historical Special! This filler AU is so much fun, I think any it a lot. He has his hair up in that super cute and useless way that doesn't actually do much but I do have my hair like that a lot n it's just... nice? Idk, it's strange buy I like he did that. I really enjoy his Kimono more that the actual Wano one cos it's a lot more simple look. The Sai being tucked in in that way is also cool but kinda makes it look like it's stabbing him a bit 👁️👄👁️. I like the pin strips being like a faded purpleish cos if you just glance at it, it makes it look it fuzzy. The belt also looks very nice with the middle ligter bit. It really feels like the Wano one was inspired by this is a way cos of the color matches. Like, it's probably not but still.

3D2Y, Adventure of Nebulandia 😍 & Heart of Gold: Hat-less Luffy is both a sin and a blessing. Regardless, I LOVE OP BOYS IN HOODIES!! I had to show you this specific the 3D2Y because we don't see the hood and it's soooo cute cos it a paw 😍 but also 😬 cos it's like... Kuma's paw the thing that cause 3D2Y in the first place. But that's also why it's so cool at the same time and AHHHHHH 😄 Now! On to Nebulandia! I really like this movie but also in canon, how does he have that jumper? Who made it for him and can I have one? It's Usopp flag design so I guess it could be him but he doesn't seem the type. Point is I want one. Last of this set is some really cosy outfits!! "How much fur?" "Yes" am I right? Like the first one is sooooo cosy with all the fur! Plus, a funky new bamboo hat, always a good thing to have a new hat. I appreciate that you can see the zips on these too. Then the orange turtle neck one with little fluffy bits is just here cos it's so out of his usual looks, I had to at least mention it.

Strong world & Film Z: The shorts on the first one are really cute cos it's a light rosey pink with red fur and just a plain solid dark blue colour jacket works really well. Not to mention the fact he has a super cute orange and yellow flight helmet hat with goggles on under the Staw hat. The 2 bag straps also make an X which is a nice detail. The 2nd outfits in this movie are super fuckin cool ngl. It's so strange to see them all dress in black and have guns but I like the red shirt for him with the yellow highlighted parts. Makes the Straw hat actually work with the outfit instead of ignoring it. Film Z brings us the same flight helmet hat just brighter and without the goggles but also opens with this T-Shirt and Luffy being silly with it. I think that's the only reason to mention it, it's funny. Then the obligation pirate outfit, always stunning plus the meat belt.

Film: Gold & Stampede (also used in Cidre Guild): these are my top 3 Luffy outfits no matter what else I see. I love the straw cowboy hat sooooo much cos it's very Luffy. I like the balls they has as a team to choose white for all of them, considering they are all quite messy people, living for that dad shirt and I like the Golden chain around his neck but am always confused as to why it was never used against him. Like dude could and should have tried to choke him at least once, right? Anyway, the dress! Now, the dress isn't actually that good but it's my favourite because it shows how Luffy has no fucks about gendered things. On to of that, a big pink flower is wonderful and look at his confidences in it, he's so proud of it the boom, Nami told him he can't wear it! Lastly, the Stampede outfit!!! Just like the Nebulandia jumper, I have no idea who made it but it's irrelevant cos it's beautiful and I want it so badly. I like that it's white and red stripes, gives thenprefect vibes for Stampedes opening. The shirt is actually too big for him, you can see on his arms but it's actually super cute. I love the simple look of these shorts then the fact his yellow belt is replaced with white bandages and the black on the kimono sandels are now red? It's such a simple pallet and it's truly the best!

I also just wanna add, I think it's really cute when Luffy has the Straw hat on his back just cos his hair is really cute. Idk why, it's looks kinda cursed but cute at the same time

This post took 2 weeks or so to make and we made listening to the complete BNHA soundtrack, film gold OST and Sonic generations vol.1

Sanji

Zoro

Nami

[cinnamon-bunni]

Title: Maple Cookies

Fandom: Ouran Highschool Host Club

Relationship: Kaoru/Kyoya

Rating: T

Word count: 6,079

Summary: In which Kaoru is anxious of meeting Kyoya's family, Fuyumi is excited to meet her brother’s boyfriend, Kyoya is slowly dying from embarrassment, Yuuichi just wants to show Kaoru that they're family isn't all that bad, and Akito is protective over his baby brother (and Yoshio thinks his youngest son might be gay).

Read it on Ao3!

Oooooooh boy. I am so sorry for not posting for forever! Not only did school get in the way, but I’m just juggling too many things at once; plus, as you can see, this was a 6k word fic, so this took forever to write lol It’s been a while since I’ve been in this fandom, so I hope none of the characters are too ooc. I’ve never read the manga series, so Akito and Yuuichi are purely based off of their wikis and my own personal headcanons. And I may have gotten a few things wrong (like Kyoya having Noir Noir was the cat’s name, right? Or am I misremembering? and I didn’t realize that he gets the cat post-canon of the manga series until I was almost done with this fic and I didn’t want to change it). Still, in the end, I really hope you enjoy this fic!

Kaoru watched the scenery pass through the window, as the car drew nearer to the Ootori residence. He watched the trees and fences, trying to focus on anything other than what was going to happen. He felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting. 

“You know, I can always go with you,” Hikaru suggested. Kaoru shook his head.

“No, I don’t think Kyoya would like it that we’re both there. Besides, this is something that I should do alone.” “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” Hiakru said. “But if you need me to bail you out of there, just give me a call, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll be sure to call.” Kaoru was silent for a few moments, then gave a sigh. “I just--I’m meeting Kyoya’s family! The Shadow King’s family! How am I supposed to survive? God, they’re all gonna hate me.”

“Hey, I’m gonna stop you right there, Kao. You’ll do fine, I promise! Though, I do kinda wonder what Kyoya-senpai’s siblings are like though...Promise that you won’t leave out any of the details, okay?”

Kaoru gave a chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, I promise.” The car started to slow down, and Kaoru realized they were entering the Ootori property, as they passed through the gate. 

“We’re here,” the driver spoke, as the car stopped in front of the giant house. He stared at it for a few moments, then reached for the door.

“Thank you,” he said, with the driver answering it with only a nod. He turned to his brother. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to be picked up, okay? Or when I want to leave; whichever comes first.”

“Sounds good. Good luck!” Kaoru gave a wave as he got out of the car, and closed the door behind him. Walking up the stairs to the front door, he could hear the car drive off. He took a deep breath, and gave a knock. He twirled the strings that belonged to his sleeveless hoodie that he wore around his fingers, waiting anxiously for someone to open the door. He suddenly felt like he wore the wrong attire; his black t-shirt, along with a pink hoodie with sleeves that were cut off so they were just passing his shoulders, while is fine to wear in this sort of heat in the summer, probably won’t bode well, especially with what he’s seen with Kyoya’s family.

God, just thinking of Kyoya’s father and what happened at the Ouran Fair made him angry and so upset. But, he couldn’t think about that now. He had to make a good impression on his boyfriend’s family, after all. 

Kaoru soon realized that no one had answered the door. Maybe they hadn’t heard him? Kaoru knew that Kyoya’s staff wouldn’t just ignore him, of course not. Giving a louder knock, he heard faint voices coming from inside. He couldn’t make out what they were saying exactly, but they were definitely loud. 

A few seconds later, a staff member opened the door. “Good afternoon!” she said, a smile on her face.

Suddenly, there was a voice that called out, down inside of the house. “If it’s someone who needs to see our father, tell them that he’s out right now!” The maid took a look at Kaoru, and gave a smile.

“I’m sure you’re not here for business reasons with Mr. Ootori,” she said, and gave a small chuckle. “Come right in; Mr. Kyoya said that he would be having a guest over. I’ll take you up to his room.” She let him inside, and he awkwardly followed her. He was familiar with the house--he had been here a few times with the other club members to pick up Kyoya at times--but he didn’t want to be rude or say anything, so he just quietly followed her.

But before he could even reach the stairs, he had passed the kitchen area, where Fuyumi was. She wore a simple green dress, along with a white cardigan, and had a black apron on while she was working on food. Noticing him, she gave a bright smile, and took off her potholders and walked over, fixing her hair that rested on her shoulders as she did so. 

“Oh, you’re from Kyoya’s club! Kyoya did say he was bringing someone over. Emi, you can go now, I can handle our guest.” Giving a bow, Emi quickly left. Fuyumi looked over to Kaoru. “So! You’re Kyoya’s boyfriend, right?” Before Kaoru could even answer, there was a voice from another room, from across the hallway; it was the same voice from earlier, when he was at the door.

“What! Kyoya has a boyfriend?” A head poked out from a room down the hallway. His hair, while somewhat nice, didn’t seem to be as controlled or styled, not as well compared to Kyoya’s or Fuyumi’s, anyway. Fuyumi gestured at Kaoru.

“Yeah, this is Kyoya’s boyfriend!”

“Hi,” he said, quietly, as he gave an awkward wave. The older brother stared at him for a few moments.

“Since when did Kyoya have a boyfriend? Since when was Kyoya gay?”

“Akito, we all knew that Kyoya was gay from the beginning, don’t act like this is news to you.”

"This is news to me!"

Fuyumi turned her attention to Kaoru. "Why don't you meet my brothers? C'mon." She led him over to the room where Akito was, and gestured for him to sit down. The room had a large coffee table in the middle, with two large couches on either side, and an armchair on one of the other ends. (Kaoru could assume that this room would be usually used for business, but for now it's being used as a living room area). Akito had walked back and sat back down at one of the couches, and started to read a book off from the table. In the armchair, sat another Ootori sibling; he seemed to be the oldest, from what Kaoru could tell. He had a laptop on his lap; he was completely focused on his work--Kaoru wasn't sure if he even noticed him walk in--as he type fast, glasses having a small sheen to them from the glare of the laptop. Both of the brothers wore nice, crisp suits, and Kaoru realizes that he definitely should have worn something a little bit more formal. Kaoru sat down on the unoccupied couch, awkwardly just staring down at his lap and hands that rested there. Akito had looked up from his book. 

"So, you're Kyoya's boyfriend," he said. He titled his head a little. "You look…familiar."

The eldest looked up for a few moments to look at Kaoru, then went back to work. "He's Kaoru Hitachiin," he stated. "He and his twin brother, Hikaru Hitachiin, are the heirs to their mother’s, Yuzuha Hitachiin, fashion business. 

"He's in class 1-A, the same class as his twin brother and the girl Haruhi Fujioka. He does very well in his class, despite being a prankster. His extracurricular activities consist of being a part of Kyoya's club, the Host Club. I could go on, but I believe you have the gist of it all." Wow. So apparently doing extensive research was just an Ootori thing, not only a Kyoya thing. The man gave Kaoru a polite, businesslike smile (Kaoru recognized that smile; it's the same sort of smile Kyoya always gave to their clients when he was busy working but had to be nice to them). "My name is Yuuichi. Pleasure to meet you, Kaoru. This is my brother, Akito, and my sister Fuyumi, but I'm sure you're already acquainted with them."

Akito gave a small scoff. "So he's from that dumb club of his? Why am I not surprised?" 

"Now Akito, don't be rude, especially with a guest over," Yuuichi said, and turned back over to Kaoru. "I apologize for my brother's behavior; he has a few negative feelings for your club."

Kaoru just gave a curt nod, and his best smile that he could muster. God, why was he so nervous? Sure, social interactions were always harder when he was alone, without his brother being there to support him, but he was still always able to keep his cool, and hold a conversation. But now? He’s never been as nervous ever since the time he and his brother were separated when they were twelve during a fair, when they lost each other. He hasn’t felt this freaked out since that incident.

Akito turned his attention to Kaoru, and gave a smile. His smile was different compared to Yuuichi’s (who was now back to work); his smile was more menacing, more threatening, but still seemed to try and hold some sort of politeness. “So, what’s Kyoya been up to, hm?”

Fuyumi rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with Kyoya’s life; why don’t you just let him open up to you himself? He won’t do that if you keep snooping around.”

“Okay, first of all, you’re being a huge hypocrite right now, telling me not to learn more about my baby brother while you snoop around all the time when you come over, second of all, we all know Kyoya won’t say shit to us so,” he gestured to Kaoru, and gave another unsettling smile, “why not learn more through his boyfriend? So! What’s Kyo been up to?”

“Uhh…” Kaoru racked his brain for any sort of information to tell Akito, but nothing came to mind. 

“I’m going to go check on the cookies,” Fuyumi said, excusing herself. Akito kept his eyes trained on Kaoru, his eyes seemingly to ominously gleam. 

“How’s he doing academically? Are his favorite classes still Physics and German? What about English? He enjoys that class too, if I remember correctly. I wouldn’t doubt that his grades haven't changed, that little over achiever...how’s his club doing? He runs the finances, right? How’s that going for him?”

Yuuichi gave a sigh. “Akito, stop it; you’re scary the poor boy.”

Akito frowned. “What? I’m just asking him some questions about Kyoya; it’s not like Kyoya will tell me himself.”

“You’re being rude and won’t let him speak--he doesn't even want to speak in the first place!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do? I can just easily research and find all the information I want on him in seconds, but Kyoya won't say shit!"

Yuuichi gave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you make yourself useful and bring me down my paperwork from my room, okay?" Akito gave Yuuichi a cold glare, one that sent chills down Kaoru's spine--now he knows where Kyoya gets the glare. But Yuuichi was unamused by this, and rolled his eyes as he went back to work. Giving a small huff, he got up and left the room, leaving Kaoru and Yuuichi alone.

"I must apologize for my brother's actions," Yuuichi started. "I would say that he's normally better than this, but then I would be lying. Akito wants to be very involved in our little brother's life, even if Kyoya refuses." 

Kaoru gave a small nod, starting to relax just a bit. "I know the feeling. I think that once Ageha is older, me and Hikaru will be like that, too. I guess it's just a thing big brothers do."

Yuuichi gave another business smile. "Yes, you have a little sister, don't you? I almost forgot. How old is she now?"

"She's turning two later this year," Kaoru answered, a smile on his face. He was starting to relax more and more. Fuyumi then came in, holding a plate of cookies.

“So, after some research, I found out you were a fan of maple syrup; so, I made some maple cookies, and replaced the sugar with some maple syrup.”

Kaoru grabbed one immediately when she placed the plate down onto the table. After taking a bite, he gave her a smile. “Wow, these are amazing, Fuyumi! These are great, better than most I’ve eaten.”

She gave a smile. “Oh, thank you Kaoru, you’re so sweet. I’m glad you like them.”

Akito had entered the room now, and handed the papers over to Yuuichi. “Yumi’s probably the best cook and baker out of the whole family, honestly,” Akito said, grabbing the plate, and bringing it over with him as he sat back down. Fuyumi gave a sigh as Akito started to eat them. He turned over to Kaoru. "So, where were we?"

"The part where you were harassing Kyoya's boyfriend, I believe," Yuuichi said, making Akito glare at him. 

"I’m not harassing him, I'm questioning him."

"You're obsessive and trying to pry too much into Kyoya's life." Akito scoffed, as Fuyumi took the plates from him, and placed it back onto the table. Kaoru grabbed another cookie. Before Akito could say anything, he was interrupted.

"So, was anyone going to tell me that Kaoru was here or were you planning to keep my boyfriend hostage?"

“Hello Kyoya,” Yuuichi greeted.

“Kyoya! So glad to see you,” Fuyumi said.

“Glad to see that you finally joined us,” Akito added.

“Well, it’s not like any of you told me that he arrived.”

“Hey, Kyoya!” Kaoru said, giving him a smile. Kyoya stood in the doorway, next to Fuyumi. He wore a white dress shirt, with a dark blue, long-sleeved sweater on top of it. The cuffs of his dress shirt and collar folded in, over the sweater. He gave a small smile to Kaoru, then turned his attention to his brothers. 

“I’d preferred if you told me that Kaoru arrived next time,” he said. Akito gave a shrug, as Yuuichi continued to work. “I also would rather you not interrogate him, Akito.”

“Just making sure he’s fit for you, Kyo,” Akito said.

Yuuichi gave a wave of a hand. “I’m trying to work. Just take him up to your room or something, just be quiet.” Kyoya gave a nod.

“Of course,” he answered. “Kaoru and I will head upstairs until dinner is ready.” He paused for a few minutes. “We’ll be taking the cookies with us as well.”

“What? You can’t just take the cookies!”

“Well, we are,” he answered coolly. Akito sent his younger brother a glare (one that Kaoru recognizes easily; it’s the same that Kyoya uses), and sent chills up Kaoru’s spine, but Kyoya just grabbed the plate and started to walk off. “Kaoru,” he prompted, and Kaoru gave a nod, a small wave to Fuyumi and the others (Yuuichi didn’t notice, still working), and left the room with Kyoya. He followed him quietly up the stairs, up to his bedroom. He sat down on Kyoya’s bed with a sigh, and grabbed a cookie from the plate that Kyoya had placed down on his bedside table.

“Your siblings are so tiring,” Kaoru commented, taking a bite of the cookie. “Especially Akito--he’s kinda an asshole, y’know.”

“Yes, well, I’m not the biggest fan of Hikaru, but I don’t say anything about him,” Kyoya said, sitting on the other side of the bed. “I prefer if you didn’t talk that way about my siblings; though they can be a pain at times, they’re still very dear to me and would rather not hear you speak about like that.”

Kaoru gave a nod. He understood where Kyoya was coming from--even though Hikaru could be a pain in the ass, he still would attack anyone on sight if they said anything bad about him. “Alright, I won't say anything.” He grabbed the plate, taking another cookie. “Meeting them’s pretty stressful, though.”

“Well, I never said that meeting them wouldn’t be; my family is very...uptight. Meeting them is understandably stressful.” Kyoya grabbed the plate from Kaoru, making the other boy pout. “Stop eating so much, dinner should be done soon; should be done when my father gets back, actually. Speaking of which,” he placed the cookies down, onto the other side of the bed, and faced Kaoru. “We need to talk about how we’re going to tell my father about our relationship.”

Kaoru gave a shrug. He reached for another cookie, only to be lightly smacked away by Kyoya. “Don’t we just tell him that we’re dating and call it day?”

“My main concerns are over my father now accepting us,” Kyoya stated. “We need to proceed with caution, be slow with it. I honestly don’t know how my dad will feel about this, so we need to be careful with this.”

“Can’t we just tell him? Just rip the band-aid off, you know?” Kaoru offered.

“Kaoru, I know you’ve never properly met him, but I’m sure you can imagine what he’s like. Ripping off the band-aid won’t end well with him.” He gave a sigh. “I suppose if things go awry you can jump in and just tell him; go with your plan if all else fails.”

Kaoru quickly snuck his hand to grab a cookie, and ignored Kyoya’s small glare. “I’m sure it’ll go fine; we have your siblings to back us up.”

“Yuuichi will be busy with work to even be paying attention to what’s happening and Akito is a wild card; I have no idea what he’ll do if things go badly for us, but I don’t think it will be helpful.”

“You’re so negative all the time,” Kaoru said with a frown. “Have more faith in your brothers! I’m sure they’ll have our backs; if not, then Fuyumi will.”

“I very much doubt that my father will listen to anything Fuyumi says, but I suppose you’re right,” he admitted. He gave a sigh. “My brothers mean well, but I’m not sure if they’ll help us; if they try, it won’t end well.”

Before Kaoru could say anything else, there was a small knock on the door. The maid from before, Emi if Kaoru remembered correctly, opened the door a small bit to poke her head in.

“Master Kyoya? Mr. Ootori is back,” she spoke, “dinner is going to be served in a few minutes.”

“Thank you Emi, if that’s all you may leave.” She gave a bow and left. Kyoya looked over to Kaoru.

“You ready to meet my father, then?”

“Yeah, I think I’m ready,” he said, but then gestured to his pink, short-sleeved hoodie. “I don’t think I’m really dressed for the occasion, though; really should’ve just listened to my gut and not Hikaru…” 

Kyoya pressed a small kiss on his forehead. “If it makes you feel better, I like your outfit.”

Kaoru could feel heat rise to his face, a small smile forming on his face. “Thanks, Kyoya--”

“But I’m sure my father won’t be happy with it.”

Kaoru stared at him, the smile gone. “Gee, thanks,” he deadpanned. Kyoya got up from the bed, and tugged Kaoru’s hands to bring him up as well.

“Come on, we really shouldn’t be late for dinner,” he said. Kaoru gave a nod, and followed him to head downstairs for dinner.

He silently hoped that it would go well.

~~~

Dinner, at first, was silent. Yoshio sat at the head of the table, eating the food as he kept trained eyes on Kaoru. Yuuichi, as he ate, grumbled quietly to himself, complaining about not being able to work while he ate, and being behind schedule. Akito and Fuyumi were quietly eating as well, quietly eyeing their little brother and their father, hoping that nothing too bad will happen.

“So, Mr. Hitachiin,” Yoshio said, breaking the silence and making Kaoru snap his attention to the man, “you and your brother are heirs to your mother’s fashion business, correct?”

“Yeah, we are,” he answered, watching Yoshio with worried eyes. Kyoya, who sat next to him, gave him a small glance to reassure him, and went back to eating. Kaoru knew that this was probably the most he could really do to assure him--he most likely didn’t want to take the chance of his father noticing him giving affection or even the smallest gesture to comfort.

Yoshio gave a hum at this answer, taking a sip of his drink. "That business is good, your mother's work is quite admirable I must admit."

"Oh! Thank you, Mr. Ootori."

"One question though," he said, making Kaoru worry even more. Kyoya continued to stare at his food, and Kaoru swore that he heard Akito mumble something under his breath, but went unnoticed. "It's strange to have two heirs, is it not? How do you suppose that would work out?"

"I uhh...actually never thought about that," he answered, giving a sheepish smile. "My brother Hikaru and I were just always told that we would be the ones to run the business. So I just assumed that we would be doing it together." 

“It’s hard to see two people running a company together.”

“Well, I suppose if it came down to being one heir, Hikaru would be the one to run the company.”

“And what would you do then?”

“I’m…not sure,” he admitted. “I never thought about that before. Maybe graphic design? I would still like to work with the fashion design area though; I just never thought about it.”

Yoshio gave another hum. “You’re supposedly one of the heirs to the company, and yet if you don’t have your future planned out?”

Kaoru paused. “I…-”

Yuuichi gave a small sigh to himself. “Please Father, can we not interrogate him? He’s a guest, not a business partner, and we should treat him as so.” Kaoru could just stare at his food as he continued to eat. Maybe if his mouth was full then he wouldn’t have to answer any more questions. Damn it, he was supposed to be better than this. He was supposed to be outspoken and good with his words, not nervous or reserved or tongue-tied like this. God, why couldn’t he speak with confidence like he always does? (Yoshio staring him down and his demeanor probably didn’t make it any better.)

Kyoya cleared his throat, catching his father’s attention. He adjusted his glasses, even though they were already fixed perfectly from adjusting them time and time again--something that he does when he’s nervous, Kaoru had noticed. “I wanted to tell you something about me and Karou.”

Yoshio gave a small, curt nod. “What is it?”

Kyoya took a deep breath. Kaoru gave a small brush of his hand against Kyoya’s that rested on his thigh, to try and comfort and support him as best he could. “Well, I know you aren’t a fan of the host club-”

“If this is about that club of yours, then I prefer that we do not talk about it, not now,” Yoshio interrupted. 

“I...know that, Father. But Kaoru and I need to-”

“Kyoya,” Akito cut off, making Kyoya immediately turn and glare at him. “You should probably just drop it.”

“Akito-”

“Kyoya. Just drop it.” Kyoya and Akito glared at each other, as Kaoru and the others silently watched. He heard Yuuichi give a small sigh beside him, as he continued to eat his food with a shake of his head. Yoshio gave a small, disappointed noise, but didn’t say anything. Dinner was quiet for the rest of the time, with Fuyumi trying to give small smiles and looks as if to help calm down her brothers, but all Kyoya and Akito mainly did was send death glares to one another. 

When dinner was finished, and the butlers and maids were taking away the plates, Akito was quick to look over to Kyoya and Kaoru with a fake smile.

“Kyoya? Wanna come with me upstairs real quick so we can talk?”

Kyoya stood up, and gave a small gesture for Kaoru to do the same. “Of course,” he answered, and turned to his father. “If it’s alright with you, I wish to speak to you afterwards in your office.”

Yoshio gave a nod, and a hand flick as to dismiss him. “Yes, we can talk about whatever it was you wanted to later this evening.”

“Thank you,” he said, and turned to Kaoru. “Are you going to come with us upstairs?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Yeah, I’ll come.”

“Good, c’mon then,” he said, and left for the stairs, where his brother was already heading up the stairs. Kyoya and Kaoru were quick to follow.

Yoshio watched his two sons and Kaoru go upstairs to talk. He gave a small hum to himself; if his suspicions were correct, then that Hitachiin boy would be a fine partner for his youngest son.

~~~

Akito held his door open, as to let Kaoru and Kyoya in, and closed it behind them. Kaoru looked around the room as he entered in; it was clean and neat, just like every other room in this house, with monochrome colors filling the room. Papers and an open laptop that was shut off was on a desk nearby his black-and-white canopy bed. A bedside table held many books, along with a framed photo on it.

“What the hell was that?” Kyoya immediately asked. Kaoru looked around and wondered a bit as he took in the bland, colorless room.

Akito ran his hand through his hair. “What do you mean, ‘what the hell was that?’ I should be the one asking that, Kyoya! What the hell were you doing?”

“Trying to tell Father that Kaoru and I are in a relationship, which for some reason you don’t seem to want.”

The room would be a lot better with more color, Kaoru had decided. More dark and light blues as accents for the room. Hell, even more greys would be better, not just only blacks and whites. Maybe add a vase of flowers to add a little bit of green to the room.

“We both know why that’s a bad idea, Kyo,” Akito said. Kyoya started to pace back and forth in the room in frustration.

“What do you think was the whole point of bringing my boyfriend here? So he could meet you, Fuyumi and Yuuichi, and Father. Why wouldn’t we tell him? Yes, there are many things that could go wrong--do you think I haven’t thought and put those into consideration?”

“You decided to bring up that club of yours first! You clearly did not know what you were doing.”

Upon closer inspection, the bedside had a lock on the only drawer it had--Kaoru could only guess what was inside of it. Now that he was closer to it, he noticed what the picture was, and picked up the frame to inspect it. Four bright smiles were obvious in it, seeming to be taken outside with a bright blue sky and grass underneath them. It was hard to tell when it was taken or how old they were, but it was pretty obvious it was the Ootori siblings; he could assume that Kyoya was pretty young--maybe nine or ten?--based off of Fuyumi and Akito wearing the Ouran middle school uniforms. What caught most of his attention though was of Kyoya, not only smiling and seeming so happy, but was wearing braces in the photo. Kyoya Ootori. Wearing braces. He really wants to take a picture of this, to show Hikaru, but he had a feeling that Kyoya wouldn’t be happy with that.

There was a small noise at the door. “I know what I’m doing Akito, I don’t need you babying me every three seconds,” Kyoya said, walking over to the door and opening it. “I don’t need your help. Whatever consequences happen, happen.” A cat, black as night with two, giant yellow eyes walked in, and Kyoya closed the door again. The cat began to rub against Kyoya’s legs, meowing loudly.

“Oh, so now it’s my fault that I wanna help you out. I’m trying to make sure that you don’t fuck up and ruin coming out to Dad!” He suddenly turned to Kaoru. “Kaoru, was it? Put that picture down before you break it.”

Kaoru paused, and slowly put the framed picture down. “Do you have more pictures like these somewhere?” he asked. Akito stared at him for a few moments, thinking.

“Kyoya probably doesn’t want you seeing old photos…”

“No, I do not.”

“Then I’ll email you some later this week. I have digital copies of all of the pictures we have saved on one of my drives, so I can send you plenty.”

Kaoru gave a smile, as Kyoya gave a sigh, as he picked up his cat, who started to purr and rub against his arms affectionately. “There’s no winning with you, is there?”

“Nope,” he answered with a small smile. “There’s no winning. Now hurry up, Dad’s probably waiting for you impatiently in his office.” Kyoya opened his mouth to say something, but his brother cut him off. “Don’t worry, I can handle our guest; besides, I wanna talk to him, one-on-one. You go, Dad doesn’t like being kept waiting.”

Kyoya was unmoving for a few moments, then gave a nod. He placed his cat down, and bent down to scratch behind its ears. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. “Make sure Noir doesn’t get into my room please. I’ll see you in a bit, Kaoru, to see you out.”

When Kyoya left the room, Akito gave a sigh, pushing the cat--Noir, Kaoru noted--off his bed. “God, this cat sheds everywhere. The second we’re done I’m putting her into Kyoya’s room.” Akito looked over to Kaoru, giving him a business-like smile; not like Yuuichi’s or Kyoya’s though, a more ominous, intimidating smile that seemed to almost threaten Kaoru that if he did anything wrong, there would be consequences. 

“So,” he started, voice feigning cheerfulness. “Time for the mandatory, ‘Do anything wrong to my baby brother then I’ll ruin your life and kill you’ speech. Sit down.” Kaoru immediately took a seat on the office chair that was next to Akito’s desk.

“Listen, Akito, you and Yuuichi can do all the research you want on me, you’ll see that I’m not a bad person. Yeah me and my brother like to mess around with people, but we're good people! I wouldn't purposely hurt Kyoya. Mostly because Kyoya would get his revenge as well on me, not just you and Yuuichi and Fuyumi."

Akito gave a small hum. "Yeah, you're right. I don't doubt for a second that my brother could ruin you. But just so you know, and listen very closely Hitachiin," he said, giving a cold, icy glare, "If you dare do anything, so as to upset him or hurt him in any way, I will make sure that you regret it. I will ruin you in every single way possible. I will make you suffer.”

“...I promise you, I’ll never do that. I won’t do that to him.”

Akito gave another hum at this answer, and was interrupted by a knock. Yuuichi opened and walked in. “I figured you'd still be up here with him,” he said, following it with a small sigh. “Come on, we should head downstairs.” He faced Kaoru, saying, “Your ride should be arriving soon, correct?” When Kaoru checked the time--God, when did it get so late?--he gave a nod. “Good. Akito, you can go fetch Kyoya so he can see our guest off. I’ll handle him for now.”

Akito gave a small nod, getting up and heading out, giving Kaoru one last cold glance. When he was gone, Kaoru got up to leave, and Yuuichi gave him the same business smile that he always had. “Let’s head down, then.” As Kaoru followed out the door, Yuuichi stopped, causing Kaoru to stop as well. “Oh, by the way,” he started, “Everything Akito said is true; we will make your life a living hell if you do anything wrong to Kyoya.”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t doubt that…” Kaoru muttered to himself, and continued to head down the stairs. The car probably hasn’t arrived yet, but he had a small feeling that Hikaru might show up a few minutes early. It’s something he would do, so he wouldn’t put it past his brother.

Kaoru waited back in the living room area, quietly snacking on the cookies that Fuyumi had brought in that sadly weren’t the maple ones, but were instead oatmeal cookies (he quietly wished that he was able to pour some maple syrup on them but didn’t ask for any), while Yuuichi quietly did his work. When Kyoya arrived downstairs, he sat down next to Kaoru. 

“I talked to my father,” he started, “And he asked me about our relationship.”

“What did you tell him?” Kaoru asked.

“The truth; that we’re dating and have been for a while now.”

“How did he take it?”

“I’m...not entirely sure. He didn’t seem angered by the news, but he also didn’t really give any positive reactions, either.”

“I don’t think he ever gives positive reactions, Kyo,” Kaoru said dryly, making Fuyumi try and hold in her laugh, cracking a smile at the redhead.

“In the end, he didn’t seem too bothered.”

“Maybe he’s fine with you two in a relationship,” Fuyumi proposed. Kyoya gave a small hum.

“I suppose so. Still, it caught me by surprise how he was fine with it.”

“Maybe he just needs time to go over it,” Yuuichi said, the keys of his laptop clicking loudly as he kept his eyes trained on the screen. “I mean, you did just come out to him, and told him that you were dating a Hitachiin--he most likely just needs time to think.” He looked up and gave a smile at Kaoru. “At least he didn’t ask you to his office where he could speak to you one-on-one.”

Kaoru shivered at the thought. That was something that he definitely was not prepared for. Just then, one of the maids--who wasn’t Emi--entered the room.

“Mr. Hitachiin, your ride has arrived,” she said, “I can see you out, if you wish.”

“No, that’s fine, thank you though,” he answered. She gave a bow and left. “Didn’t realize how late it got...I enjoyed myself though, thank you for this Kyoya.”

“I have to admit, I thought that this wouldn’t have ended this well, especially with my brothers, and I’m happy to have had you over,” Kyoya said with a smile. The two got up, Kaoru gave his goodbyes to Fuyumi and Yuuichi, and they went to the foyer. Kaoru paused in front of the door, and turned over to Kyoya with a smile.

“Again, thanks for this. I actually enjoyed myself, surprisingly.”

“Well, I’m sure things would’ve been worse if Fuyumi didn’t make those cookies for you.”

He gave Kyoya a smile. “Well, you being there for me definitely helped.”

“As if I would leave you alone with my brothers, or my sister, for that matter.” 

“Still, thank you Kyoya.” Kaoru leaned in and gave a quick kiss. He started to walk off, over to the car. “See you later, Kyoya!” 

Kaoru entered the car, closing the door behind him. He looked out the window, only to see the front door of Ootori residence closing as Kyoya went back in.

“So? How was it?” Hikaru asked as soon as the car started to move. “What were his siblings like?” He grimaced. “Did you have to talk to his dad?”

“No, not this time at least,” Kaoru answered. He gave a sigh, leaning back and finally letting himself relax. “Fuyumi made me cookies with maple syrup, though.”

“What!” Hikaru shocked his head with a sigh of disappointment. “You should’ve brought me some, Kao.”

“Next time I will, don’t worry,” he promised. He gave a small smile when he remembered something. “Akito said he was gonna send me some pictures of Kyoya, when he was younger.”

Hikaru perked up at this. “Blackmail?” he asked.

“Don’t know if we could blackmail the shadow king…” he said, “and I think as his boyfriend I’m not allowed to do that to him.” He gave a small smoke. “But I don’t think he’ll mind that I tell you that he wore braces as a kid.”

Hikaru struggled to keep his laughter down. “He what? Kyoya Ootori wore braces?” 

Kaoru gave his twin a smile. “There’s gonna be a lot more where that came from,” he said. And as he talked about all the little details of what had happened, he found himself smiling and laughing along with his brother. It was an enjoyable time in the end, even with the threats of Kyoya’s older brothers.

It was a nice evening in the end, Kaoru had decided. He wouldn’t mind going back here for dinner again.

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Pull Through Part 3

Please read part 1 first to make sure you check all of the trigger warnings❤️

"I'm freaking out. What are we gonna do?" Luke ran his hands through his hair and dropped into a cracked leather seat backstage. They were sitting in the dressing room at Club Hollywood, a lowkey bar in Downtown LA. By some form of miracle, Sunset Curve had managed to book their first proper gig, with real people watching, who actually wanted to watch. Granted, they were only opening for a slightly more well-known band, but it was a start. However, Bobby had called the club, and told them he wouldn't be able to make it. The boys were losing it, and had no idea what to do. "We can go on without him. It'll be fine, we're totally in sync." Luke stared at Alex and bit his lip. "Dude, you're kidding. It'll mess up the whole set, we need a second guitar." Reggie pouted and pointed to his guitar. "Hey, I'm still here." Luke rested his head in his hands and groaned. "Reg. You play bass." He rolled his eyes with a slight smirk, and started racking his brain. A flash of orange made him think, and he sat up, reaching for Alex's arm. "Come on. Drive me back to yours." Alex looked at him in disbelief. "What's that gonna do? We have another 2 hours before we have to get Becca, we need to practice." Luke pulled Alex to his feet, and looked him straight in the eye. "Trust me." Alex groaned, and looked to Reggie, who shrugged. "Reg, stay here. We'll be back soon." Reggie's face fell, and the boys heard him shouting after them, as Luke legged it down the corridor, closely tailed by Alex.

"Bex?" Becca looked up to her door, and was surprised to see a flustered looking Luke, his face red and hopeful. "Oh, hey Luke. What you doing here?" Luke stepped into her room, and closed the door behind him. Becca looked up at him expectantly, as he wrung his hands at the bottom of her bed. "Bobby dropped out for tonight." Becca's eyes widened, and she jumped off her bed. "What? But tonight's your first real gig!" Luke nodded, and strolled over to the corner of her room. "Anyway, we can't find anyone to fill in for him." Becca frowned as Luke's fingers trailed over the guitar in the corner. "Luke..." He turned to her with pleading eyes, and it took a bit of effort not to concede instantly. "Please, Bex. This means everything to me." He came towards her and grabbed her hands, squeezing them tightly. Becca looked up into his eyes, deep pools of green, with flecks of gold floating in them. She'd do anything for those eyes. "Luke, I can't. I don't play." He dropped her hands and rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. You have to play, I've seen your music! And I've heard you playing in the loft before. Please. I'm begging you." Becca looked over to the guitar in the corner and sighed. "I- Luke I've never played electric." His face lit up, and he grabbed it off the stand. "I'll teach you. We have two hours until we're on, and it's easier than acoustic. You'll pick it up in no time, I promise." His eyes were so hopeful, and he looked so young and innocent, that she couldn't say no. It meant so much to him. Becca looked to the homework on her bed, and sighed. "If I can figure it out, then yes. Maybe." His smile was so wide she thought it must hurt, and he caught her off guard by scooping her up and spinning her around in his arms. "Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Come on, let's go." He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the door, but she stopped, and looked down at herself. "Luke?" He turned back and smiled at her, still tugging gently on her hand. "I can't go in this." She indicated to her sweats and the old hoodie, and he frowned. "True. You can't. Uh, you own anything black?" Becca snorted and headed for her wardrobe. "What kinda stuff do rockstars wear?" She bit back a laugh as Luke did a dramatic spin, holding out the lapels of his jacket. "Right, but I'm not gonna wear that, am I." She waved a hand at his sleeveless shirt, and low-cut jeans. Alex came in then, and groaned when he found Luke sitting on Becca's bed. "Dude, what have I said? You're not allowed in her room alone." Becca sent Alex a disapproving glance, and turned back to her wardrobe. "What should I wear tonight?" Alex moved to stand beside Becca, and reached into the mess of clothes. "You'll be backstage, so black works?" Becca frowned and looked to Luke questioningly, who was gesturing wildly behind Alex's back, drawing a line across his throat and shaking his head. "Uh, okay. Jeans? Or like a skirt? Or shorts... uh." Alex pulled a pair of black denim shorts out, and threw them at her. "There. They'll be fine. Luke?" He held open the door to Becca's bedroom, and raised his eyebrows. Luke sniffed and smirked, biting his lip and glancing at Alex as he walked out the door. Becca laughed as she heard Alex smack him in the hall, and pulled out the rest of her clothes. "That's my baby sister dude! No perving!" Luke laughed in response, and Becca imagined his goofy little grin, his hands shoved in his pockets, or fiddling with the chains on his jeans.

Luke snuck back into Becca's room a few minutes later, knocking to make sure she was decent. "I'm gonna dump this in the car- woah." Becca turned round to look at him with a nervous smile. "Do I look okay?" Luke gulped and blinked a few times. "Uh, yeh. You look great." Becca looked down at her outfit and bit her lip. Black cutoffs, and fishnet tights, paired with her black chuck taylors, and a Sunset Curve t-shirt  knotted at the front. After looking her up and down slowly, nodding in approval, Luke frowned a little and looked down at his own jeans. He put the guitar on the bed, before detaching one of the chains hanging from his belt loop and reaching towards her. "Here, this'll top it off." Becca's eyes grew as she watched Luke kneel down, and felt his hand on her waist, clipping the chains onto her shorts. "Great. Uh, meet you downstairs in 5?" Becca blinked and nodded, taking a step away from him and rubbing her neck awkwardly. Luke snapped his fingers at her and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Becca to continue staring at herself in the mirror, tugging her shorts down every now and again. After throwing a black and grey checked flannel over her shoulders, she jumped down the stairs, and bumped into Alex coming out of the bathroom. "You look ace, proper little groupie we've got." He grabbed her hand and spun her around, before dragging her out to the car, where Luke was already  sitting, music blaring from the windows. "Cmon, we've got things to do!" Alex rolled his eyes at Luke's overexcited-puppy behaviour, and pulled back his seat to let Becca climb in. "Let's get this show on the road!" Luke turned and winked at Becca, leaving her to laugh at his antics, and watch out the window, one knee pulled up to her chest, chewing her lip anxiously.

Becca was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands desperately. They had an hour until they were expected on stage, and Luke still hadn't gotten a chance to come help her with the guitar part. In all honesty, she'd lied to Luke about never having played electric before, hoping to deter him from asking her. Obviously this hadn't worked, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't complain about it once they were on stage. "Hey, there you are. Ready to do this?" Becca turned to face Luke, her face almost grey. "I don't know why I said I could do this. I can't play on a stage! With all those people watching..." Luke stepped towards her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look up at him. At 5'3, even Luke was tall to her, and her worried eyes met his, seeking comfort in the familiar emerald orbs. He pushed her gently towards the guitars in the corner, and swung the strap over his shoulder. He plugged in the amp, and strummed the strings quickly, tuning them with expert fingers. Satisfied, he shortened the strap a little, and held it out for her to step under. "It's a little heavier than what you're used to, but you won't notice it in a moment." Becca adjusted the strap again herself and frowned as her neck strained with the weight, before swinging her hair out from under the strap. Luke turned back to her, his own guitar hanging round his neck, and smiled at her reassuringly. "Okay, it's mainly A and D in the first verse. A first, then D, then A..." Luke continued to show her the chords for the set, smiling proudly every time she got it right, and resting his hand over her fingers every time she got it wrong, adjusting her fingers ever so lightly. It was sweet, watching his surprised expressions when she managed the more difficult combinations, and she felt a strange feeling in her stomach, as the time ticked by. "Okay so there's this one part, where Bobby and I usually play back and forth, kinda like call and response? But I can just play that whole section if you want?" Becca smirked and rolled her eyes. She knew the section well, and after years of listening to the boys play, she was pretty sure she had it engraved in her brain. "I'll give it a go. I think I know what bit you're on about." Luke pulled his guitar over his head and stepped behind her, putting his hands over hers. Becca's eyes widened and she gulped, mentally slapping her forehead and forcing her brain to cooperate. "So put your left hand on the 7th fret... yeah right there, A shape... perfect. 4th, 2nd, 6th, 3rd..." Becca lost focus as her head turned slightly to her left, and she found Luke's face, furrowed with concentration. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, watching him bite his lip as his calloused fingers curved softly over her own. He noticed she wasn't playing, and turned to face her, his eyes meeting bright blue. A playful grin appeared on his face, and Becca felt a blush creeping up her chest. "Yo, Luke, we're on soon, you read- Bex?" Luke coughed and took a step back from Becca, grinning at Alex, who's eyes were wide and mildly disapproving. Becca rolled her eyes at Luke's expression, and swung the guitar over her head, resting it next to Luke's. "I've got this, Alex. Promise." Alex's face was wrought with worry and surprise, but after registering Luke and Becca's hopeful faces, he groaned, and walked away. "I'm gonna kill you Lucas." Luke grinned at Alex's retreating form, and the middle finger held high above his blonde hair, before turning to Becca. She stood with her arms across her chest, bottom lip in between her teeth as she chewed frantically. "Hey, Bex. You're okay." Luke reached a hand out and grabbed her hand, forcing her to let go of her lip so she could smile up at him. "You got this."

The wings were stuffy, men dressed all in black running across the stage now and again. Alex's drums sat pride of place on a platform towards the back, and the boys' and Becca's mics were arranged around at the front. She'd spoken to Luke, and convinced him she couldn't sing. It took a lot of convincing, but they stopped when Reggie had realised Becca was playing for them, pulling his surrogate little sister into his arms and hugging her tightly. "I always said we'd make a rockstar of you." Becca smiled as she thought about it, laughing to herself. Her, a rockstar? I don't think so. She'd leave that to Alex. A hand between her shoulder blades told her it was time to go, and Becca looked up at Alex. He looked nervous, but excited at the same time, if that was even possible. She imagined he felt similar to her, with butterflies going mental in her stomach, and weird shivers creeping up her spine every 2 minutes. They stepped into the blinding lights of the stage together, Alex's hand only leaving her back when they reached her mic. Luke nodded towards their guitar stands, and Becca followed him over. "Breathe. You'll be great." His hand brushed hers, and she smiled, taking the guitar he offered her. "Let's do this." With one final smirk, Luke turned to the crowd, hardly visible through the smoke off the lights, and started waving, smiling like a madman. Becca rolled her eyes, and swung the guitar strap over her head. With one final breath, she turned to face the crowd also, finding herself grinning in anticipation. She looked around the boys, and found her heart clenching desperately, as she registered the looks of unadulterated bliss on their faces. Alex was rubbing his drumsticks together, his eyes sparkling in the lights, as he tossed his hair off his forehead. Reggie was waving into the crowd excitedly, jumping up and down on his toes lightly. Luke was knelt down towards the front, grabbing the hands of some high school girls they knew. Becca frowned at this, and turned her attention back to her guitar. "Hey everyone! We've got a special guest tonight, our drummer's little sister, Bex!" The audience clapped and cheered, and Becca felt her chest tighten. "We're Sunset Curve-" Reggie jumped in. "Tell your friends!" The lights in the audience came down, and as Reggie struck the first chord, Becca felt like the world was moving in slow motion. Her own fingers started sliding up and down the fretboard, and she felt a jolt of energy flow through her as she picked the first string. Alex came in, and her heart rate picked up. This was it. And then suddenly, a rush of adrenaline sped through her, setting her skin on fire, as Luke began to sing. He was jumping up and down, his left leg kicking out to the side every other chord. Becca stopped thinking, and tossed her hair behind her as the chorus started, trying everything in her power not to join in. Alex was going mental behind her, his hands flying around the drum kit so fast she could hardly make out the pale beige of his sticks. Reggie was having the time of his life, head thrown back in excitement. Luke was the one to watch though. He was like a man possessed, his eyes on fire as his hands flew around his guitar expertly, occasionally jumping off to grab the mic, and letting Becca take over the main melody line. Her cheeks were aching, and it was too much work not to sing. As the second chorus kicked in, she let go, and stepped up to her mic properly.

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now

Luke turned in surprise as a fourth voice joined in, but his face lit up when he realised the voice carrying throughout the club was hers, and he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, and continued, reaching a hand up when she got the chance to run her fingers through her curls, grabbing her mic and pulling it closer to her.  

And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never

The bridge was coming up, and Luke cast a glance over his shoulder, trying to make a decision in the next few seconds. Becca was radiant, her eyes glowing with a fire he'd only ever felt, never seen. He gulped as her hand ran through her curls, coming back to rest on the mic in front of her. She was incredible, and his eyes drifted to where her hands now rested on the fretboard of his old Fender, chipped black nail polish against the red of her fingertips, bruising from the pressure. Something clicked, and he silently apologised to Alex, before catching Becca's eye, and nodding at her, asking her to join him. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help herself, and moved towards him.

We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow) 'Cause we got all we need today (today)

Becca met Luke at his mic, just as she joined Reggie on the top harmony, her voice ringing in Luke's ears. If he hadn't been so caught up in the moment, he would have been speechless. They were nearly touching, and Becca could feel Luke's hot breath on her face as they shared the mic. Their eyes never left each others, and Becca could feel Alex's glare burning the backs of their heads. Luke's hair fell forward onto his forehead, the tips damp with sweat. In that moment, with the fire in his eyes, his arms bulging, and voice raspy as ever, Becca had never found him more attractive.

Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain

Becca turned to look at Reggie, who was looking at Luke with an amused expression. As they got ready to launch into the last chorus, Becca decided it really was now or never, and jumped onto the platform Alex was on, shooting him a smile as he sang and clapped his hands, head shaking ever so slightly towards her. She winked and started up the final chords, eyes closed in pure ecstasy, high on the energy of the music. She could feel eyes on her, and had a feeling Luke's were included in that. Indeed, when she opened her eyes, green met blue, and she almost felt the need to cover up. Luke's eyes burned through her, and she couldn't take her eyes off him, or the look on his face. He was in absolute awe of her, and the light that radiated from her when she played. He knew what it was, because she looked how he felt. Overcome with the music, she'd let herself go completely, her heart beating with the drums, her blood flowing with the melody, her only source of oxygen the words of the song. His only question was why she'd never joined them before. She was breathtaking on stage, and after a confirmatory glance at the audience, he knew it wasn't just because of his childhood crush. Of the many stares from the audience, a lot of them were on her, everyone wondering who this electrified beauty was. As the final chord rang out, from Luke's guitar, there was a millisecond of silence, in which Becca jumped off Alex's mini stage, and made her way back to her mic, hands resting on top of her guitar gently. The applause was deafening, and Becca dropped her eyes to her shoes, shuffling her feet side to side. That was until someone grabbed her hand, and she looked up, to find Luke beaming down at her. He dragged her off stage, and she found herself laughing hysterically, unable to contain herself. Luke lifted the guitar off her shoulders and leant it against the wall, before turning back to her and pulling her into a hug. "You were so awesome! I fucking knew you could do it, I knew it! You rocked that, they loved you!" Becca squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, not caring about the layer of sweat making his skin glitter in the soft light. "Dude, get off her." Luke dropped Becca to the floor gently and turned around sheepishly, face falling when he spotted Alex. His smile quickly returned, when he noticed the look of pride on Alex's face, and he watched as Becca sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms as he spun her round. "Who would've thought, my baby sister, a rockstar? You were incredible, I had no idea you could do that?" Becca giggled as Alex set her back down, still jumping up and down on her tiptoes with excitement. Reggie came running through a moment later, sweat running down his forehead. "Sorry, went off the wrong side. Bex? What the heck?" He held out his arms, and she gave him a tight hug, laughing at the look of pure astonishment on his face. She stood between Alex and Reggie, Alex's arm resting over her shoulders comfortably. They jostled her between them as they made their way back to the dressing room, Luke walking behind them with his hands shoved in his pockets, a triumphant grin resting on his face. "I wish I'd placed bets, I would've made so much cash!" Becca rolled her eyes and slid her jacket off her shoulders, dropping onto the couch. "I don't think I've ever sweat this much. You could've warned me, I'd have brought a spare shirt." Alex grabbed his bag from down beside the couch, and reached into it, tossing her a sunset curve shirt. "Thanks. How many of these things do you have?" Becca stood up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, dragging it over her stomach. Alex yelled and jumped in front of her, pulling it back down. "Uh, not here." Becca looked to Reggie, who was kneeling on the floor, sorting out piles of t-shirts, and to Luke, who was conveniently facing the door. "It's fine, Alex." He groaned and turned round, trying to block her from view with his body. A soft chuckle came from the direction Luke faced, and Becca smirked, pulling the fresh top on gratefully. "Cool, so what do we do now? Is that us done for the night?" Luke spun round, walking towards his own bag, and knelt down. "Pretty much, yeh. I'll just drop you home and then go to Reggie's to help the boys get everything sorted." Luke snorted from his spot on the floor, and dragged his shirt over his head, using it to wipe his face before throwing it at Reggie. Becca's eyes raked over his body, taking in his chest, those abs... Alex noticed, and kicked Luke, who hadn't let Becca's gaze go unnoticed, and smirked. "My eyes are up here, Bex." Becca rolled her eyes and took a step towards the window, leaning on the ledge and sighing as the chilled air hit her back. "I was just trying to figure out where you find the time to go to the gym, you know, between band rehearsals and all the school work you do." Luke smirked again, tugging his fresh top over his head. This one had sleeves, she noticed regretfully. "Gym isn't the only way to work out Bex." He winked at her, and dodged away from Alex's fist, falling onto the sofa laughing. "No sex jokes in front of my baby sister!" Alex fell on top of him and started pummeling Luke's chest playfully, leaving Becca to process what Luke had just said. Reggie appeared at her side, leaning his elbow on her shoulder. "Ignore him. He's in the studio so much, I've walked in on him almost a million times hanging from the rafters." Becca looked up at him in feigned confusion, but the rush of relief in her stomach was undeniable. "Don't worry, I won't say anything." He walked away with a knowing smirk, picking up an armful of t-shirts from the floor. "Guys, come on." Alex rolled off of Luke, and swung his bag over his shoulder, following Reggie out the door. Luke did the same, but he winked at Becca as he left, reaching his hand out towards her. "Now for the afterparty."

[oftenderweapons]

The Power Couple - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.0k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, (JK’s a tiny bit angsty but also humour), 

Rating: suggested 18+

Hi, I’m finally back with the maknae line version. I thought I would have loved to explore how the couple would interact in more public situations, especially when under pressure because of fan, photographers and press, what kind of vibe would they emit, what they would do, whether they felt nervous etc.  TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, only mentioned or suggested, with some mildly kinky stuff going on in Jimin’s scenario (that boy is filthy as hell), Taehyung is in Love™️, please don’t kill his vibe (and don’t bite his head off), softest angst in Jungkook’s piece, slight invasion of privacy, insecure Googie who wished he were a normal boy feat. mild exhibitionism and very loving Lowkey Kinky girlfriend. 

Enjoy!

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Jimin

The first thing you noticed was the fans, phones out, recording and snapping pictures of you.

The second thing you noticed was the little groups of celebrities, influencers and models chatting, exchanging greetings and fashionable “bisoux”. It actually intimidated you.

“Don’t worry about those. We steer away. I’ll just say hi to a few friends. You’ll like them, they’re not that bad.” He said with a teasing grin.

You were at Paris Fashion Week, attending Chanel’s special runway, with your amazing boyfriend. He had personally styled your look, your matching apple green skirt and jacket paired with a plain white t-shirt. At your feet a very daring combination of white ankle socks and black leather loafers. On your slightly tanned skin -- thanks to your holiday together -- the palette of colours looked absolutely amazing, giving you a fashionable but also a classic look. His signature all-black look today was made of skinny black pants, a sleeveless turtleneck tucked in and, just like you, black leather loafers.

You were actually pretty glad he had that turtleneck in his luggage: explaining the bruises on his neck would have been impossible. Paris, Jimin and champagne were a deadly combination for your libido and it had been sheer luck that you had managed to exit the room this morning. You had spent the last twenty hours or so in bed, macarons delivered to your suite together with wine and chocolate covered strawberries. As if you hadn’t just spent a week in the middle of nothing, on a private island, enjoying nothing but each other, someplace where Jimin could just hang out naked all day long, being nothing but your pet, making as much noise as he wanted. And you had enjoyed listening to his every whine and scream. It had been amazing.

Coming back to civilization had made you jumpy, and seeing him back to his usual social butterfly personality slightly ticked you off. Your own personality didn’t quite fit the socialite in the spotlight, and you weren’t absolutely comfortable with the way everyone seemed focused on the two of you.

The photographers kept calling his name and he kept stopping for them, looking at you with nothing but sin in his eyes, his intentions unmistakeable. He let his fingers dance on your inner wrist, knowing how that makes your skin tingle and your nerves catch fire.

How could you possibly let that brat go unnoticed? Of course you would remember this for later, when you'd be back to your room. Still, when he stopped once more, putting his hand on your waist, you latched your thumb on one of his back belt loops, the rest of your hand spread wide on his glute and hip. The half coy, half obscene smirk on his face made you melt a little more, and you felt embarrassed that such a small thing had you actually turned on. He bit his lip. Little teasing brat.

You entered the venue after a few greetings to glossy-haired, glass-skinned demigods, wide california smiles plastered on their faces, beautiful and scary. Jimin was polite as usual, dismissing some guys with a cold, formal manner. As you sat on front row, he bent to your ear, grazing your earlobe with his plump lips. “You look beautiful. The only true queen out there.” He nuzzled in your hair. “Can I put my hand on your leg or will you drag me to the closest bathroom to eat you out?”

“You are walking on very thin ice, Jiminie.” You replied before laying your hand heavily against his knee, your fingers reaching for his inner thigh. Distracted by your touch he didn’t notice the way you leaned in. “Enjoy sitting while you still can, baby brat.” You smiled innocently, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, come on, what did I do?” Your conversation went on undisturbed, no one around there understanding his native language, except for the bodyguards, who were otherwise occupied, or who were not interested in your anthem.

“I’ll make you a list once we’re in our room.” Once more he used his flirty smile on you. “And trust me, no chance of you getting away with it this time.” You continued.

Suddenly you were interrupted by a photographer, asking you for a picture. You posed with a kind smile on your face, Jimin’s arm around your shoulders. “Big smile, kitty.” You said, before the flash lit up and caught him midlaugh, cutely collapsing on your shoulder. The photograper took a few more pictures, thanking you and moving on.

He recomposed himself, drawing closer this time. You grabbed his chin with two fingers delicately. You could only imagine what everyone could think of the two of you. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You asked, a little roughly.

He giggled flirtatiously. You figured all the macarons must have made him sweetly poisonous. “You must love me a lot.” He put his hand on your thigh, contrary to your warnings. “But I love when you manhandle me a little.” He started kneeding on the soft flesh there. “So I really hope you’ll give me the punishment you’ve promised me later--” he stopped and exhaled sinfully, “-- mommy.”

For the rest of the show he was restless in his chair, impatient to have you again.

Taehyung

“Oh my god, Namjoon will bite my head off if we’re late.”

“Is my lipstick okay?” You asked panicked.

He came up close, staring at your lips. “You’re incredible. It’s perfect.”

“I should have bitten your head off.”

“Such a shame you love it.” He commented with an arrogant smile. He helped you up and leaned against your ear. “You love both of them.” He said, tucking himself in and fixing his clothes.

Of course he was right. Of course you were just done taking him in your mouth, trusting him enough not to mess your dress. It was an avalanche of deep blue chiffon. Tonight you were attending a charity event in a popular art gallery celebrating the opening of a new building for recreational use. Your dress resembled the dark twirls of Van Gogh’s starry skies, punctuated with small rhinestones; Taehyung had bought it for you, leaving it on your bed before you got ready for the event. When you had seen it you had felt slightly conflicted between your own pick and his choice, but seeing his own blue silk tuxedo, you gave up any hesitation, slipping into the dress -- which unsurprisingly fit you perfectly -- after letting him choose your underwear first.

“Do I look messed up?” You asked again, at which he fixed a loose strand of your hair delicately before bending down to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t chaste at all.

“I wished we had more time...” He commented, accompanying you to the ensuite and turning you towards him, fixing your makeup under your eyes and on your chin.

“Do you think they’ll notice if I get under your dress during dinner?” He grinned and tapped a humid towel around your mouth, kissing you once more.

“Depend on whether I can keep a straight face or not.” You caressed his face and caught his wrists.

“Well, then we’re fucked.” Yeah, his head game was that strong. No keeping a straight face at that. And he knew.

You laughed together at that. You looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, I need to know what lipstick she used. It’s still there. No smudge, no stain. It’s perfect.”

“That’s because you’re perfect.” He kissed your forehead. “Let’s go. They’re gonna kill us.”

“We’re not that late. Plus I’m sure we can still beat Jimin.” You grabbed your purse on the way out of the bedroom.

“Wait babe.” He said, “I--” He had been distracted. This should have gone in a very, very different way.

You stilled, waiting for him to talk. “Tonight might be difficult.” He wished he had been patient. He wished he had more time. The plan was to give you something that might keep everyone off you. Insecurity invaded him. All the men who would be seeing you tonight… The small box felt heavy in his hand. “And I--” God, he had a talk, a whole discourse. “Just, it’s not like-- I intend to do this properly, sometime in the future. This is just-- A promise thing. I want us to wear these.” He fumbled with the lock, his eyes blowing wide open as the box fell to the floor and a tinkling sound echoed in the hall.

You threw yourself at it, noticing the thick platinum band covered in blue shiny stones rolling on the floor. You saved it right before it hid under the wardrobe.

In the meantime he had clutched the box to his chest, protecting the other half of the pair with his body.

You smiled widely. Rings. Actual rings.

“It’s not like, wedding. Though I absolutely intend to. I mean, to propose. Not today.” He sounded like a broken record, his words interrupted and mechanic. “It means I love you, and you got me, and I got you. That’s all.” He looked like a lost puppy.

"Come here, darling." You say quietly.

He looks absolutely terrified, approaching you like you were about to punish him.

"I love you. And I really hope that someday we will be wearing another kind of matching rings." You kissed his scrunched brow. "Let me put this on you, yes?"

He offered you his hand.

"I don't want to promise too much. I can only promise that I'll always take care of you, protect you and be loyal to you." You slipped his band on.

"Uhm--" He fumbled with the box some more until you held it for him as his shaking hand took off the ring. The thin circlet was lined with small blue crystals, dominated by a bigger stone of the same colour. The overall blue theme was really soothing, and it was also what kept it from looking too much like a proposal ring.

"____, I promise you to give my heart to you, and to hold yours with care, I promise to stay close to you and love you as long as you allow me to." His voice was deep but slightly shaking, which made you really emotional.

You offered him your hand, helping you wear the ring.

You observed how it fit you. You knew it wasn't sheer luck. He probably had taken one of your rings for measurements.

You smiled at him and intertwined his hands. "Joon is going to kill us."

"He's a sucker for romance, he'll probably get teary eyed." He commented. Taehyung kissed your cheek. "Let's go, I've got a beautiful girlfriend to show to the world." His smile was radiant.

Jungkook

"Baby, can you please come?" He called you to the sofa. Probably he just wanted some company while he was playing games. Maybe he just wanted someone to play with.

You reached the end of the corridor leading from the bedrooms to the open space living room. "What's up Koo?"

"Look."

A gossip TV-show was talking about the two of you and your recent holiday.

"The couple was spotted in an exclusive resort in Thailand, the BTS member spoiling his partner with a sweet summer getaway. As you can see they had plenty of time for some steamy romance on the beach." The description was accompanied by a small clip of you kissing, water lapping around your calves, the whole picture absolutely innocent and appropriate, and of course the press had to spice things up, exaggerating everything about the two of you. "The sweethearts have also been caught sharing a bit more than an innocent smooch during a canoeing excursion." And of course you weren't canoeing, but rather paddle boarding, you resting your head on Jungkook's chest as you basked in the sun. These people were outright ridiculous.

"They must be desperate for a scoop." You commented, sitting beside Jungkook, as he cuddled into you. "Are you okay baby?"

"I'm just thinking what if we had been less careful?"

You kissed his head and caressed his hair softly. "But we were careful."

"I almost fucked you on the beach." He lifted his head from his chest.

"Having a hard on and pressing it against my bum while kissing my neck is hardly almost fucking, Koo." You touched his neck and shushed him back towards your bosom.

"We've been dating publicly for like a month and we've already been on the news four times."

"God, the strip club scandal was exhilarating." You reckoned.

"The whole picture was a work of art." He commented. "After the fright I kinda hoped I could meet the one who photoshopped it."

"Do you think they could send us a copy? It looked so hot," you said appreciatively.

"You looked so hot, with that cliché pink bob cut." He looked up at you from under his lashes.

"Got a new kink, baby? Stripper role play?" You smiled teasingly.

He blushed violently. "Not really. But you really looked hot with that hair." He toyed with your loose locks. "Even though I love your hair long."

"I can only wonder why." You let him in his comfort zone, still cuddling him.

"And then that time they spotted us outside the hotel."

"As if we needed an hotel to get laid." He said, half disappointed.

"And I was wearing your sweater, don't forget the kinky detail." You joked as he broke in giggles. "'Cause of course, if I'm wearing your sweater we must have done the nasty."

He started laughing even more. "Done the nasty, God that actually broke me."

"Next time we meet for lunch with my parents we'll tell them we're doing the nasty." You murmured in sarcasm.

"My mother called me that night asking me why I was taking you to an hotel when we've been sharing an apartment for almost a year." He said. "I told her we were there to meet your parents. She said she was glad I could get laid at my place."

You both exploded in laughter. His mom is great.

"Did you tell her you tried to corrupt me on a beach in Thailand?" You joked some more.

"Fuck, she'd laugh her eyes off." He kissed your breastbone innocently.

"They love making a fuss about us." You commented, combing his hair delicately.

"I don't understand why they can't let us be. If I want to take you bare against my window that's our fucking business. Wanna get naked in a private beach in the middle of nowhere, fucking let me!" He was getting upset and he sounded so absurdly cute.

"Bare against a window, uh?"

He blushed to the tip of his ears, half frustrated, half shy.

You loved his cute slip ups, when his more dominant persona jumped out.

"It's-- You know, we don't have to do it, I was just saying it as a joke." But his shy expression said otherwise.

"I don't oppose to it." You replied quietly.

He shuddered a little, but changed the topic of the conversation. "Sometimes I just wished it only the two of us. I wished we could just be two kids twenty and in love."

You already knew what he would say next. "No, I just want this strange normality with you. No other man could love me like you, you know it. And I don't want anything but you. But this."

This time you ignored all the sweet pressing of lips for an intense kiss, mouth against mouth, your hand already insinuating under his sweater.

"I promise you I'll find a more private location next time we go in holiday." He murmured, his voice covered in guilt.

"It's okay. As long as you're okay with it. We're a power couple. They can't help but watch."

"You looked incredible with that bikini, it would have been a shame if they didn't look." He kissed your jaw.

He meditated in silence for a couple seconds. You waited for him to drop his idea. "Do you think they'll see if we do the nasty in our balcony?"

You both laughed out loud. "Let's go."

[pinktintedmonocle]

Dedicated Followers of Fashion - A Cobra Kai Lawrusso Fanfic - Chapter 1

Daniel raised an eyebrow.  “That jacket is certainly something.  Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged.  “Can’t remember.  Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah?  Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

When Johnny wears his sleeveless denim jacket to sparring practice, long buried feelings begin to emerge between him and Daniel.  As they try to deal with their emotions, a few iconic outfits from their past make a reappearance.

Set post season 3, so beware spoilers if you haven’t finished it yet.

1992

“John Lawrence, here for the modelling gig.”

The receptionist looked at Johnny over the top of her wire rimmed glasses, pursing her lips in disapproval.

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know.  I ran outta juice half a mile from the nearest gas station and me and my friend Bobby had to push my Firebird – ”

“Just sign here”, said the woman, pushing a clipboard towards Johnny.  “Then take a left down there to get to costume and make-up.”

She pointed towards a corridor with a blood red nail and Johnny squiggled his signature then set off, walking briskly.  He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened by a harassed looking man in a brightly patterned shirt.

“Are you the model? You’re very late you know, we were expecting you almost an hour ago.”

“Yeah, I know”, said Johnny. “But my car -”

“I don’t care, just get in here”, said the man, dragging Johnny into the room and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Right, we need to get your clothes off and the baby oil on. Miranda!”

A small woman with a measuring tape around her neck materialised out of seemingly nowhere, brandishing a bottle of oil.  Together, Miranda and the man prepared Johnny for the shoot, styling his hair and oiling him up.  They gave him a pair of low rise designer jeans to change into; he quickly took off his own very much not-designer jeans and pulled them on.

“Right!” said the man, clapping his hands together and surveying his handiwork.  “I think you’re all good to go!  Oh – apart from one thing -”

He handed Johnny a sleeveless denim jacket and Johnny shrugged it on over his bare chest before the man pushed him out of the room and Miranda led him to the set.

After the shoot, Johnny walked up to the photographer.

“Hey, look I was just wondering if there are any more jobs like this going.  It’s just I could really use the money and -”

“Oh, there are plenty of jobs like this going.  For people who show up on time”, said the photographer, glaring at Johnny before walking off.

Back in the dressing room, Johnny scrubbed the baby oil angrily off his chest.  He tugged his own jeans and shirt back on before his eyes fell on the denim jacket, now draped over the back of a chair.  He slung it over one arm and left the building, more than ready for a beer with Bobby.

 2019

“Maybe our new logo could be an eagle eating a snake”, suggested Johnny, picking up a pencil and beginning a crude sketch.

“Needs to have a bonsai in it”, said Daniel, not looking up from his phone.

“Alright.  How about an eagle sitting in a bonsai eating a snake?”

Daniel tutted.  “An eagle can’t sit in a bonsai, Johnny. It’s too big, the bonsai would just topple over.”

Johnny dropped the pencil and huffed, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, why don’t you try and come up with some ideas, LaRusso, rather than just staring at crap on your phone?  What are you looking at, anyway?”

“Your Facebook page”, Daniel answered without missing a beat.  “And you’re right, it is crap.  Why is there a photo of you pouting while standing in front of a mural of some angel wings?”

“Oh shit, thought I’d got rid of that one”, said Johnny, pulling a face.  “Can you delete it for me while you’re there?”

Daniel sighed.  “No, Johnny, I can’t delete it for you, that’s not how it works.”  He was for silent for a moment, still scrolling, then smiled.

“This one of you and Miguel is nice, though.  You at a concert or something?”

“Yeah, Dee Snider, the most badass rocker ever.” Johnny stuck his tongue out and raised his hand to his mouth, two middle fingers held down, mimicking the pose in the photo.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “That jacket is certainly something. Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged. “Can’t remember.  Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah?  Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

Johnny threw the pencil at Daniel across the office they had set up in Miyagi-Do.  The smaller man caught it easily and scowled, but Johnny just grinned.

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso”, he said with a wink.

“Lucky me”, Daniel muttered, looking back down at his phone.

Johnny wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked like there was a faint blush on Daniel’s cheeks.

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Johnny could tell before he even got out of bed that it was going to be a swelteringly hot day.  He woke in the early hours of the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, the sheets sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

Eventually he got up and munched on cereal while aimlessly scrolling through Facebook on his laptop. (He had recently learnt that the box which asked him ‘What’s on your mind?’ was not a space for private thought, and that anything written in there could be seen by anyone else on Facebook. He discovered this after typing ‘How to take down Kreese and also what is cotton candy made of’ and Daniel had replied thirty seconds later with ‘You’re an idiot, Johnny’.)

As the heat continued to build Johnny took a cold shower before selecting an outfit for the day’s training.  He threw on shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and was just about to walk out of the bedroom when the denim jacket caught his eye, crumpled up on the floor of his closet.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Johnny picked it up, and before he could change his mind he shoved it into his gym bag and headed out of his apartment.

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“Good work today everyone”, said Daniel, nodding approvingly as the students filtered out of Miyagi-Do, wiping sweat off their foreheads and glugging from water bottles.

“Yeah, getting badass”, agreed Johnny.  “Barely any pussies among you now.  Well, apart from maybe you.”  He pointed at Demetri.

The pale boy looked offended.  “Hey, what’s wrong with me?  I thought I did pretty well today!”

“You did, Demetri”, Daniel said reassuringly, patting him on the back as he left and frowning at Johnny.

Johnny just smirked and glanced towards the house, thinking longingly of the ice cold Coors Banquet waiting for him in the newly installed refrigerator.

“Hey Sensei!”

Johnny turned to see Miguel standing in front of him.

“You wanna come over to mine for dinner tonight?  My mom says you’re welcome to join us if you don’t have any other plans.”

“Not tonight, kid. I’m gonna stay here for a bit, work on some new moves with LaRusso.  But another time, yeah?”

��Yeah, of course”, said Miguel with a smile.  “See you later, Sensei.”  He started to walk out of the dojo, waving goodbye to Daniel as he went before looping an arm around Sam’s shoulders.

When the kids had left, Daniel turned to Johnny.

“You hungry?”

Johnny shrugged.  “I could eat.”

He followed Daniel into the house, allowing his eyes to trail down the other man’s petite form.  It had been a while since Johnny had seen Daniel train in anything that wasn’t a tracksuit or a gi, but due to the temperature Daniel was dressed similarly to Johnny in shorts and a sleeveless workout top.  Johnny watched as Daniel’s long legs carried him out of the yard and inside, a slight sheen of sweat glinting on the tanned skin.  Johnny bit his lip and fetched his longed for beer from the refrigerator, taking a swig.

“You want a cold one, LaRusso?” he asked.

“Do you have any beer, or in fact any form of alcohol, that isn’t a Coors Banquet?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stick with water”, Daniel said dryly.  He turned around to start preparing the dinner and Johnny held up his middle finger behind his back.

As Daniel busied himself Johnny opened his gym bag, reaching inside and pulling out a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow.  He paused when he saw the jacket, scrunched up in the corner of the bag along with a can of deodorant and a packet of corn nuts.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Lucky me.

He took it out of the bag and pulled it on, feeling the rough denim scratch against his skin, before strutting back into the yard and sitting on the deck.  He sipped his beer as the early evening sun beat down, trying and failing to think of something that wasn’t Daniel LaRusso’s legs.

Daniel soon emerged from the house and strode over with two plates of food.  When he caught sight of Johnny he stopped mid-stride, mouth opening and closing a few times before he settled on just shaking his head.

Johnny grinned. “What?  Told you I’d wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that Johnny?” said Daniel, joining Johnny on the deck and handing him a plate and cutlery.

“I’m ridiculous?  You’re the one who has a dojo in an ornamental garden.”

“What, as opposed to a more sensible location for teaching children karate, like a public park or a seedy strip mall with faulty wiring?”

Johnny ignored the jibe and poked at his dinner with a fork, wrinkling his nose in distaste.  “A salad?”  He put the bowl down.  “Think I’ll go and grab a burger.”

“Really, Johnny?  You want something hot in this heat?”

“Maybe I do”, Johnny replied, making eye contact with the smaller man.

This time the blush that bloomed on Daniel’s cheeks was definitely not a trick of the light.

After a moment Daniel coughed and looked away.  “Come on Johnny, eat your salad.  It’s good, I swear.”

Johnny pulled a face again but still speared a carrot and a lettuce leaf with his fork and popped them in his mouth, munching nosily.  As green stuff went it actually wasn’t too bad.  Not that he would ever tell Daniel that.

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After dinner they discussed potential new moves they could teach their students for the tournament, Daniel diligently writing them all down while Johnny lounged on the deck, nursing another Coors Banquet.  (“Why don’t you just teach them that move you used on Kreese, the one that made his arms go limp?  Then we’d win no problem.” asked Johnny.  Daniel had rolled his eyes.  “Funnily enough, temporarily paralysing your opponent is considered an illegal move in a karate tournament for children.”  “But you can at least teach me, LaRusso.”  “I’m not doing that, Johnny.  You’d use it on anybody who annoyed you, which would mean practically everyone in the valley would have numb limbs.”)

Eventually Daniel put the pen down and stood up, offering a hand out to Johnny.  

“You wanna try putting some of these moves into action?”

Johnny nodded and clasped Daniel’s hand, letting the smaller man pull him up.  As he did, Johnny let his thumb rub gently over the back of Daniel’s hand for just a moment, noting with interest the slight but noticeable hitch in Daniel’s breathing as he did so.  He thought of the blush from earlier, the way the pink tinge had spread prettily across Daniel’s olive skin, and swallowed thickly.  The sensible thing would be to ignore these feelings, to push them back into the distant corner of his mind where they had been dwelling for the past three decades.  

But Johnny Lawrence was not good at doing the sensible thing.

Daniel started to warm up while Johnny did a few half-hearted stretches of his own.  Then they got into position in the middle of the yard.

“You gonna be able to move properly in that, Johnny?” asked Daniel, eyes flicking up and down Johnny’s denim clad torso.

“I can move in anything, LaRusso.  Don’t think you’ve got an advantage over me just because you’re wearing some fancy-ass designer workout gear and $300 sneakers.”

“Whatever, Johnny. You wanna start with the new set of kicks?”

They trained for about forty minutes, moving from the kicks to a new punching technique and then into some blocks (“Can’t we just keep punching?” Johnny had asked.  “’Cause you know, the best type of defence is just more offence.”  Daniel raised an eyebrow.  “That’s the winning attitude that got us into this mess to begin with.  Come on Johnny, let’s just try it my way, OK?”)  

The sun was low in the sky but it was still baking hot, and Johnny could feel the sweat running down his chest, exacerbated by the heavyweight denim.  It was worth it though.  Johnny hadn’t really planned what would happen once he’d put the jacket on, but the first time Daniel’s bare skin had come into contact with the fabric he had let out a breathy little gasp.  Johnny had then deliberately started to make sure his jacket touched Daniel whenever possible, and by the time they had worked through most of the new moves Daniel was looking dishevelled, hair unruly and falling into his eyes, skin slick with sweat, breath ragged.  He lashed out with a front kick and Johnny blocked as planned, but rather than backing off he spun Daniel around and pulled him into an embrace so the smaller man’s back was flush against his chest before dragging his jacket slowly over Daniel’s damp skin.  Daniel shuddered and let out a small whimper.  He went to move away but Johnny grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in so that they were face to face.  Johnny let go of Daniel’s wrist, moving his hand instead to the other man’s waist, letting his fingers rub over the slight swell of softness at Daniel’s middle.  

“Johnny”, Daniel breathed, voice breaking, eyes wide, leaning in just ever so slightly.

Johnny gulped.  This was dangerous territory; flirting was one thing, but they were now on the verge of something else entirely.  An image of Carmen and Miguel flashed into his mind, happily chatting away at their family meal, and he felt a sudden rush of guilt. Daniel was still staring at him with those big doe eyes, and he suspected that if he went in for a kiss the smaller man wouldn’t resist him.

Instead he stepped back, arms dropping to his sides, almost tripping over a rock as he put some distance between him and Daniel (who designs a dojo with freaking great lumps of stone in it, anyway?  And Daniel had the nerve to criticise him for being unsafe).

“Uh”, he said, throat dry, voice coming out low and scratchy.  “That was good.  I mean, good – uh – session.  With the new moves.”

Daniel just stared at him for a moment before he seemed to come to his senses.

“Uh, yeah”, he said, clearing his throat.  “Good, uh, good work Johnny.”

“Uh, yeah.  You too”, said Johnny, gesturing vaguely in Daniel’s direction.  They were both silent for a second and then they both spoke at once.

“It’s getting late, I should –”

“So I need to get back –”

They smiled tightly at each other.

“See you tomorrow, LaRusso”, Johnny said awkwardly.

“Yeah.  Tomorrow.”

Johnny fetched his stuff from the house and left by the front door, slinging his bag into the back seat of his car.  He pulled out of the driveway, glancing for a second in the rear view mirror.  Daniel stood in the doorway, watching him, an unreadable expression on his face.

At home, Johnny peeled off the denim jacket and threw it back into the closet.  He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and drank it in one before cracking open another and sitting down in front of the TV.  He let a mindless action film wash over him until he felt his eyelids start to droop and he drifted off on the couch to dreams of long legs and big eyes and a soft New Jersey accent that just whispered Johnny, Johnny, Johnny over and over again.

[messwriting]

summer day | kuroo t.

Summary: Kuroo is a bad boy. Allegedly. 

Note: KUROO MODERN FAMILY AU. Small drabble. MARRIED FLUFF. I just saw that episode and Kuroo as Phil planted itself in my mind, I take no responsibility in it. The only warnings in this is Kuroo’s fashion sense and him being repeatedly owned by his girls. 

You watch from some distance while your horrible new neighbors start wreaking havoc in front of their houses in a disguise of washing their two flame clad pickups and huge ass quadricycle. The worst part being their teenage boy's sense of fashion, in ripped jeans hanging low on his hip bones and the sleeveless black shirt paired with the plaid jacket tied on his waist. Enough amount of silver rings and metal chains to set the metal detectors in any airport and long hair close to his shoulders needing nicer conditioning. Paired with his fashion sense it’s your younger genius daughter’s standards because the bad boy act of the long-haired boy it’s working for her, having your otherwise uninterested girl blushing after he says something to her that you can’t quite hear but has been on the receiving end during your young years enough to know it’s flirty by the way he looks at her through his downcast eyes and mischievous smile.

You grunt - a literal, high pitched grunt - from where you are standing, repressing the urge to throw the mug you’re holding at the boy’s head. From inside the house, your older daughter laughs as if she’s accusing you of being overprotective and maybe she is. 

You truly don’t have favorites between your three kids, but you do have an urge to protect your genius daughter more than the other and to baby your young and only son from time to time. Your older has always been more independent, fearless, and popular, maybe not so bright on paper, but the definition of street smart and you sometimes wonder if that’s because you got pregnant with her while just finishing college and both of you had to learn lots of things by yourselves. 

As if on cue, your husband comes behind you, grin on his lips, and quick to pick up on your annoyance at the flirting going on just a few meters away. 

“I thought you’d be happy that she’s making friends with the neighbors.” Kuroo offers while giving you a kiss to your temple, a habit of years of dating preserved even after years of marriage.

“I’d prefer if she despised the neighbors as she does her, and I quote, ‘inaccurate biology teacher’.” You move your finger as you remember your daughter moving it while telling you how insufferable her biology teacher was and how the hell didn’t he knew that whatever thing did the other whatever thingy, was she an absolute illiterate?!

“The one from before the AP-bio?” Kuroo muses, lips jutting while he thinks back, a frown telling you he does remember your younger daughter hate for that particular teacher.

“Yeah.”

“Wow. That’s ruthless. The neighbors would be appalled.” You smile at his suggestion, bringing your mug to your lips and Kuroo laughs at your mischief. 

“I just…” You start and throw your hands to the air in frustration. “When it’s the bad boy phase going to pass? Can’t we just skip it to the captain of whatever team phase?”

“Oh, we do know how much you prefer the captain of whatever team’s phase.” Your husband coos, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly, a sly grin on his lips. “You’ve been stuck in it for years.”

You scoff. Rolls your eyes at him. Look at your daughter now trying to look inconspicuous while she subtle watches the neighbor kid washing his overpriced and flashy quadricycle.

“Can’t he even be more ridiculous? He could just have the standard bad boy motorcycle, but no. Not enough. He needs a quadricycle.”

“C’mon, she’s our genius girl. She’ll snap out of it when he fails on algebra or something.”

“Please. Look at those abs.” Comes your older daughter retort, eyeing both you and your husband with all the shades of judgment. “She’s already smart, maybe she wants something else.”

“Oh god.” You literally groan. And honestly, you’ve been her age. You’ve had your fair share of staring at pretty and strong boys running and doing their boyish things (not to say doing other things with said pretty and strong boys), you get it. Just… does it have to be him?

From their front lawn barbecue and through blasting music, his mother - your neighbor - smiles at you and waves, all shades of fake. You hold in the hiss right when it’d pass your lips. Okay, so maybe your problem isn’t the kid.

“You know, you’re a tough one to figure out.” Kuroo says closer to your ear in his best attempt to sound sexy and alluring. He could’ve succeeded - if it weren’t for the khaki pants and button-up short-sleeves floral shirt while he drinks the brightest pink drink ever with a yellow umbrella. Laidback Sunday attire. Says he. You just turn to him with a curved eyebrow and questioning look.

“And why is that?” Somehow you crack a smile at his face - all expectancy wrapped in a boyish glint that makes him look years younger. Maybe reminiscent of your college years.

“You don’t like bad boys and yet -” There’s a clear pause for dramatic purpose while he grins at you suggestively. “You married one.”

You groan, again, and tries to fight the urge to facepalm.

“I thought we’d had the falling contraceptives to blame for that.” Comes your older daughter remark, with an eyebrow raised much like your own.

“Hey!” Kuroo squawks while you laugh and try to hold your shoulders from trembling too hard with it. 

“It’s your snappy genes. Don’t even look at me.” You hold your hands upwards and smiles amused while moving closer to where your older is sitting while snapping pictures of the summer day for her insta, probably. Your middle one is finally wrapping her talk with the neighbor after noticing how crowded the front of the house suddenly got. 

“I thought we had my genes to blame for their geniality.” Kuroo sighs and all the eyes are on him.

“You wish.” Comes the joint response of the three women in his life. Completed with lookalike faces and judgmental looks.  

Kuroo gasp, dramatic as ever. 

 “I feel ganged upon!” Kuroo half-yells and smiles, tender.  He gets whoever’s closer to him, being your oldest, and mess up her hair between her cries of protests and glares.

“Girls stay together in this household.” You conclude, crossing your arms while you watch as both your daughters go inside the house after your husband's antics. Though your middle one is clearly laughing at your older expenses. 

You kind of feel old and have the urge to go back to a time where they’d both would come running to your arms, instead. You don’t know if Kuroo notices your mood or if he’s just being as affectionate as ever, but you don’t even blink before his arms are involving you in a strong hug. Your husband smiles down at you, proud and happy and all shades of lovingly and murmurs against your skin while laying a kiss on your temple: “As they should.”

[espresseo-cafe]

sweet truth | johnny seo | oneshot

pairing: johnny x fem!reader

coffee type: syrup

bean count: 987

a/n: we all need a bf!johnny don’t we? he’s really a boyfriend material i could give hundreds of reasons why ☺️ anyway, happy reading and stay safe! 📖☕️

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with all the things going on, you found yourself busy with homework, updating your blog on coffee places to go, and a constant spam of messages from mark. it had been completely fifteen minutes that he messaged you non-stop and taking a peek on your phone, you already received probably about a hundred messages of ‘y/n’s’.

you picked up the call when you figure the younger lad had enough of your ignorance.

“y/n!” you held back your head a bit with the loud echoing of his voice from the other line. “can you come over? johnny hyung’s been complaining about social distancing and won’t stop fake crying saying that he misses you big time.”

“he’s such a big baby.” you stood up, “just hold on, i’m almost done with my work.” taking some stuff from the kitchen cabinet and fridge, you told him, “guess what, i’ll head straight to the dorms and we’ll make cupcakes, pronto.”

distant cheers and happy yeses heard from little lion, “thanks y/n! you’re such a life sav-... and she hung up on me. nice.”

johnny laughed heartily, “hahaha, she’s such a mom. man i love her.”

“you could’ve called her herself, hyung.” mark stretched his legs on the couch, “but hey we’re all finally seeing her after like, a month or so?”

“i lost count that i forgot i was living with a bunch of lazy butts.” taeyong came out of the kitchen with garbage bags in his hands, “i’m the real mom here.”

“ey you finally acknowledged it!” donghyuck laughed, attempting to throw a ball of tissue as if it were a basketball, only to have taeyong’s shoulder hit. “oops.”

“anyway, we gotta get this place tidy before y/n arrives.” johnny took the laundry, gesturing the other guys to help with.

“you’re such a dad, johnny.” jaehyun put away his basketball while patting the older one’s back.

you walked towards your boyfriend’s dorms when there weren’t much people around. it was such an intimidating time to go out however you knew you had to take a lot of precautions in a crucial time like this. the muffled noises of the boys made you snicker on how they were supposed to arrange the dorm, knowing you would be arriving later today. you rang the doorbell and their immediate silence made you hold your mouth even if it was covered with a mask, giggling inside.

the door flung open and you saw your boyfriend standing in front of you wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, showing his muscles, and his hair combed back by his hand. “hi babe. miss me?”

you tiptoed as you took off your mask to give him a peck on the cheek. “more like you did. hi boys! let’s make cupcakes.”

the rest of the guys cheered like little kids and yuta and doyoung immediately took the ingredients from your hands, helping out to set the working area.

“my first kiss from y/n after a month of isolation.” johnny said, holding his cheek while he looked at you with heart eyes.

“such a drama queen, babe.” you poked his nose, starting to teach everyone on making cupcakes and frosting.

as you did so, johnny took his camera and began snapping photos. it had been a while since the guys did anything productive during these times. the more he looked at his viewfinder, he noticed that your attention was on the leisure and the boys. not him or his camera like you used to, like what he was used to. selfish he may think, but you were his and only his. he loved his friends, but why did he feel so negative all of a sudden?

“okay, while the cupcakes are baking, do you mind buying drinks? i completely forgot about them.” you closed the oven and set the timer.

“cool, we’re having a movie marathon after this. good timing.” taeyong said, wearing his snapback while the others followed him out of the door.

you cleaned the countertop and you felt eyes gauging at the back of your head. before you could even turn around, johnny’s arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting by your shoulder. he gently swayed you both from side to side. you hummed at the sweet affection from johnny, you missed his embrace that you mentally cursed at yourself for forgetting that this was one of your favorite traits of his.

“you’re unfair, y/n.” he said in a soft voice, sending chills down your spine, “i called you here but you spend more time with the boys, not your boyfriend.”

curling your tongue, and turned to face him. you held his hands and locked them between yours, “were you jealous?”

“super.”

“i’m sorry, i got excited to teach. i’ll focus on you now.”

he gave you a gummy smile, you could swear that you’d pinch his cheeks for being such an adorable being. he pulled you closer so that your foreheads were meeting before leaning in for a kiss on your lips. “that’s more like it.”

“ah hyung’s too pda!” mark slammed the door open, “we’ll get the popcorn ready.”

“stranger things 3 or money heist?” doyoung asked, turning netflix on while donghyuck readied the sofabeds.

everyone decided on a money heist marathon. you and johnny sat beside each other with pillows, this changed when you slept halfway through the season that you had your whole body stretched out while johnny became a sausage pillow. he figured that you were tired from all the work you crammed on that it finally crept up on you. plus, seeing his beloved sleeping soundly on his arm facing him with your arms around his waist had him melting. you must’ve been so lonely all by yourself at your apartment. he carressed your long hair and took off your hairtie for more comfort, giving you soft kisses on your temple and forehead.

“dang that was good!” donghyuck said out loud, the marathon all finished. “ah she’s sleeping.”

“shush.” johnny placed his finger by his lips, then rubbing your back. “you guys go get dinner. i have someone to tend for.”

[namluve]

chapter 4: the night

paring: kim taehyung x reader

genre: collage AU, fuckboy!taehyung, student!reader, fluff & smut

rating: 18+

warnings: drinking, soft dom!taehyung, sub!reader, dirty talk, oral m receiving, fingering, thigh grinding, multiple orgasms, rough sex, protected sex, lube, choking, rope play, praise, slut calling once, hair pulling, choking

word count: 5.0K

summary: Oh how a single night can change your entire life. Drunken on wine, you spill the tea on how none of your previous ex’s could satisfy your needs in bed. Taehyung being your very experianced friend offers you a tempting offer you can’t seem to get of your mind. The question that remains is, will you let him?

note: I know it’s been a while but finally it’s here! hope you enjoy! 

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Groaning as you wake up, you realize you are in Taehyung’s bed and not your own. Oh right, you spend the night at Taehyung’s because you helped him home last night. Turning around, you see Taehyung sleeping soundly beside you and you smile. As you laid there, watching him for a bit, your stomach started to growl. Hungry, you decided to go over to the kitchen and find something to eat. Cook some breakfast for the two of you if you could find any eggs or so. Finding his kitchen being mostly empty and medicine cabin out of painkillers, you decide to go to the nearest store and get some, along with some breakfast.

Waking up, Taehyung found himself alone in his bed, searching for your body. When he could not feel it anywhere in the bed, he began to slightly panic, looking around his room for you. Dragging his body up from bed he called out your name as he walked out of his room, but he got no reply. Great, you had probably gone home, he thought to himself as he walked back in his room. As he laid down on his bed, he quickly fell asleep again. This time cold, alone and worried he had scared you away.

The next time he woke up it was by someone murmuring his name softly and slightly shaking his arm. Whining, Taehyung opened his eyes to be meet by yours. He was laying on his side and you were crouching beside his bed, your face eye level to his. Your hand softly rubbing circles now on Taehyung arms.

“I thought you left” He softly spoke, and you shook your head.

“I just went to the store to by us breakfast and some painkillers for you. Thought you might need them.” You explained, and he let out a quiet ‘ahh’ before wincing and holding a hand to his head. His headache was getting the best of him.

“Here take this.” You say as you take the glass of water and painkiller of his nightstand and in your hands, holding it in front of him. Gratefully he takes the glass and says ‘thank you’ before putting the painkiller in his mouth and drinking the whole glass of water. Taehyung looked tired with bags under his eyes and posture sunken. He looked at you softly, taking in your features and he thinks about his question one more time before finally asking.

“Cuddle me.”

“What?” You could not believe what he had asked but still the thought had crossed your mind. The two of you did cuddle last night and never had you felt so at home in someone else’s arms.

“Come on, just get down here.” Taehyung held up the covers for you to scoot in next to him. Nothing bad could happen, right? So, you decided to lay down next to him and let him put his arms around you and pull you close. The two of you laid there for a while, making small talk and laughing about stories that you told each other. It was a peaceful Sunday morning for the two of you as you spent it in bed, talking, laughing, getting to know each other.

The next couple of days flew by quickly and it was finally Friday, which meant you and your friends would meet up, drink wine and complain about school once again. This time at Hoseok’s apartment.

“I can’t believe you had a threesome… You out of all people!” Lea exclaimed, pointing at Hoseok who looked offended.

“Excuse me, who did you think had more of a chance at a threesome than me?” Hoseok defended himself and suddenly Lea’s eyes landed on yours.

“Well duh, she has Taehyung in her pawn, I bet Jungkook would wanna join or something someday.” Choking on your wine as laughter filled the room you were quick to defend yourself.

“I do not have Taehyung in my pawn and, also, no. That would never happen!” Smiling at you Lea took a sip of her wine before talking again.

“Never say never, I mean, you do suddenly run out in the middle of the night to meet him.” She was right, you had left in the middle of the night to help Taehyung. But it was not like she made it seem to be.

“That was to help him get home.”

“Still… you did also stay the night at his.” Hoseok chirped in. Damn could that boy never keep his mouth in check.

“Once again, to help him because he was drunk. Nothing more, nothing less.” Or, at least that is what you wanted to believe. That it did not matter, that all it was, was a friend helping another friend.

“He is nobody, he is my English assignment partner and I’m sure he called me because I was the last person he texted or something.” You continued and this time it was Nora who spoke.

“Still… if you are the last person he texted, the two of you must talk an awful lot outside of your classes. And, you did go out in the middle of the night to help him the second he called you.”

“I would also do that for any of you, it’s-“ Lea cut you of midway through your sentence.

“That’s because we mean something to you, and it seems like Taehyung does too.” A silence settled in the room with the uncomfortable truth. You had been denying it for a while now, but the wine was somehow making you see clearer. You did have some sort of feelings for Taehyung. What they were you could not fully pinpoint but there were there. Out in the open.

“Be careful not to fall for him to hard. He is not really the relationship type of you guy know?” Yoongi softly spoke, breaking the silence. You looked him in the eye as you sighed and tried to find the right words.

“I know… It’s just…. It’s like there are two sides of him” You began as you started thinking more of the Taehyung you had gotten to know. The one who asked you to stay in bed with him, just because he wanted to cuddle. The one who heard out your apology and wanted to make it right with you. The one who wanted to be your friend.

“There is this side that I see of him when I’m with him and there is this side that he puts up when he is with others. The side that I hear people say I should be aware of but, truth to be told, all I’ve ever seen is a boy who wants to be loved and appreciated.” After you spoke the words that had been going through your head lately out loud, a silence fell in the room before the doorbell rang and announced that your pizza had arrived. The rest of the night was almost a blur to you. Talking, joking and playing games with your friends.

As Monday arrived, you went to school as usual. Tomorrow was your last lesson with Taehyung before the assignment would be done. You smiled at the thought of it. Finally, you would be able to have him the way you wanted. Your thoughts wandered at the thought of you and him, in bed. What would he do to you? Was he big? Would he make you cum? Your thoughts were disturbed when you bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed and as you turned around, you saw that you had bumped into Jungkook. Smiling at you, he shook his head.

“No worries! I’m sorry too, I didn’t see you.” Nodding, you turned around, ready to continue heading towards your locker but stopped when Jungkook called out your name.

“You were with Taehyung the night of the party, right?” Jungkook asked and you nodded.

“He told me someone helped him, but he didn’t say who. Figured it was probably you.” Tilting your head at Jungkook’s words you could not help but wonder.

“Why’d you think it was me?” Smiling at the ground, Jungkook took a deep breath before answering you.

“Well… he has been spending a lot of time with you lately. That’s all. I have to go to class now though, see you later?” Nodding, you smiled at him and the two of you went your separate ways. Jungkook to his class and you to your locker. On your way you thought of what Jungkook had said. It was almost as if he wanted to tell you more but could not. When you opened your locker to get your books, you were surprised to find a gift inside of it. A small box with a red ribbon on top of it. Picking it up, you examined it. Finding a small letter attached to it.

Thanks for helping me xxx

You knew who it was from, butterflies filling your belly so with a smile, you opened the box. Inside was a small candle, vanilla scented. Your favourite. Putting it back into your locker, you got your books and walked over to class. You had to see Taehyung later today. You had to thank him in person.

When class was over, you texted Taehyung asking if you could come over to his in the evening which he responded ‘sure’ to. Looking over your underwear drawer you decided to wear a matching piece. The colour was baby blue and hugged your curves perfectly. Your but being on full display in the string and your breasts pushed up by the push up bra. Taehyung had a thing for schoolgirls, this you had found out. Picking up the same black skirt you had last time you decided to match it with a white sleeveless polo top. Putting up your hair in a bun to keep it out of the way for whatever you might be doing tonight, you applied some light makeup before leaving.

As you knocked on his apartment door, Taehyung opened it. Dressed in grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and his hair still slightly wet from the shower he had taken you could not help but to stare a bit. Biting your lip as your eyes wandered, Taehyung could not help but to swallow down the thoughts he was thinking right now. You, biting your lip, checking him out with your bare legs on display thanks to that short skirt. Was it the one you wore when he fingered you in class? Taehyung thought to himself, feeling proud over the fact that you probably picked it out just for him.

“Come in.” He told you, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes meet his as he stepped away from the door so you could enter his apartment. Walking in, you suddenly started to feel nervous. As you took of your jacket and shoes, Taehyung closed the door behind you. When you turned around to face him, he was leaning against the door. Looking picture perfect as always.

“I wanted to thank you.” You began, and Taehyung tilted his head. Waiting for you to continue. “For the candle, you really didn’t have to” Smiling, Taehyung shook his head.

“You didn’t have to help my drunk ass home, still you did. It was the least I could do.” It felt like your head was dizzy in a good way. Love drunk because of Taehyung’s sweet words and because you were reminded of the fact that the assignment would all be over tomorrow. You had even already sent it in earlier today. Taehyung looked way to good right now for you not to kiss him. That was all you could think about. How badly you wanted his lips on yours.

“I still want to thank you.” You said, trying to be confident. That was what guys liked right? Walking nervously up to Taehyung, trying your best not to show how weak he made you. “Maybe I could show you?” You continued as you stood in front of him. Taehyung was intrigued. God did he want you to show him how thankful you were if the two of you were thinking of the same thing. Hesitantly, you placed your hands on his shoulders, letting them wander further back to play with the end of his long curly hair.

“I thought you wanted to wait until the assignment was over?” Taehyung asked and you nervously bit your lip. Fuck, could you not do that? He thought.

“I sent my part in today, is yours also done?” Nodding at your question, Taehyung leaned in a little closer to you. Your foreheads almost touching.

“Then… we are done with it, aren’t we?” Taehyung let out a breathy ‘yeah’ at your question and closed his eyes slightly. Consumed by you, Taehyung reminded himself that he needed to make sure the two of you were on the same page.

“We need to establish some basic rules… Do you know how to use colours? It’s common to use colours when checking in on your partner during sex. Do you know what I’m talking about?” Nodding, Taehyung almost frowned. He needed you to say it.

“Explain to me the colours.”

“Green means all is good. Yellow means I’m not comfortable but don’t want to stop entirely. Red means I want it all to stop.” At your words, Taehyung brought his hands to your waist. Sneaking his hands underneath your shirt, caressing the skin.

“Good girl,” he praised before continuing. “Now… Will you let me take care of you? Have my way with you?” You quickly nodded but soon remembered that Taehyung liked it when you were vocal. Telling him what you wanted.

“Yes please.”

“Please?” Taehyung slightly shook his head, a smile on his lips. “My, my what a good girl you are.” His praise went straight down to your core and now you could not deny yourself the one thing you had wanted the whole time you had been here with him.

You closed the distance between the two of you and kissed him. Nipping at the back of his hair as you tried to deepen it as soon as possible but Taehyung slightly chuckled, pulling away from you.

“Someone is eager huh?” So far, no one had ever made you this wet by only sweet talking you and kissing you once. Taehyung was something else indeed. You needed more, you desperately needed more.

“Please.” You did not know what you were asking for in all honesty. You just knew you needed something, and Taehyung could see right through you as your thighs were glued together to one and other. Looking for any kind of friction that could be provided to your core. For this, Taehyung had an idea. He wanted to try something he had been thinking about for a while. He took hold of your arms that were wrapped around his neck, bringing them down in front of you.

“Follow me.” Taking your hand in his, he led you to his bedroom where he sat down on his bed. Not many days ago the two of you were cuddling here, the memory still fresh in your head.

Standing in front of him, you were ready to get down on your knees for him. That was not what Taehyung had in mind though as he took hold of your waist, placing you on his right thigh, one leg on either side. Your hands immediately found their way around his neck for support. Confused, you looked at him waiting for him to tell you what he wanted you to do. Taehyung leaned forward. Whispering in your ear.

“My girl… Could you ride my thigh? Think you could make a mess on my thigh?” He cooed in your ear and you immediately closed your legs around his thigh, trying to get any friction at all to your now aching core. His hands went to your waist, his big hands firmly placed around it. You were not sure if you would be able to cum like this, on his thigh like he wanted but you would be damned if you would not try when he took charge like this.

Taehyung grabbed your hips and pulled you forward, and backwards. Helping you with a slow riding pace that had you let out a low moan at the friction on your core.

“Colour.” He demanded, and you took a deep breath as you tried to steady your voice before answering him. Still it came out as a moan.

“Green.” At your answer, Taehyung brought his thigh up a little, bouncing it slightly at the pace that he had set for your hips. Looking at you, eyes closed, immersed with pleasure as you tried holding in your moans, Taehyung could not help but smile. You were so responsive to him and he loved it.

“Fuck… You look so good…” He praised and you moaned loudly, your hole clenching around nothing. As you started feeling the tight knot in your core tighten you wanted to go faster, harder. Taehyung noticed your change of pace and held your hips even harder, stopping you from going faster. You whined at the teasing, the stimulation that was never quite enough to send you over the edge.

“What was that? Does my girl want to cum?” He asked you and you could not help but moan. My girl, there was something in you that would ignite every time he called you that.

“Please,” you moaned, realizing Taehyung was not going to give you anything without you begging for it. Suddenly, he started moving your hips faster, your head falling against his shoulder as the stimulation became almost overbearing. The tight knot in your stomach tightening even more.

“Then cum.” With Taehyung’s command, you came. White particles in your eyes. Cunt clenching around nothing. Heavily breathing against his shoulder, body slumped and relaxed in Taehyung’s arms. He brought his arms around you, hugging you.

“It’s okay, you did so good.” He whispered in your ear, placing small kisses on your neck and cheek. Once you regained your breath, you sat up to look at him. No one had ever made you cum this hard before. It was something you had only been able to achieve on your own. Brushing his hand through your hair as you came down, Taehyung continued to quietly praise you.

Never had anyone made you cum by just riding their thigh. The thought of it making you even wetter. As you sat up straight and opened your eyes you saw Taehyung smiling, removing a strand of hair from your face, as if he was searching for your face.

“We don’t have to continue… unless you want to?” His words made you shake your head and then smile at him.

“No, I want to.” at this, Taehyung could not hide the big grin on his face as you continued “I just need a second.”

“That’s okay baby girl. Take all the time you need.” At his reassurance, you dropped your head on his shoulder. Leaning slightly against his body you rested for a bit. Slowing down your breathing, getting comfortable in his arms. When you started to come back from your orgasm you felt Taehyung's hard member against your thigh, mouth watering at the thought of it. You desperately wanted to please him.

Standing up from Taehyung’s lap, leaving him confused, you dropped down on your knees in front of him. Hands on his thighs, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“May I?” You would ask and Taehyung almost groaned. “I want to please you” Taehyung could barely believe what he was hearing. Spreading his thighs, he let you get comfortable in between them. You were such a good submissive to him. Always asking for permission, always doing what he tells you to do.

Taehyung gets lost in his thoughts, barely acknowledging your hands on his hips, trying to take of his pants. This was not like him, he thought. He was always in one hundred percent control. Somehow, you managed to distract him, make him lose control. Lifting himself up a bit, helping you take of his pants.

“Yeah, go ahead baby,” he encouraged, and you felt tingles in your core again. Never had that happened so quickly just after an orgasm.

His cock was way bigger than anything you had had before, and your mouth watered at the thought of it. You did not even notice the moan that left your mouth as you gripped his cook with one of your hands and Taehyung felt as if he was on cloud nine. He was not going to last long if you kept looking like that. Reacting that way. Being absolutely at his mercy.

Pumping it up and down at a slow pace, you found yourself wanting it in your mouth. So, you decided to go with it. Circling your tongue around the tip as your hand continued to pump him slowly, keeping it at the base of his cock. You looked absolutely gorgeous with your lips around his cock, Taehyung thought. So good that he could cum just from the sight of it all. Quiet groans left Taehyung’s mouth as you started taking him deeper in your mouth.

Taehyung realized he was soon on the edge and had to stop you. His hands gripping your hair, pulling your head backwards. Mouth wide open, spit drooling down your lips as you looked at him, Taehyung felt as if he was in love.

“Undress and get on the bed.” Releasing your hair, Taehyung stared down at you as you tried to collect your thoughts. It was as if your head was spinning with pure bliss and the sight of Taehyung sitting back like that… fuck.

“Now.” Taehyung's commanding voice snapped you out of your daze as you tried to collect yourself. Standing up, you removed your clothing and laid down on the bed. Your hands covering your breasts as you felt exposed. You could hear Taehyung ‘tsk’ as his footsteps started to sound further away. Turning your head, you saw that he went over to his closet, brining some items with him. He was naked now as well and you could not help but to stare at his lean body, mouth dry and lost for words.

Taehyung smirked when he saw that you were checking him out, but he was not pleased that you had covered yourself. Hence, he decided to get the rope out of his closet. Wanting desperately to see how you would look tied up and at his mercy.

When he reached you, you saw the rope in his hands and immediately pulled your hands together and stretched them out towards him. He took the rope around your hands, twisting it around like the bdsm website had told him to, making sure you could not get out of it. Although Taehyung loved bdsm, he had not had many partners that were willing to test it with him. So, when you spilled your secret over that glass of wine many nights ago, he could not help but wonder what it would be like to try out some of his fantasies with you.

When Taehyung looked at you after tying your hands to the bed you answered him ‘green’ before he could even ask the question. Taehyung praised you at this, for being such a good girl. He then moved away from you and you whined, tugging at the restraints. You wanted to be touched.

“Patience,” he warned, before opening the drawer and pulling out a condom and lube. As he opened the condom and put it over his cock you looked over at the lube, cheeks heating up.

“Will that really be necessary?” You asked and Taehyung looked at you, following your eyes that were glued to the lube bottle. He picked it up and placed some on his dick, getting even more lube on the condom before putting it down.

“Probably not,” he answered your question before he got on top of you, “but I want to be extra sure. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort.” You nodded, he had it all planned out and you were grateful for that. Grateful for all the ways he made sure you were comfortable.

His hand found its way down to your core that ached to be touched. His fingers sliding up and down your wet slit, but right now… You needed more.   

“Please Taehyung…” So… you begged, “please put your cock in me… I need it.” Taehyung felt as if he was in a daze and removed his fingers. Normally, he would scoff, not letting the sub get what they want just because they beg. But you were not any sub, you were you and Taehyung had quite a hard time saying no to you.  

“Such a filthy mouth you got baby,” he praised as he positioned himself at your entrance, “you ready?” Looking into his eyes you nodded before saying ‘please’ once last time. Feeling as if you are going to die if he does not fuck you soon. Never had you felt this desperate before. It was as if Taehyung had awoken something in you, something new, something exciting, something you craved.

You could not help but let out a moan when he entered you. His eyes never leave on your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. When he felt you relaxing under him, taking a deep breath as you tried to move your hip upwards, try and make him go deeper, he complied. Going deeper until he bottomed out. Letting out a low moan as he did. Taehyung captured your lip, savouring you as the hungry man he was before he started moving his hips, going at a slow pace but slamming into you hard each time. Your lips quickly left his as you moaned, and Taehyung smirked. Loving how much you were losing yourself into it.

“Baby… you take my cook so well. Feel so tight around me.” He praises you and you feel the need to desperately touch him, but you were quickly reminded that you cannot. The rope keeping your hands exactly where Taehyung tied them to the bed. He watched you as you tried to get out of them and smiled as he picked up the pace.

Your moans filled the room and if you were to actually think clearly, you would be worried about the neighbours hearing the two of you. None of that was any of your concern right now as Taehyung’s cock felt so good. Like, as if you could potentially cum from just his cock. Never did you think that would even be possible, considering you previous hook-ups.

Taehyung was determined to make you cum once more before he did and so, he started playing with your clit. Circling it slowly at first, enjoying how frustrated and fucked out you looked.

“Does baby want to cum?” He would ask and you could barely make any sounds. So, when you did not give him an answer, he stopped all his movements. His dick deep inside of you, hand moving from your clit towards your throat.

“I asked you a question.” Taehyung said before grabbing your throat lightly in his hand. You could cum like this, you could absolutely cum like this. Truth to be told, Taehyung needed a break so he would not cum to fast. So, he took this as an excellent opportunity to tease you. You tried to answer him, but all that came out was strangled undistinguishable words.

“Aww… does baby have a hard time speaking?” He mocked, clearly amused by what position you were in.

“Don’t worry, I know what you want. All sluts always want the same thing,” with that said, Taehyung released his grip on your throat and placed your legs on his shoulders as he began fucking you at a high speed. Going in hard and fast, you felt as if you were in heaven. Once his finger found your clit again you were quickly put over the edge. Taehyung came as you clenched around him, not being able to hold himself even longer.

As you came down from your orgasm, Taehyung came down from his and removed your legs from his shoulders once he did. As soon as he regained his breath, he untied your hands and got off you. Standing up, he took of the condom, tying it before going to the bathroom with it to throw it in the trash.

While waiting for Taehyung to come back, you decided to pull the covers over your body. Peacefully resting and thinking about the amazing sex you had just had. You had never felt so intimate, so close to someone ever before. The thought of Taehyung coming back and lying in bed with you made your heart race and the butterflies in your stomach fly. You just wanted to be close with him, cuddle him, kiss his nose.

Taehyung came back a minute later with a glass of water in his hands and with boxer briefs on. He smiled when he looked over at your resting body. You were exhausted and Taehyung felt a little proud over the fact.

“Drink this.” He said as he reached you and held out the glass for you. Muttering ‘thank you’ as you sat up, taking the glass from him. You did not realise how thirsty you were before you started drinking the water, drinking it all quickly. Giving back the empty cup to Taehyung who placed it on the nightstand beside you were he had placed the rope. Reaching out, you took his hand in yours.

“Cuddle me,” you said while pouting, trying to act as cute as possible, make Taehyung fall for it. It worked of course since Taehyung had already fallen for you. Smiling as he crawled over you so that he could lay down next you.

Once your body was flushed against his, you the little spoon and him the big one you felt safe and at peace. As you were drifting to sleep you let your thoughts out of your mind, accidently speaking them out loud.

“I… I think I love you…”

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