#custom waste drawer

[retaliationgraphics]

Kitchen in New York An illustration of a sizable transitional l-shaped eat-in kitchen with a dark wood floor and an island, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, a gray backsplash, and a stone slab backsplash.

[jennyjustbeatit]

Dining in New York Remodeling ideas for a sizable transitional l-shaped medium tone wood floor eat-in kitchen with a single-bowl sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, limestone countertops, gray backsplash, stone slab backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and an island.

[dmabs]

Transitional Kitchen - Kitchen

[svarte-troner]

Kitchen Dining (New York)

[demasiadasmalasideas]

New York Transitional Kitchen

[shagtective]

Philadelphia Kitchen Pantry

Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless carpeted kitchen pantry remodel with flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets and white backsplash

[fishmech]

noone needs a dictionary of a form that meaningfully can be said to be owned lol you can just pirate that shit

A hard zero for me.

[gguk-n]

The Exception (Max Verstappen x Reader)

Summary- 4 times Max let y/n get away with whatever she wanted and 1 time he didn't.

I just have so much love for maxie and I wanna show it so it came out as this. Hope you like it!! I hope maxie is only loved tbh

Max was very young when he had moved to a Netherland. If someone asked him when it was, he'd probably never be able to tell. But he could tell you about the annoying neighbours he had growing up. Yes, he did spend most of his time karting and didn't have the time at home or in school like normal kids his age would but the fleeting moments spent at that house in Netherland left behind fond memories that he can look back and only because of a certain little girl with chubby cheeks and two identical braids on either side of her head who had made quite a place in his life. Jos wasn't very happy with Max wasting his time entertaining those kids but he couldn't do much when the children's father was a tall bulky man who could take Jos out in one punch, insisted on letting the kids play together. The tall man had 3 kids Max noticed when he had dinner at their place for the first time; the oldest being the girl who we mentioned before followed by 2 younger brothers who seemed to love karting. They asked Max so many questions about it that they got scolded by their mother for ruining dinner for everyone but Max thought was cute because the youngest couldn't even pronounce karting but had a lot to say. Every time he would spend time with his neighbours, it would always be with the 2 young boys who wanted to learn how to kart better and become like Max like the younger one put it. Even now it makes Max laugh reminiscing about those days. They never really made it professionally though.

2008

Max and the 2 boys were playing around when their older sister asked if they would like to join her for a session of afternoon tea with Mr Whale and Miss Teapot. The brothers made a face of disgust and ran away from her, dejected she turned around when Max agreed. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She quickly dragged him into her room and had him sit next to Mr Longneck, the giraffe. An hour later Max was found in Y/N's room with two pigtails if you could call them that on the top of his head, a tiara and the prettiest necklace Y/N owned. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't help but laugh. Y/N on the contrary looked pleased with her handy work. She thanked him for being a good and compliant customer and to come back again if he ever wanted to look pretty. It wasn't easy to get Max to do what you wanted except he couldn't say no to her puppy eyes. She even gave him a drawing of him in his kart saying that it would bring him good luck since she couldn't be there and placed her favourite bracelet on his hand.

If Y/N was to ask him about the bracelet, Max would say he lost it as soon as she gave it to him, but deep down in the watch drawer of Max's Monaco apartment sat a brightly neon pink bracelet with Y/N’s initials.

2014

Y/N had started highschool and remained the annoying self Max had come to love. Her over the top demeanor and affection to screaming at the top of her lungs whenever she spotted Max never failed to make him smile. Having joined Formula one this year, meant Max was way to busy to be home but Y/N seemed to never forget to text him regularly. She would ask him to get autographs of other drivers or souvenirs from different countries. It was a regular race weekend when Y/N texted Max asking him to explain how the engine in a go kart worked. In a split second Max was on call with her asking "why do you need that?" to which she replied "I'm doing a project on that. I even made a small scale replica of your kart Look here!!!" She exclaimed. "I just need to shrink you and place you inside it" Y/N laughed. Max told her not to worry and that he would text her the details in a hour or so. Actually it took a couple hours and Y/N was starting to get agitated and called him back. Max replied with a almost done and smiled at her. He had literally written her entire report for her and sent it to review. Y/N almost screamed when she saw the assignment. She thanked Maxie for doing this for her and that she owed him her life. Max was just happy to be of help, he told himself more than he told her because who stays up till 5 in the morning on a race weekend doing someone else’s project.

He kept the small scale replica of his Kart on the mantle above the fireplace if anyone wanted to know what happened to the kart.

2018

Y/N was freshly 18, so getting drunk was the only thing on her agenda. On a night out, she was so drunk that no one could get her to move because she wanted her Maxie and would only leave with Maxie, she enunciated. Her friend was able to open up Y/N phone and thankfully find a Maxie in her favourite contacts. She called the number to be met with a groggy but worried voice. "Hi! This is Y/N's friend Kate speaking. Am I speaking with a....maxie?" she said tentatively. Max let out a sigh while rubbing his eyes, "Yes, this is Max speaking." "Can you come pick Y/N up?" She asked hesitantly followed by, "She won't leave with anyone but you apparently." Max was already out of bed and near the door when he said "I'll be there in 10, where are you guys at?" She sent him the location and waited for 'maxie'. Nothing could've prepared them for this. They had thought Maxie was a friend, a boyfriend maybe even a neighbour; they did not think Maxie was Max Verstappen, F1 driver for Redbull racing. He apologised for the inconvenience and crouched down to Y/N level who seemed to have realised that he was here. She cupped his cheeks and giggled while turning his head to the crowd of people standing, "Look, this is my Maxie." Hearing Y/N say my maxie made his heart beat faster then it should've, he admits but that girl had a tight hold on his heart and he couldn't really do much about it. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Max asking him to carry her since her legs felt like mush. Max gladly carried her back to his car, as he fastened her seat belt she asked him to take her back to his place since her parents would probably disown her if she come in drunk for the 6th time this week. Max looked shocked and asked her to stop drinking so much since it wasn't good for her. All Y/N could mumble was that the alcohol made the pain in her heart bearable. This broke Max's heart. Who would dare hurt his precious little angel, if he met that guy he was so dead, Max thought. Little did he know that guy was the one driving her back home.

Y/N was a nuisance when drunk, she reminded him of the little girl he had befriended when he moved here. She wouldn't listen to anything he asked her to do that night until he agreed to let her do make up on him which he would gladly agree to, real or not.

2022

Y/N had recently graduated and was looking for a place to stay. It was one of those nights after a fruitless apartment hunt Y/N facetimed Max. He looked very comfortable in his sim racing chair in his luxurious apartment in Monaco having moved recently. "Maxie" the younger girl sighed. "Meisje, what's the problem?" came a concerned voice. "I can't seem to find a decent apartment, I've been at it for months now." she said. Max offered to help her find the right place and Y/N started listing out all the things she wanted in her apartment which was sounding a lot like Max current apartment which was true, that was Y/N's dream apartment currently; after seeing it a couple months ago when she had visited him as a housewarming surprise and even held a party for him. "You can move to Monaco, the house you're looking for is here" Max said. After a long pause Y/N replied with a chuckle, "I don't make formula 1 money. I'm too broke to afford a house here. In Monaco, I'd have to sell my organs to afford a place there." As if it was the most obvious thing, Max offered her to stay at his place and look for a job here.

The allure of Monaco was too much and Y/N was able to thankfully find a job there so that she wouldn't be completely dependent on Max which he wouldn't have minded. Max never let her pay rent, he'd always tell her to cook good food and that was rent sorted.

2023

It was the night of the Abu Dhabi grand prix. Max had just won his third WDC so him and his friends decided to go out to celebrate, Y/N included. The night carried on as usual, Max not touching much of the alcohol since Y/N decided to down drinks like a thirsty person. She was now in the middle of the dance floor making herself familiar with Lando's crotch, much to Max's dismay. He made his way to her and led her away from Lando while she shouted at him to let her go. They were now stood in the quieter part of the club but you could still hear the music blasting. Y/N looked visibly annoyed at being taken away from the dance floor. "You are drunk, you'll regret it tomorrow." Max said. "That's for sober me to deal with. Drunk me just wants to forget about everything and having an eventful night with a guy would do just the trick." she said. Max winced at the words and held her arms so that she could steady herself. "I don't wanna feel like this," was this the alcohol giving her the confidence, "the guy I've been in love with for ages can't seem to see me as a woman. I've been trying for years now. If I walked out naked, I'm sure he wouldn't even be phased." she sounded dejected. "Any guy would want you, Meisje." Max whispered. "But not the one I do" she stepped closer, enough that their breaths mingled. The woman in front of him was driving Max mad, had she not been drunk he would've shown her how much any man would want her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes before saying, "He's so dumb, can't even see the woman in front of him." The statement felt oddly targeted. "You know, he's a 3 time world drivers champion and he doesn't even get that I love him so much." she said while looking into his eyes. "You're in love with me?" Max exclaimed. "I have been since the day you let me make pigtails on your hair but thanks for realising now." she replied sarcastically. "You're drunk, you don't know what your saying" Max replied. "Well, sober me would never tell you this but I love you Max Verstappen. So much that you make my heart beat faster and my chest swell when you look at me. I think about marrying you and having a family with you, but you think I'm joking." she declared. Max couldn't help but smiled, "Tell me all of this in the morning when you're sober so that I can tell you that I love you too schat and then I can finally kiss you." "You can kiss me now" Y/N made a kissy face and eagerly leaned in. Max shook his head and carried her back to the hotel room.

Y/N indeed remembered everything and the first thing she did even though she wreaked of alcohol was finally kiss those soft pink lips.

this is just brain rot at this point. hope you liked it

[adrienneleclerc]

Where Is It?

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets tired of Logan asking where things are

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Inspired by a scene from The King of Queens, this is my first Logan Sargeant Fanfic

Logan has been dating his girlfriend, Y/N, since his Formula 2 days, he has been living with Y/N since he started Formula 1, moved into her apartment, and yet Logan keeps asking where things are. At first it was fine but it started getting out of hand.

1st Week Living Together

Logan wanted to make Y/N breakfast but he didn't know where anything was. He didn't want to mess anything up so he went into the living room.

"Baby, where's the waffle iron?" Logan asked. Y/N looked at him

"Oh, it's in the pantry, here." Y/N got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, and opened the pantry. "So i keep the pancake mix on this shelf next to the syrup, the waffle iron is in this drawer along the base of the blenders if you wanted to make yourself a smoothie. The blenders should be on this shelf, okay." Y/N said, pointing to everything, showing Logan where everything was.

"Okay, thank you, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Logan said.

"Aw, thank you, mi principe." Y/N said, kissing his cheek.

2nd Week

Logan was tryng to open a package but he couldn't find scissors.

"Honey, where are the scissors?" Logan shouted from the living room.

"Check the cupboard in the living room! should be in the drawer next to my sewing machine!" Y/N yelled from their bedroom.

"Thank you!" Logan shouted when he found them and opened his package.

6 Months

Logan came back from his morning run (I’m guessing) and he wanted to make a smoothie. He took a quick shower and entered the kitchen where he slaw Y/N making herself eggs. Logan kissed her and started pulling out the protein powder, frozen fruits, milk, but he was missing something.

“Babe, where’s the blender?” Logan asked, Y/N flipped her egg, and turned around to look at Logan.

“Where do you think it is, principe?” Y/N asked.

“I have no idea, that’s why I’m asking you.” Logan said, Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it out for him. “Here you go.” Y/N said, going back to the stove to serve the egg on her plate.

Present Day

Y/N was in the dining room, using the table to make a custom corset that someone ordered from her. When she finished pinning the pattern to the fabric, she got out her fabric scissors to cut it when Logan came in.

“Honey, where are the…? Oh, can I use the scissors when you’re done?” Logan asked.

“No! These are my fabric scissors, use the other ones.” Y/N said.

“That’s what I came here for, to ask you where the scissors are.” Logan said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“No puede ser, we have been living together for 1 and a half and you still don’t know where the scissors are?” Y/N asked. Logan shook his head. “The scissors are in the same place they have always been, I have never moved it once, and yet you keep asking me where they are. Not to mention the blender, the waffle iron, the pens, your keys. I’ll tell you what, cariño, I have been a tour guide in my own apartment long enough. Too many precious moments have been wasted showing you where things are, just learn! Learn! Or at least actually look for them before you ask me. I mean, what if I was on vacation? How would you make your protein smoothies? How would you make waffles? How you cut anything ever again? Would you just sit here weeping and soiling yourself until somebody came in to help you. No you wouldn’t, you would *gasp* remember where something is. Now, just this once, find where the scissors are, come on, I know you can do it, you’re a smart boy, Amor.”

“I’m not a golden retriever, Y/N.” Logan said.

“TikTok disagrees. Now again, where are the scissors?” Y/N said. Logan stopped for a second, trying to remember where Y/N said they were before. He walked into the living room and Y/N followed behind him observing. “Well, you’re on the right room” Logan nodded, he was off to a great start. He walked to the cupboard and opened a drawer.

“I got ‘em.” Logan said, showing Y/N the scissors.

“You got ‘em. That wasn’t so hard, right, mi vida?” Y/N asked him.

“Not really, no.” Logan responded.

“Good boy.” Y/N walked into the dining room to cut the fabric and Logan followed her. As Y/N was cutting the fabric, she felt Logan staring at her. “What do you need now, Logan?”

“Tape.” Logan responded,

“Oh que la…” Y/N said rubbing her temples. “Just look for them.” Y/N responded as calmly as she can. Logan left and she continues to cut the fabric. When he finished cutting out the pieces, Logan came back with tape in his hands. “Finally!”

“I’m sorry that I keep asking you where things are.” Logan said.

“I accept your apology. Now leave me alone for the next few hours, I gotta sew this together.” Y/N said,

“You got it.” Logan said, kissing Y/N before going to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, let me know if you want more! @r0nnsblog @charli123456789

[fernandopiastri28]

stop to smell the flowers ❀ - oscar piastri

Oscar is so incredulously smitten for his girlfriend to the point he doesn't even know how to express it with words- so he does it through actions and gifts. ~ (self indulgent and SO short)

“Baby?” A soft echo of his voice vibrated through the eerily quiet apartment, not a single noise besides his shoes scuffling against the carpet. Oscar set down his bag on the kitchen counter, toeing his shoes off and kicking them to the side. 

He waited again for a response from his girlfriend- but to no avail. He raised his voice slightly higher this time, moving closer towards the shut door of their bedroom. Keeping his noise down, Oscar pressed down on the handle of the door, attempting to keep the screeching creak to a minimum so as to disturb her, or wake her if she was currently sleeping.

To his unsurprise, his girlfriend was curled up in bed, her head resting at the very bottom of her pillow. Her bottom lip was puffed out over the top one, lashes sweeping over the tops of her cheeks. The quiet whistle of breathing filled the room, cutting through the silence from a lack of a fan going in the background.

She had her arms wrapped around a teddy bear, pressed into her chest. It was a small fluffy koala, adorned in a custom made McLaren jersey, a black 81 printed on the back. She’d named it Oscar, the teddy she held close to her each night when he was away. 

The real Oscar was returning home to Australia and home to his girlfriend after the Miami grand prix, almost a whole month passing since he’d seen her last on the night after the Japanese grand prix, when he’d brought her to the airport to go back to Melbourne, then flying off to China himself.

Due to her being in her last year of university, her availability to go to every race- or even just most- was limited. She came when she could, but it was more often than not that she was at home, cheering him on from the comfort of her own bed or the couch. They'd gotten semi used to the unfortunately forced long distance relationship they now had, but it didn't make it any bit easier each time they had to part. At times, it felt as if each time he had to leave was just more difficult then the last.

She wasn’t expecting him to come back so soon, and nor did he. He fully thought his flight would be the following day and he got comfortable with the idea of a cosy night at the hotel- maybe a call to her and a movie. It wasn’t until Mark had offered the option for him to fly home just a mere four hours after the race ended- he didn’t waste a minute packing his suitcase back up and boarding the flight.

Oscar peeled back the covers on his side of the bed, making sure as to not disturb her in the process. He slid his shirt off over his head, opening up the closet door to find his favourite shirt. Even after a few minutes of searching both the hangers and the drawers without a sight of it, he looked over at his shoulder, smirking when he saw that it was the shirt his girlfriend had chosen for bed today.

Oscar settled for just a plain white top, his ‘OP’ logo imprinted over the left breast. He unbuttoned his blue jeans, allowing them to pool around his ankles until he stepped out, tossing them into the laundry basket. Now dressed in only his boxers and a far more comfortable shirt then the previous ever so itchy team polo shirt, he climbed into bed.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he breathed in the sweet, floral shampoo that filled his senses. It was his favourite smell- it smelt of home. He nuzzled further into her neck, pressing a few chaste, open mouth kisses to her soft skin. 

Holding back from any serious marking, Oscar mouthed at her shoulder, dragging his tongue gently over the fabric on her shoulder, letting his teeth rub against it. “I missed you, beautiful,” He whispered, kissing up along her neck.

She whined, unconsciously twisting around in the bed to be facing toward him. He took the opportunity to press a few consecutive kisses to her lips, enough to settle the desperation for contact that bubbled hot in his stomach. 

Her eyes fluttered, looking as if they would open. “Hi princess,” He tucked some of her hair back behind her ear, nuzzling back into said spot to re-immerse himself in the flowery scent.

“Osccc,” Her voice was thick and groggy with sleep, her eyes open by mere slits in order to block out as much light as possible. “You’re back!” She mumbled with as much enthusiasm as possible while still being mostly asleep.

“Mhmm,” A grin splayed across his mouth, burying his face further into the crook of her neck. “You smell so good,” He kissed the junction of her  shoulder, leaving his lips there for a few more seconds.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be back so soon? I would’ve stayed up,” She cupped his face in her hands, her fingers temperate against his chilly and rosy cheeks. Oscar gave a weak shrug, ignoring the question in lieu for kissing her more to warm himself up. 

“It’s okay- I like this,” Oscar mumbled against her bottom lip, kissing her again and again until his jaw physically ached. “I got you a present,”

She tilted her head back, her left hand still positioned on his jaw- her thumb rubbing over his cheek. “Oh really?” She whispered, giggling as he met her question with a dopey grin.

“In the kitchen,” He rolled away from her, stumbling awkwardly back out of the bed. “C’mon, I promise it’s worth getting out of bed for,” He reassured her when he saw the displeased and unconvinced look on her face.

Begrudgingly, she followed suit- stumbling out of the bedroom door while wiping sleep from her eyes. She clung to Oscar, wrapping both of her arms around one of his, as the bottom of her sweatpants dragged along the wooden floorboard.

“It’s like a welcome home present, but for you- not me,” He handed her a bouquet of an assortment of orange flowers- begonias, marigolds, tulips, poppies. Anything that matched the same papaya colour that she wore across her torso. 

Her heart pounded at the gesture, looking up at Oscar with the most fond expression. “Thank you, Oz,” She wrapped one of her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as her other hand worked on holding the bundle of flowers. “Thank you so much, I love them,” She couldn’t help the smile that stretched from one ear to the other on her face, her body alight with elation.

“Of course, baby,” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, rubbing her back with the hand that held her just as tight as she was holding him. “I think you deserved it with how you’ve been working,” 

She scoffed slightly, looking up at him with an incredulous expression. “Me working hard? What about you, Mr ‘Four Podiums in Your Second Year in Formula one?’,” 

Oscar gave another mindless shrug, laughing at her comment, “What, like it’s hard?” He teased.

[tubatwo]

workaholic - kang taehyun

summary: doing soobin a favor leads to a night alone with your boss... who you just so happen to be crushing on

pairing: gn reader x kang taehyun

genre: fluff; 1.6k words

a/n: maybe in a dream world a boss would let you take all the hours you wanted LOL but let’s just pretend~

some would call you a workaholic, but you simply called it living. there was no such thing as “working too hard”. you liked having money, and you didn’t dislike your job. especially as long as you got to see a certain someone. a certain someone who may also play a teensy tiny part in the reason why you enjoy working so much.

maybe that certain someone was your boss.

who you definitely did not have a crush on.

nope…

the door to ‘kang cafe’ chimes as your coworker soobin walks in, halfway through the process of putting his apron on. “y/n! you’re here already?” he asks while opening a drawer that held all of the staff name tags and important keys. 

“yup,” you nod, “i’m working day shifts this week since i’m a little ahead on schoolwork.” you had been working your ass off teaching yourself the material since your professors proved themselves to be absolutely useless. going to class in the mornings only wasted your time and frustrated you further, so you decided to switch up your schedule a little. 

there’s a hint of disappointment and guilt in soobin’s eyes, his fingers still fumbling his name tag around, desperately trying to attach it to his apron. “I was gonna ask if you could cover my night shift tomorrow…” he whines slightly. “I can’t ask you to work a full day…”

“huh? you won’t be here?” you ask. soobin shakes his head before a shy, proud smile covers his face. “nope, I happen to have a very special date,” he responds before loudly groaning, “ah, this stupid thing!” you laugh at the sight of him still struggling to get his name tag on.

“here let me..” you reach over to help the clumsy boy while giving him a reassuring smile, “and don’t worry about coming in tomorrow, I was gonna take some extra hours anywa–”

your words are interrupted by the sound of the back room closing and footsteps approaching. you both look over to see your boss, taehyun, looking at the two of you with a startled face. the sight of you and soobin, close proximity, your hands laying on soobin’s chest. he quickly clears his throat before returning to his usual chill persona.

“okay one, sorry for interrupting whatever this is,”

“um, they were just fixing my na–”

“and two, y/n, what are you talking about?” he looks at you, a glint of confusion in his eyes as he completely ignores the boy next to you. 

your hands finally release from soobin’s nametag as you turn to fully face your boss, trying your absolute hardest not to scan his entire body. what was someone so attractive and close to your age even doing owning a coffee shop like this? I mean, you know he’s slightly older. graduated too. but shouldn’t he be the manager at a best buy or something? better yet, working a modeling job? 

stupid kang taehyun.

stupid kang taehyun and his stupid black tee that just so happens to be tightly clinging onto his–

“y/n?” taehyun snaps you out of your trance while soobin snickers to himself behind you, pretending to make himself busy with a random cup.

“huh?” you ask, completely dumbfounded and a little embarrassed. 

“why do you need more hours? you’re already scheduled every day this week.”

oh right. “oh, um, well you guys know me…” you start, “always working...” the chime of the door sounds again as a trio of customers walk in. taehyun gives soobin a look, signaling him to handle the small crowd as he grabs your hand to take you to the backroom. you don’t even have time to digest what’s happening or the dizziness that’s suddenly consuming you because taehyun immediately continues his light scolding.

“y/n, I know i’m your boss but i’m not a shitty one,” he says with a sad look, “I know you still have classes, so you don’t have to worry too hard about the cafe, okay?”

“no, I promise it’s okay! I don’t mind helping you, really.” you explain, quickly shaking your head, “it could be busy too and I know the feeling of having to handle it alone…” taehyun sighs at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you can’t really point out. at least not until his next words:

“ah, you’re too sweet to me, what am I gonna do with you?” 

your eyes widen, blinking quickly as you mentally remind yourself to scream into your pillow about this later. how do you even respond? why was he looking at you like that? maybe you’re overthinking. does he talk to soobin this way?! 

“um… g-give me a promotion?” you joke, trying to distract yourself from whatever just happened. 

…

“alright, get back to work.”

“are you absolutely positively sure you’re okay with taking my shift?” soobin asks for the hundredth time over the phone. 

“yes, soobin, now please go get ready before I punch you for making your date wait.” after a few more minutes of bickering (and lots of complaining from soobin’s end), you end the call. you guess you could say the angels were on your side since it was extremely quiet tonight. since there weren’t many customers, taehyun had excused himself to run a few errands. he told you to call him if a large crowd ever showed up. but they didn’t. only a few customers here and there. you spent most of your time scrolling through tiktok and seeing if there was anything you could restock. 

you start trying to remember if you restocked the toilet paper already before your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door chime. you look up to see your boss, dressed in a different black tee, looser this time, and a pair of sweatpants. 

great. 

“taehyun? you’re back already?” you ask, trying your hardest to keep yourself composed. 

“mhm, I finished my errands a while ago, just went home to get into some comfortable clothes if that’s okay with you.”

“oh, no it’s okay!” you shake your head, “never thought i’d uh– see my boss in sweatpants but here we are.” taehyun lets out a light chuckle before joining you behind the front counter. he pulls a fancy notebook out of the drawer and begins writing inside. whatever it is, it’s probably business owner things since it looks quite important. 

“so, uh, do you know what was so important for soobin tonight?” he asks, eyes still locked on the paper.

“he’s on a date tonight~” you respond, slightly exaggerating your words in a teasing manner. taehyun’s hand freezes and his eyes immediately shoot up to look at you. “a date?” he questions. you nod, a bit confused at his reaction.

“but I thought you two…” he trails off while looking somewhere else. anywhere else but you. 

your eyes widen in disbelief. soobin? you? and soobin? I mean sure, the guy is handsome, but he was like an annoying brother more than anything. “huh?! no– no, me and soobin are just friends!” 

…

“ah, that’s a relief…”

you freeze. taehyun was a good-looking guy. you’ve witnessed customer after customer try to flirt with him multiple times but he usually didn’t go along with it. instead, he would give a blunt answer that would leave you snickering in the background. 

but with you, things were different. it started with small compliments on your performance, then your personality, then maybe one or two about how you did your hair that day. then it turned into long glances from afar and warm smiles. and now, it’s these comments that he keeps making. comments that are making you feel like you’re one more word away from exploding.

taehyun was silent for a while, taking a moment to find the right words. “actually, i’ve been meaning to tell you something, and I hope you don't mind me being honest.” turning to give your full attention to him, you nod and wait for him to continue.

“over time, i’ve come to realize that I really really like you, y/n. not just as my employee, but as a person too. you bring so much joy to this place, I can't help but feel drawn to you."

his words leave you in shock, your mouth gaped and your hands sweaty. you can’t even come up with anything to say, but he wasn’t finished yet. 

“and you work so hard. so hard to the point where it leaves me conflicted. because sometimes I wish you would just give yourself a break, but I also wake up every morning excited to see you again…” 

“i’m sorry if this is crossing the line, and I understand whatever decision you decide to make after this. I appreciate the relationship we had, no matter what happens."

you smile warmly, taking a few steps closer to taehyun, making him flustered in the process. you reach out to grab his hands and rub them with your thumb. ”I really really like you too, tae, you have no idea.” 

taehyun smiles widely at your confession and your nickname for him before hiding his face in your neck, letting out one of his famous cute noises. “oh? who knew my boss was such a softie?” you let out playfully. “don’t tell soobin.” he whispers, making you laugh. taehyun removes himself from your neck to cherish the sight of your smile, one of his hands reaching up to rest on your cheek.

“is this okay, darling?” 

“more than okay.”

you both lean in to finally press your lips together. the kiss is soft and sweet, filled with the unspoken words you two had been sharing through glances and gestures. as the kiss becomes deeper, your arms wrap around his neck loosely and his arms wrap around your waist to pull you even closer. the two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even hear the familiar chime of the door.

“guess who just had the worst date eve– OH MY GOD”

[captainlondonman]

HiViz MASSAGE

Alan  walked down the same street almost every day but today for some reason he saw a sign on a door. There was no shop front but obviously there was something on the floor above. It read

Mehmet Massage, Turkish massage for real men.

Alan had had a Turkish massage once and was so pummelled he could hardly move after but there was something about the fact it said for real men that caught his attention. Was he a real man. Well in some ways he had a good body, not powerful but at least people said he looked good. He was smooth skinned and blond with fair skin. God knows what made him do it but checking no one was watching him he rang the bell.

Through the speaker a deep gravelly voice commanded

‘Who is that, what you want?’

Alan replied ‘I see your sign and wonder if I could make a booking.’

‘Come on up.’

The buzzer released the door and Alan walked up the staircase into what was obviously a home . Standing at the top of the stairs was what looked like a giant of a man with thick black hair and an even thicker beard. He must have been at least 6’ 2” and well built, wearing a blue tracksuit zipped up to his neck.

‘You would like massage?’

‘You are new here so I thought I’d give it a try.’

‘Good you are my first customer.’

Alan quietly thought

‘Oh my God what have I let myself in for.’

‘What did you do before this,’ Alan inquired

‘I was a workie, a good workie but now I change and do not worry I am trained as a masseur. Come is and we start.’

There seemed no way Alan could turn around and leave.

‘Well it is only one time so not really a problem.’

‘So take your clothes off and let me see you. No need to worry we are both men. I seen it all as a workie.’

Alan stripped off to his underpants feeling very self conscious. Not knowing quite what to do.

‘You have very smooth body. Not really a true man for us Turkish. Almost young boy body with no hair.’

‘I know. I often wish I was more hairy with good chest hair. Even growing a beard for me is a waste of time.’

‘We Turkish men all have beards, sign of a real man. Also good hairy bodies.’

‘That would be good’, Alan replied sheepishly.

‘You come to right place. Come into my work room.’

Entering Alan could see it was set up as a massage room with  towels and the massage table in the middle of the room.

‘First I put cover over table.’ Opening a drawer Mehmet took out a large black rubber sheet and spread it out over the table letting it drape down the sides.

‘Do not be surprised. I use good oils so need to have sheet under you.’

Alan could smell the strong Arab Oud perfume in the room something he had always found quite a turn on.

‘So because of oils you need to take off your underwear. Full naked. Then you lie on your back on table.’

The last thing Alan wanted to do was show his cock to this macho Turk thinking it was too small and soft for such a man.

‘You got boy cock but not bad not much pube. Massage will do you good. Make you feel more like a man just as I say on door. You come to right place. So lie flat out on your back.

Now I get ready and give you some special Turkish tea.’

Alan lay on his back not knowing what to do and part of him still wanted to get up and go before the Turk came back but there was something when he said ‘make you like a man’ that sounded interesting and worth trying.

The door opened and Mehmet stood in front of Alan holding a small glass cup of tea. His eyes were out on stocks as the Turk was standing there naked apart from a pair of light blue speedos showing of his cock and balls and both were thick and heavy almost pulling the speedos down off his crotch. But it was his body. The man looked like a gorilla with thick black hair from the top of his head to his toes. His nipples were hidden is a forest of curly black hair and it reached up and over his shoulders down  his arms. His pubes were covered in even thicker and if possible blacker hair at least 2inches thick which broke up in a burst of hair under his speedos.

‘If I use oil I also need little clothes so I can get down on your body. Don’t worry. Perhaps you not used to hairy man working on.’

‘No.’

‘Well this I know you will like. Before we start you drink this good Turkish tea. It will make you feel calm and enjoy more. All us Turks drink this, so you too. I see you look at my body. You like?’

‘It’s amazing.’

‘You like a body like this?’

I would but just look at me, it’s never gonna happen’

‘You never know’

Alan having never drunk this type of tea before decided not to smell in case he did not like it but just to drink quickly. He could feel the liquid sliding down the back of his throat and as it moved down it almost felt like a warm treacle, the more it went down the warmer it became and he could feel it moving to every part of his body and even his mind started to become more cloudy.

‘This tea relax you, make you enjoy massage more. It make your skin feel tingling and warm and sensitive as I take my hands all over your body.. Do not fight my hands but accept and soon you will start to feel good, a real man. Do not worry if you have erection. I have seen many cocks hard before and it will mean you enjoy what I am going to do to you.’

Alan lying flat out on his back felt slightly numb but it was all pleasure. He found if difficult to keep his eyes open but he so wanted to experience what Mehmet was about to do. He could smell the rubber sheet and even just the fact of lying on black rubber had started to make his cock twitch but he could not care. Mehmet had said it was quite common for men to get hard during massage and all he worried about was his white cock with little in the way of pubes.

‘I start on your feet and work up. I will now pour some oil over your feet and up your legs and then let it soak in for a few minutes. Enjoy the warm oil and the smell. The smell of the oil will change a bit as it runs onto the rubber sheet but then it is even better and stronger the mix. The smell of the rubber will seem strong and toxic.’

The Turk started on Alan’s feet and he could feel the thick hands massaging  the oil between his toes and then around his ankles and up and down the length of his feet. It felt good but he was aware that his feet seemed bigger and longer, certainly his toes felt larger but perhaps that was just because of the pulling method the Turk was using. The hands then started to work their up Alan’s legs first  to the knees, lifting his legs so he could get his oily hands under. The Turks hands were firm as they rubbed the oil deep into his skin and then they moved up the leg to his groin.

Alan let out a small groan of pleasure as he could feel the oil go deep into his skin. Almost touching an erogenous zone. But something was changing. As the hands rubbed deep, the wide palms covering his legs so they began to feel thicker, more muscular  and most oddly it wasn’t just Mehmet’s hairy hands but his legs felt hairy and not just slightly but more than that. It was as if the more Mehmet rubbed the more hairs on his legs which were few now seemed massively curly. His thighs he could feel had expanded and now Mehmet could not get his hands around them , he needed both his hands to work the thickness.

‘My massage give you good manly legs now.’

‘They feel so big and full of muscle. It’s incredible the feeling you are giving me.’

‘I said I would make you feel like a real man. Now do not worry what I do next as I must massage around your crotch. I leave your cock alone but you will have a good sensation and I know you will be very soon erect. I see many men with boners so Ok for me. I pour new oil around this area.’

Alan felt the heat of the oil seep into his balls and cock. It was not just warm but it was erotic and much as though he was trying to keep his mind of Mehmet working in his private parts he could feel his cock getting  erect. Mehmet started working around his balls and up under his arse, pressing down into his hairless pubes but the more Mehmet pressed the more resistance he seemed to have and the smoothness started changing. He could feel Mehmet’s hands rubbing into wiry hair and not just thin areas of hair but what seemed a massive jungle that had sprouted around his balls. He could not see what was happening but he felt this change. The Turk pulled slightly at his balls and these balls were no longer the pea size but thick tennis balls . The firm movement of Mehmet’s hands around his cock had unleashed a massive erection but Alan thought he knew what his hard cock felt like but this was different it now felt like a thick baton and much longer as well as thicker. In fact it felt amazing and all because of a massage.

‘Now I pour oil on your chest. This will make you now feel good and you will almost start to feel a bit Turkish.’

Not knowing what he was saying Alan said ‘Well if it’s to be a bit like you then I am fine with that.’

‘Good that is what I expect to hear from you.’

Mehmet’s hands dove deep unpwards spreading them across the body and up to Alan’s tits. The more the hand spread across his body the more he felt his smooth skin change. At first it felt a bit like he had sandpaper on his chest but quickly that changed into curly hair not just in small areas but his whole chest seemed to grow a forest and a wide forest at that. Mehmet’s hands met some resistance as they came to his pecs which before had no definition but now he had firm boobs. As his hands defined the shape so the Turk gave a slight pinch to Alan’s tits.

‘All men need to have their tits squeezed when they have a massage. You like?’

‘I am sorry I have very sensitive nipples.’

‘That is good. Now you got good big nipples so I give extra rub.’

As he squeezed a little more so Alan groaned but not with pain, but pleasure.

‘Don’t do any more please as it is making me feel horny.’

‘I move on to face but I think soon you will be feeling very horny. It is what my massage does when men feel like real good Turkish men.’

‘But I am not Turkish though oddly I am feeling very hairy like you but the tea you gave me it still making my eyes a bit blurred.’

‘Now you let me do you face and I rub oil all around your face and hair.’

‘Do you need to do the hair?’ Alan asked meekly.

‘Oh yes but you will like when finished and you have good thick oily hair.’

The Turk let his hands roam over Alan’s face especially his cheeks and neck and as they massage so dark hair started sprouting not just a little 5 o’clock shadow but quickly it went longer and longer until half Alan’s face had a thick black 3” beard from his ears to the base of his neck where it met the forest of black body hair. His slim jawline had changed to a square with thick set neck and his lips were no longer the thin pink but a wider and more pronounced brown. Even his teeth which Mehmet had not touched were now white and gleaming. He looked more like a Turkish dervish

The Turk then massaged Alan’s head and the long thin fair hair changed to a short black thatch with low hairline .

‘You feel good/”

‘Yeah it’s amazing I feel like a different person.’

‘You feel like a real man?’

‘Christ so much so and so horny.’

‘Good now turn round and I do your back and start with your shoulders.’

Alan still feeling drowsy did as he was told and lay face down his stiff cock even more erect now, pressing hard against the rubber mat. He could not resist letting his cock slide slightly up and down the oily rubber.

Mehmet noticed

‘Most men like black rubber against their cock. I can see you do.’

‘Sorry but it feels so horny.’

‘Don’t get too horny just yet I have not finished you.’

Alan felt the oil being poured over his shoulders and back. As it started to run down his body he felt the Turks hands scoop it up and then firstly he massaged the shoulders working the oil deep into Alan’s shoulder blades. He felt his body start to respond and it was as if his shoulders were growing. They felt strong and muscular but not just that, the hair he had felt creeping over his body was now springing up all across his shoulders and as Mehmet worked downwards so the hair continued.  He wondered what on earth he was looking like, he joked to himself that he might be looking like a gorilla but if he could look more like Mehmet then he would be more than happy.

Mehmet took hold of Alan’s thick hairy legs and pulled him down the rubber sheet.

‘Put your legs on the floor and then bend your body over the table so I can finish the massage.’

Alan let his size 12 feet drop on to the floor and bent over the table the heavy erect cock pressed against the edge of the table.

Letting some oil onto his hands he started to spread it over his cheeks moving both sides up and down  and widening the gap to expose more of his hole. As Alan felt the Turk spread his cheeks so he felt once more hair sprouting over the area and not just across his arse but right into his hole

You have very good arse. Nice and big a real man’s arse.

As he said this Alan felt  a finger pressing against his hole but as it was lubed up with the oil  is sank inside his hole easily

‘I think you need a bit more than one finger’ and with that Mehmet let a second finger slide up and move around and then a third. By this time Alan was reacting and letting his arse move further up in the air.

‘My God I’ve never had anyone’s finger up my arse before but you have three and there seems room for more. Its incredible. Shit I really want more.’

Mehmet took his fingers out and let them slip around his speedos. His cock was bursting out of the Speedos they were too small to contain his 9” thick piece of meat. Letting his prick spring out  he took the last of the oil and greased up his shaft, letting his massive hands stroke his cock head and run it up and down the shaft pulling the skin back ready to fuck.

‘So you would like more than 3 fingers? Now you get much better. You get my cock going deep inside you to complete the massage. That’s it just lift your hairy arse up and be ready.’

As Alan lifted his arse, the Turk put one arm under him lifting his arse towards his cock. Alan suddenly felt the thick oily head of Mehmet’s prick against his hole.

‘I don’t know if I can take this.’

‘You are a real man now so shut up and be fucked by a real hairy Turk it’s what you want most.’

Mehmet let his cock slowly in until his head had fully entered. Alan let out a gasp of a mixture of slight pain, surprise at the size but also pleasure

‘Now feel how a good Turk fucks.’ With that he rammed his cock all the way up to the hilt.

‘Now your arse can take a good cock and mine is the best. You are oiled up and the massage was always going to end this way. You knew that. That is why you come to me. You like Turkish men. You stared at all my hair. It’s what you want. It is what you are getting.’

Mehmet continued to let his cock slide in and out at first slowly as he wanted to savour every time he rammed it in but Alan’s arse was just too good to be too slow and he knew Alan wanted it rough. He started to move in and out with increasing speed his breathing rising with every shove

‘It’s too late to go back you no longer the boy who entered here. Now you are a man and I fuck you to become a good Turk.’

‘Ready I come now’ and with a final push Mehmet rammed in releasing wad after wad of cum.

Alan could feel it surging through his body like a strong wave of heat. His blurry vision was clearing and he was no longer feeling the skinny white young man who had entered Mehmet’s room. He felt big, burly, heavy, and most of all hairy.

Mehmet slid his cock out and wipe away the surplus cum. With both hand he brought Alan to stand upright and set him in front of a mirror.

‘Now see the man you have become.’

No he was not a goirilla but standing staring back at him was the image of a mean looking hairy Turk, thick set 6’ 2” with dark skin massive shoulders huge pecs and the large brown nipples he had felt shortly before. His thighs seemed huge and in the centre was a 9” thick cut cock still erect and almost vertical with a line of precum running down from the tip, From top to toe there was thick black hair, his massive beard all black and curly, the hair spreading across his chest and up and over his shoulders, down his arms and even his hands looked almost black they were so hairy.

‘Now you say goodbye to Alan, you will forget who you were. Now you are Aslan, you are Turkish and we speak Turkish but you speak English only with a strong accent.’

As Mehmet said this so Alan’s head became clear, he was looking at Aslan in the mirror and he was Aslan, a hairy Turk and mate of Mehmet.

Mehmet turned and said in Turkish

‘So tell me your name.’

I’ts Aslan, Aslan, Aslan’

‘You and me we only talk in Turkish’

‘Of course brother’

‘But you cannot continue to have that big erect cock. I need to help you, so lie down on the massage table.’

Aslan lay out, his cock throbbing having seen how much of a man he now looked.

Mehmet got up on the table and said ‘I sit astride you so I can give a good Turkish blow job. I want you to tongue me deep into my hairy arse.’

And as he let his arse over Aslan’s head he let rip with a fart.

‘We Turks like the smell of each other so you can have the smell of my arse in your head as you tongue me.’

 Aslan felt the smell of the fart deep into his nostrils. It was not bad but he loved the hard smell of his friend. It fired him even more to have his tongue deep inside while Mehmet sucked him off.

As Mehmet lowered his arse so Aslan brought his hands up to widen the hairy cheeks , his hole opening up to be properly licked.

Mehmet groaned as he said

‘I love my hairy arse sitting on that thick beard of yours. I love our hairs mixing together. Now I suck you off.’

With his arse firmly into Alan’s beard, Mehmet let his mouth over Aslan’s big cock which was so stiff after his fuck and now feeling his mouth against Mehmet’s s open arse. Mehmet let his tongue lick gently around the cock head, at times letting it into the opening his saliva running down Alan’s shaft.

Briefly he took his mouth out

‘Lucky for you I got a big mouth and can take this dick of yours. You will feel the end nestling  into my beard just like my arse on your tongue.’

As Mehmet started to feel Aslan’s tongue enter his crack his arousal caused him to quickly lower his mouth down the entire length of Aslan’s cock.

Aslan felt Mehmet’s mouth fully down his thick shaft, his mouth rubbing in to his thick curly black pubes. Feeling his cock fully down Mehmet’s throat made his tongue move deeper into the arse crack savouring the taste wanting to eat inside the hole and still feeling the smell of the fart. Mehmet was pushing his arse further down , pressing hard against Aslan’s beard. The two hairy Turks had almost melted together both using their tongues to give each other pleasure, one licking as far up the arse hole as he could the other letting the saliva run up and down the shaft while his tongue searched out the precum oozing out of Aslan’s head. Both men were groaning with pleasure. Aslan whose cock had for so long been hard needed at last to shoot his load and with his tongue wedged into Mehmet hole he erupted load after load of thick creamy white cum into Mehmet’s throat, Mehmet trying to swallow as much as he could. But the feel of Aslan’s tongue inside him was too much for him to hold off and without any hand around his own cock he shot his load for the second time, his spunk shooting out over Aslan’s hairy chest the white cum in such contrast to the swathe of black chest hair

Mehmet got off the bench and smiled.

‘Shit man, what a good fucking Turk you are. I am proud of the real man you now are. Go and shower and when you come back I have your new clothes ready and a mission for you.’

As Aslan showered and saw the water running down his hairy body he was also proud of the man he now was. He could hardly remember but for him it was only important that now he was a Turk, a hairy Turk, and real man. When he came back into the room Mehmet handed him the clothes.

‘Get into tehse, these are my old Hiviz clothes that I used to wear and they will fit you. I haven’t washed them for ages so you will take my smell with you. First put on my dirty white socks, tehn the overall, it’s an all in one orange HiViz. When you button it up make sure you leave several buttons undone at the top so people see that black hairy chest of yours. That’s good. Christ its tight around your balls and cock and I see a nice heavy outline. Perfect for your mission.  Now the steel capped boots and you look the perfect Turkish workie. I want you to go out and find a man you think would be better as a Turk like us. There need to be more men like us, hairy, sexy and always ready for a fuck. If you find someone then the you will know what to do. Come back when done as we have unfinished sex to have together. Mehmet put his arms around Aslan and the two men kissed their beards rubbing together as their throats explored each other’s mouths.

‘Now go.’

Aslan knew what to do and walked down the road to a café where he knew all the workmen got their food. Sure enough as he entered they were all sitting at tables in full Hi Viz all a mix of sizes and shapes from the young, fit and good looking to the more overweight. But the look of them and the smell of their dirty HiViz made Aslan start to feel horny. All that dirty Hiviz in one place both yellow and orange and some still wearing their hard helmets. As he passed a table a guy put out his hand

‘You new here mate?’

‘Yes’

‘Are you looking for work?’

The guy was fit with a shaved head and bulky body, a good 6’ wearing a yellow T shirt showing off his muscled arms, a vest and yellow Hiviz trousers.

‘Yes I look. You know something?’

‘Sure am, I’m the manager of the building site around the corner and we are always looking for strong guys. You look strong and willing.’

Aslan could see the guy looking him over with his overall unbuttoned half way down his chest and his thick mat of hair bursting out. As Mehmet had said the overall was a bit tight around his cock and balls and now Aslan who was standing so his cock was directly in front of the managers face was carefully studying

‘Where are you from?’

‘Turkey.’

‘I thought so with all that dark hair of yours.’

‘We Turks are real men.’

‘So I can see.’ the manager said

‘My name’s Dave by the way. Why don’t you come to the office around 5 when the guys will have left site and we can take this further and work something out.’

‘Yes that would be good.’

‘What’s your name?’

‘Aslan’

‘A bit like Alan with an S.’

‘Yes but no Alan, Aslan.’

‘Look forwards to seeing you later.’

As Dave stood up he cast a final look at Aslans’s crotch and then shook hands

‘Good strong hands to have their mate.’

‘I’m very strong like all Turks, you will see.’

‘Bye for now ‘and as Dave walked out the café he turned round to have one last look at Aslan.

Aslan now knew his mission from Mehmet

At 5pm Aslan stood in front of the portacabin and knocked loudly. He wanted Dave to know he strong he was I every way. As he waited to go in he unbuttoned his overall a little more so it was open almost to his navel.

‘Come on in.’

Dave was sitting behind his desk still in his HiViz, his sleeves rolled up.

‘Good to see you, Aslan, I hoped you would come.’

‘I want work so I come and you seem good guy. I know you want me here’

‘So you are Turkish>’

‘Yes good worker’

‘You have done this sort of building work before?’

‘I can do all building work. You try me and see.’

‘Maybe you can work alongside me and I can find out what are your strengths.’

‘Oh I am very strong.’

Dave smiled

‘I can see that looking at your body.’

‘I have good body.’

‘You certainly have and tell me are all Turks as hairy as you?’

‘Many, you like hairy body?’

‘Well sadly I haven’t much body hair but I do admire it and think perhaps it would have been good.’

‘Do not worry all things can happen.’

‘A bit late.’

‘Never too late.’

‘You have opened your overall a bit more since I saw you earlier.’

‘I am hot so better like this.’

‘You look hot.’

‘Yes hot and horny you all say.’

‘I’m not sure you say that.’

‘I think so Dave as I can see what your hand is doing under the desk.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You are stroking your cock and I think nice and hard now. Looking at me making you horny.

You see my cock now getting big thinking of you.’

Aslan’s cock was now almost fully erect pushing out in his Hi Viz forming a well defined lump down one leg.

‘Maybe I take out for you to see. You like that I think.’

‘Sure would.’

Aslan shoved his hairy hand into his overall giving his thick cock and massage before pulling it out and letting it spring upwards.

‘Christ that is some cock and Jesus what a jungle of hair you have.’

‘I think you like hairy men and big cock. I saw you look at my cock this morning. I wanted to rub against you. So you just look? I think you come here. Let me see your dick and then you can suck a horny Turk.’

Dave stood up at his desk and his cock  was ram hard jutting out of his HiViz trousers. His hand was stroking both cock and balls through his trousers.

‘You like feel of your cock in Hi Viz. me too. You have good British cock. Now take out and me see.’

Dave unzipped and forced his erect prick out, the head already gleaming with precum..

‘I see your lips wanting cock. Kneel and suck. Now I am boss, your Turkish boss it’s what you want and what you need.’

Dave knelt as instructed and took Aslan’s balls in his hand almost unable to hold due to their bulging size

‘Great bloody balls you got.’

‘Big balls, big cock. So start to lick me.’

Dave still holding the hairy balls let his mouth over Aslan’s cock head smothering it with his spit, working the spit into his cock crack. Aslan groaned with pleasure feeling the spit working it way down the crack. He then let his mouth open as wide as he could as he knew he needed every muscle to take the full width and length of Aslan’s prick.

‘You like sucking cock I can see. I’m not first big dick you have.’

Aslan took hold of Dave’s head and directed it further and further down his shaft. At first Dave thought he would gag but he was desperate to feel this great tool all the way down his throat. Making sure he produced enough spit he took the whole length until he could feel those black hairy pubes brushing against his face

‘Good man now in and out. I help with taking your head.’

Aslan forced Dave’s head up and down the shaft with increasing speed until suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock out of Dave’s mouth.

‘Now I ready for fuck. Stand up and turn round.’

‘Not sure mate if I can take that monster of yours.’

‘You will take, you will like. I am stronger than you so I force you if not. You want a Turk to rape you? Anyway you will get good surprise.’

Dave decided that having sucked the dick with all his spit down the shaft and he could take it. Besides he wanted that cock all the way up him .

Aslan put his hands around Dave and unzipped his HiViz pulling then down

‘Ah so you have no underwear on. You like to be ready for fucking. You were waiting for me. You have nice bum but no hair. We see.’

Aslan let a large gob of spit drop onto his cock and the taking his hands on to the cheeks he forced them wide so he could see his cock at the hole

‘First is sore but good sore and then you want all.’

As Aslan pushed his cock in so Dave winced and let out a small cry with pleasure pain but once in he started to move his arse back to take in the full length as quick as possible.

‘I knew you like Turkish cock. This is real man cock what you want . You like to be like a hairy Turk.’

With the cock all the way up his arse, and with Aslan starting to have his heavy hairy hands work on his dick Dave shouted

‘Shit, oh to be a Turk.’

‘Good man, I call you brother.’

‘Go on fuck me hard, brother, and wank me with those hands of yours.’

‘We cum together OK?’

The more Asland pushed his dick in and out the more his hands rubbed Dave’s cock. He could feel Dave’s cock throbbing with lust

‘Now I shoot up your arse.’

With one final push Dave felt a great stream of cum racing up his arse as his own cum spurted out over the desk in thick creamy wads.

This was no ordinary fuck as Dave could feel his body as if on fire, his blood seemed to be almost boiling and he felt dizzy.

As Aslan removed his arse and Dave stood up grabbing the table for support he could see his arms changing  his skin going a deep brown and dark thick hair was sprouting down the arms and across the hands. His shaved face when he put his hand up to check was now not even a stubble but a full beard so thick it almost covered his mouth. As he looked at his chest the hair was springing out the top of his T shirt and as he pulled up his Hiviz his legs he could hardly see or a forest of black hair. As he looked at his crotch he now saw  a thicker bigger cock nestled in thick black pubic hair.His head was still shaved but that as about the only think not different. He felt confused but it felt good to be hairy.

‘You like being hairy?’

‘It feels fucking great, brother, but my head feels odd. I am beginning to forget my own name.’

‘You are now Turkish man, real man,  hairy man and your name is Demir. What is your name?’

‘Demir.’

‘That is good brother. We Turks are all brothers. No one fucks like us and now you speak in Turkish OK?’

Replying in the language Demir said ‘Brother you make me a man.’

‘We are fuck buddies now.’

‘I fucking well hope so.’

Now we go back to Mehmet and we have night of fucking each other. You will like that’

You are right, I want to use this big Turkish cock of mine’

‘Do not worry you will and that cock and arse are bigger and hairier than before.’

‘Tomorrow we find someone for you to make one of us.’

‘There is a young guy on site I think I want.’

‘ Then you have him, a young horny hairy Turkish man. Good then that makes more to fuck.’

[4everhyucks]

just thinking about perv!haechan who owns a cafe right down your apartment so you tried getting a part time job there. in shock that you immediately got hired by the boss himself without even going through an interview.

perv!haechan who tells you to call him by his name instead of boss.

perv!haechan who sneaks glances beneath your skirt when you bend over to get a cake out of the chiller.

perv!haechan who touches the skin of your hand intimately when teaching you how to do latte art. breath hitting the back of your ear as he inhales the scent of your shampoo.

perv!haechan who presses his crotch against your ass from behind as he pretends to reach for something in the cabinet above you.

perv!haechan who accidentally spills his cup of water all over your white top, in hopes to see what bra you’re wearing underneath. sometimes he even takes a cloth to help dab your now see-through shirt dry, grinning inside when he feels how fast your heart is beating.

perv!haechan who imagines you sucking him off when you squat down beside him to get something from the drawers below.

perv!haechan who lets the rest of the workers leave early except you, just so he could secretly see you change out of your work clothes in the staff room without anyone noticing.

perv!haechan who openly flirts with you one fine day which made your panties wet with every comment. you’re counting the money in the cashier during closing when he starts grinding his hard on against your pussy, causing you to moan and drop the money in hand all over the floor.

“h-haechan?” you stammer, feeling a gush of wetness seep out of your heat.

“so fuckin’ wet, and it’s all because of me?” he asks, landing a slap on your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips. “you like that huh? what a slut,” he mumbles, leaning down to nip on your ear.

“wait, what if someone comes in— they’ll see.”

haechan ignores you and slides your panties down your thighs. he’s literally drooling at the sight of how wet you are, arousal dripping onto the floor, and its all for him. he licks his lips, “then let them,” he says as he plunges his raw length in you.

“fuck—!” you scream, hands scrambling all over the table to find something, anything to hold onto. haechan smirks, cock growing harder when he sees how much you’re struggling to take him in.

your heart stops when you hear chatters out the entrance but haechan showed no signs of stopping.

“s-someones coming haec—”

“shut up.” he slaps his palm over your mouth, pushing your upper body low enough to hide you behind the cashier.

the bell rings, indicating the customers had walked in.

“sorry we’re closed,” haechan says in a polite tone while his cock is still sitting inside of you.

you hear mutters of the group of people leaving and haechan wastes no time in fucking you again.

“bet that turned you on so much,” he yanks your body back up by your hair, “could feel your pussy clenching ‘round my cock so tightly.”

you whine at his words, the feeling of your climax approaching.

“c’mon, cream all over this cock.”

[nanivinsmoke]

Bestfriend’s Toy

Gojo x F!Reader

had to reupload because tumblr found my og picture nsfw. baby that’s what I write here! anyways, enjoy ~

summary ~ gojo uses you as his toy, whenever, where ever he wants. gojo x f!reader

warnings ~ dom, sub, dominate male, sub reader, cream pies, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, breeding, public sex, exhibitionism and more!

the sound of squelching and loud creaks of the bed vibrated throughout the room. their bodies moved in sync as they indulged in one another. her moans were muffled by her pink laced panties that the male had put into her mouth, as he pounded her cunt sloppy.

he was underneath her, supporting her from the top, as he jackhammered her hard; her wetness making a white slippery mess on his cock. her legs were weak and wobbly, yet she was taking his dick perfectly. “mmm. take my load. yeah?” she nodded her head quickly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

he pounded faster and harder, his mushroom tip kissing her spot each time. his warm thick load pooled inside of her as his stroke became sloppy. her eyes began to roll back and that feeling came in her stomach once again, but before she could enjoy it he pulled out of her immediately, making tears brim her eyes and whimpers muffling against the fabric.

he chuckled and pulled her panties out, letting her speak her mind, “gojo…..” she whined looking at him with sad eyes, wanting to feel complete. “what’s the matter, doll?” he teased as he grabbed his boxers, knowing exactly what she wanted. “please…please let me finish,” she begged and spread her thick thighs, which let his kids flow out of her.

“my toys don’t get to finish. now be a good cum dump and put those back on, you’re wasting it” he pointed at the pink garments lying next to her, before he continued to get dressed.

y/n and gojo were best friends. they met in college and did everything together, even working at the same job as each other. one night during a game of strip poker, y/n had the winning streak but the tables turned in gojo’s favor, which ended up having the game end up as a tie. as a tie breaker he suggested something different, something that changed their relationship forever. to make that long and lewd story short, they ended up being a six and a nine that night, seeing who could cum first. he was the loser that time, but seeing how well she could make him cum loads, he decided on making her his fuck toy and she obliged.

“your receipt is in the bag, enjoy your day. beautiful” the customers squealed and smiled as Gojo flirted with them, exiting the store while giggling and talking about how cute he was. while he was putting their cash into the drawer, he glanced over at the girl that was crouching next to him, shivering and whimpering as the toy that was inserted inside her went rampant inside her hole.

“you didn’t make any noise, good girl. as your reward, im going to turn the toy off for now. in the meantime, you can go stock the shelves” his blue eyes trailed over to the next customer walking into their convenience store and a smirk appeared on his face.

waddling over to an isle, y/n moved slow as she was still weak from being overstimulated a few minutes ago. her panties were soaked with her fluids, making it uncomfortable for her to move around, she had came so much she was sure he drained her. but, the thought of being caught, the thought of someone hearing the buzzing of the toy, the thought of someone finding out what she was doing; made her blush. gojo had brought out a side she didn’t know she had. she liked it.

the customer that entered the store looked around puzzled, not able to find what they were looking for, which made the white haired male smile. he knew exactly what to do, “you need help miss?” his smile seemed genuine, but it was hardly that. “oh im looking for this,” the woman pointed at her phone and that cause gojo’s smile to widen more. “ah yes, that’s down that aisle. there should be a woman down there that can help you,” his smile was bright and the woman nodded her head.

“miss? can you help me find something that im looking for?” the woman’s voice called out to y/n who turned around and nodded with a smile, slowly waddling over to her. “Oh, that’s over he—OH!” gojo had turned on the toy once again, putting it on the highest setting. “are yoh alright miss–oh my god!” y/n had dropped to her knees, as the orgasm came upon her. the orgasm she so desperately needed caused her legs to go weak. her breathing picked up and her mind went blank.

“oh my! sorry about her, she hadn’t slept much. here! this is on the house. Im going to take care of her for a bit. thanks for stopping at our store” gojo handed the woman the item she was looking for before picking y/n’s body up and making his way to the back room. when the two were finally alone, she was still in her daze as gojo stared at her with a smirk with the remote in hand. “how many times did you cum?”

her eyes fluttered up to his, “five times…” she replied weakly and he chuckled before turning off the toy with the remote. he swiftly pulled down his zipper and pushed his hard cock through the hole and with no hesitation he slipped y/n’s panties to the side; his pink tip at her slick entrance before he stopped. his blue crystal eyes met her’s for a brief moment, before she looked away and bucked her hips closer to him and pushed him inside. “shit! attagirl. taking me so well”

her wetness immediately coated his dick, creating a film of cream over it, “you came again didn’t you?” he already knew the answer as he felt her walls contract around him. she nodded weakly her eyes fixtated on the door behind them, her ears perked up when she heard the store’s door chime on the opposite side of the door. “oh? you got excited didn’t you? let’s make sure they can hear you take this dick”

he slammed his hips foreward, pushing himself deeper inside of her making her yelp out. He continued this action more, loving the noises she finally decided to let out. “mmm. so fucking sexy, I can do it inside?” he groaned softly, stroking in and out of her sopping wet cunt. she nodded frantically hearing the customers call out for them.

gojo’s strokes became sloppier and fast paced, and his dick twitched inside of her. y/n’s orgasm came crashing down on her hard, her body twitched and her back arched, “YES!” gojo let out his load inside of her, his thick white semen dripped out of her when he pulled out.

“you know I’m going to punish you later for cumming so much, right? now, let’s go see what they want”

[pedroshotwifey]

Hi! I have one request. Just a horny Joel Miller jacking off to porn. A solo session. That’s pretty much it 🫶

You got it, baby. Hope this is what you were looking for ;) If not, please feel free to send me another request or message and I'll fix it up for you!

Also gonna make a PSA here and say sorry that I still don't have updates for TTF or FB. I also want to apologize for not being super active lately. I promise I'm trying, I just have a lot going on right now. Love you all and hope you're doing well!

W/C: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: male masturbation, pornographic details, I mean c'mon it's pretty self explanatory

Stress Relief

It’s been an absolute shit show of a day. Wrong tile ordered after being on the waitlist for a week, two employees calling out, a customer changing their mind on the layout three fourths of the way through the project. Between it all, Joel didn’t get a single break. 

He’s tired, fed up, and ready to go home to an empty house. With Sarah gone to sleep over at a friend’s, he knows what he’ll be doing tonight. He’s pent-up as hell and there’s only one good release he can think about right now. Unfortunately, he’s been brewing on it the entire hour-long ride home. 

Thinking about the pull on his cock, his fist wrapped tightly around it. How good it’ll feel as he pushes all his thoughts away for the build-up. How the relief will take over him after he comes, exhaustion finally able to catch up to him and let him rest.

By the time he pulls into his driveway, he’s straining almost painfully against his jeans. And by the time he’s locked the door, he’s decided that anything else he needs to do tonight can wait. 

He shoves his coat off and drops it in the front fall before making his way to the living room. He doesn’t waste time turning on the light, instead bypassing the switch and scooping up his laptop to open on the coffee table in front of where he takes a seat on the couch. 

Shamelessly, he unbuckles his belt and opens a new tab. He clicks on the first video, not bothering to be picky. It begins to play, showing a man sitting on a couch, a woman coming up to him and sliding into his lap. Joel licks his lips and reaches for his cock about halfway before coming to a stop. His lube is sitting in the top drawer of his nightstand. 

And sure, he doesn’t need it, but god would it be so much better if he did. He decides to just get up and get it, stomping through the house into his bedroom to retrieve it. 

By the time he’s back to the couch, the couple in the video are naked and grinding against each other. As he opens the bottle of lube and squirts it on his open palm, the man slides inside of the woman’s heat. He begins thrusting up into her as Joel frees his length from his boxers, his heavy balls resting outside of them. Even the cool air against him feels heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck,” Joel groans as he wraps his lube-slicked fist around his aching cock. His hips buck with the contact, thighs tensing in both relief and anticipation. Lewd moans stream from the speakers of his laptop, the exaggerated noise turning him on way more than it probably should. 

He can’t help it though, the way his dick twitches when he looks down at the screen just in time to see the couple in the video switching positions. The man grabs the woman roughly only to bend her over the arm of the couch and slam back into her. The camera comes in close to capture the way her body jolts with the force in which the man is thrusting into her stretched pussy. 

Joel grunts, his teeth gritting together as he squeezes his cock. His stomach clenches as he tries to control himself. She sounds so sweet, her little whimpers and pleads for more of her partner’s cock swirling around his lust-filled head. He resumes up and down motions on his cock, tugging furiously and focusing only on the way the smooth skin of him feels so good gliding against his lubricant. He wants to draw it out, but he knows he can’t. 

He closes his eyes and listens to the symphony, imagining it’s him pounding into her sweet pussy instead, him getting his frustrations out through her body. His cock making those squelching noises with each push in, his cock collecting a milky rim at the base as the girl writhes in pleasure around him. 

He licks his lips, chest and cheeks pinking as he gets lost in his own fantasy. He pictures himself using the side of the couch for leverage, thrusting fast and slamming as hard as he can against her to get her to scream out in ecstasy. He would wrap her hair in his fist to pull her soft, warm pussy onto his dick until he spills inside, filling her up to the brim. 

Joel begins to pant as he tugs harder, opening his eyes to see they’ve switched positions again. This time, the girl is laying flat with her back on the couch, the man in front of her with his tongue on her cunt. The man is holding her down by her thighs and stomach as she squirms in overstimulation, but she cries for more even as her body tries to get away. 

Joel wishes he could taste her on his own tongue. It’s been far too long since he was able to feast on a woman in such a way. Too long since he had anybody to get him off but himself. 

Suddenly, the girl starts to come, her moans getting louder and more high pitched as she clenches around the man’s fingers. He doesn’t slow as he helps her through it, prolonging the orgasm until the girl is openly sobbing. 

The sound of Joel’s furious pumping is starting to get louder as the lube spreads and warms even further, the slick slapping noise every time he hits his pelvis almost drowning out the sound of the video. If he tries hard enough, he can even imagine it’s a real cunt he’s fucking into right now. 

He knows he’s getting closer. His balls start to tighten and he throws his head back, ears beginning to ring as he puts all of his focus on crossing that finish line. His breath comes out thinner but still noisy, whines and groans tumbling from his lips, unrestrained in the empty house. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grunts a final time before spilling over his hand. His jaw falls slack as he drags it out, pumping himself dry even after it becomes too much. He relishes in the way his own cum easens the slide and keeps him warm as he softens. He wants so badly to keep going, get himself hard again, but he can’t. 

He hisses through tightened teeth and finally lets his hand fall from his limp cock. The video’s ended, leaving him alone in his living room to cool off. Deciding he’ll just let himself relax to get his bearings for a moment, he lays his head against the headrest on the couch. His eyes fall closed again as his breathing starts to even out. He can only tell at the last second that he’s about to fall asleep, but he’s too far gone by then to care.

[shoyosh]

i love you like the sun. h.s

general audiences | hinata / reader | 2.4k words — post-timeskip, childhood friends, reader is a university student, reader's mother owns a bakery, reunion :), sun/moon motifs perchance, not proofread! — read on SqWA

summary: while consumed in a blind race against the world, a comfortable beam of light returned to your life to guide your path forward.

author's note: for the fellow hinata stans out there shoveling through life, i suppose this is what a character like hinata would want to remind us :) happy belated birthday hinata... sob, sob. this is so late lol. title taken from the moon will sing by the crane wives (youtube).

Your short trip to the convenience store for a midnight snack is a growing nightmare as the machine rejects your payment. You don't have cash so on your second try, you close your eyes and wish for the best.

You're hungry and tired, the worse combination to deal with the pathetic 'loading…' screen. It's the ultimate test of patience as seconds tick by, and you're about to lose it…

Beep!

You sigh, reining your head from dropping on the counter top. The tech menace flaunts a large, bold 'ERROR!' It proceeds to shut down. While it feasted on your fear and patience, you got the short end of the stick. Seems like you'll be starting your all-nighter with an empty stomach.

Ding! The store bell rings. A customer has entered just in time to see your plight. What a happening night of unfortunate circumstances.

"I am so sorry for the trouble," you mutter, grabbing your item off the counter. The cashier takes a marker from a drawer underneath, swirls to the cabinet behind for a piece of paper, and writes "Cash Only" before finding a metal stand to prop the notice. Then, he calls the next customer.

It's just a fluffy, yellow, and warm melon bread. You can survive this deepening lonely night without it as you've done before.

This convenience store has served you diligently since your youth. Today is an outlier, not the end of the world. You're low on energy hence you shouldn't waste it on strong emotions, especially not tears.

You shake your head and leave the queue to place your item back on the shelf.

"Wait! I'll pay for you!" a voice says. Your eyes brighten. Who is this stranger whom you owe? Your saviour who will help you plough through this empty, blue and bleak night?

When you spin around, you stare straight at the sun.

Short yet tousled orange hair, tanned skin, and intense brown eyes. The man in front of you is more happy than surprised to see you.

"Hinata-san?" You sputter, pointing at him as he points back at you with a complementary wide grin. He seems to want to say your name but a question leaps from your tightening throat: "You're back in Japan?"

Just as he's about to reply, the cashier coughs and Hinata returns his attention to paying. He shares he wants to pay for your item, so you hand it to the cashier for another round of scanning. You also use the opportunity of his back against you to wipe any stray water at the corner of your eye.

Once he makes the purchase, both of you walk out of the convenience store. Warm summer air blows on your face the moment the glass doors slide open.

"What are you doing awake at this time?" Hinata asks while you're preoccupied with opening the plastic of your anticipated snack. It seems he did not buy anything.

"I should say the same for you!" Your mouth is filled with bread, muffling your pronunciation but unable to cushion the excitement in your voice. "Did you not tell anyone you are back?"

"Only my family knows for now." Hinata watches you carefully as you chow your mini-meal. "I landed a few hours ago and will be leaving in a few days. I don't think I have time to catch up with everyone... This trip was unplanned."

You press your lips together at the thought he didn't contact you for something as big as his a return.

Only after rumination, ensuring none of the hurt spills, do you speak.

"It's been so long since we last saw each other."

"I'm back to celebrate my birthday with my family. I believe the last we saw each other was on my birthday too."

You cough to readjust a lump of chewed bread that almost went down wrongly.

Birthday?

You tilt your phone's screen to see the date.

21st June.

Memories of a near distant past return, rearing you speechless as it plays in front of you like a film.

You remember Hinata, on his way to celebrate his last birthday as a high school student, riding his bicycle to your mother's neighbourhood bakery; You rejecting his invitation to go out so you can study for an upcoming test; The impromptu picnic at the park disrupted by your silent outburst; Him calmly convincing you to rest, not cram your head with revision.

"How embarrassing…" you mutter, wrestling with a sudden and strong desire to run to your apartment and never see the light of day. "I wish you'd forget that. I know I did."

"How can I forget! You were so stressed and I was so worried. But you did sleep and texted me the next day that you were feeling better. You were the top scorer for your test too! Isn't that the best birthday present?"

Your face heats up. Surely it is the summer night that is causing such a reaction. Did he know the effect he had on people? Shining smile and all. Does he know what effect he has on you? How unwavering it is despite the time and distance apart.

"I'm full," you declare, passing him your half-bitten melon bread. He didn't say it but you know he probably wants a bite of it too. It is his favourite. "You haven't tasted this in a while right? They don't sell this in Brazil, do they?"

"It's not as delicious." He takes the food, fingers brushing yours. You try to keep your hands to your side as naturally as possible, as if contact with his skin didn't inject a thousand chills into your system, blood rushing to your face.

"Why are awake at this hour though?" He asks.

"I'm just hungry." You shrug.

He chows down the melon bread. Then, he narrows his eyes.

"You wouldn't be if you were asleep though…"

"Obviously," you tease, trying to steer the conversation away from your tendency to sleep late. "Now it's your turn to share what you're doing here."

The convenience store is far behind as you and Hinata stroll down the street at a familiar leisurely pace. You walked this path with him every day up till high school, when he went to a school beyond the mountains, Karasuno. You didn't stay in the neighbourhood either. You were awarded a scholarship for a school in the city.

It pained you to realise how far apart you were from your best friend then. But he was always nearby. Although infrequent throughout high school, he would peer through the glass windows of the bakery looking for you. Sometimes you'll visit his house for dinner when your mother had deliveries out of town. Moments you spent with him were sun-drenched. Without him, you easily receded into long, gloomy nights of revising. There was no other option if you wanted to hold your scholarship among a pool of talented people. You even decided against staying at the University dorms to have his shade of orange in your life.

You can't say you took the news of him traveling to Brazil well.

It was easy to drown in the deep blues of the night since. Burning your memories in exchange for output, so there were less things to painfully hold on to.

"I'm still following Brazil's clock." Hinata laughs, then points at the moon but you look at him. "It's bright in Brazil. I would be at the beach hitting some drills."

As you pass the lamplight, you observe his new physique. He has an uneven tan around his shoulders and thighs that are larger and more formed. You try to tear your eyes away from it, but they linger even as both of you enter a shadowed area of the road. If you knew you would bump into him, you would wear something presentable. You are in your loose pajamas, and unlike Hinata who is in a sleeveless top and sports shorts, you aren't prepared for the warm weather. The trip to the convenience store was supposed to be quick.

"Let's drop by my place, if you don't mind," you offer.

"Sure! I was planning to walk you back anyways, and there's nothing to do at home."

"Do you not have plans for your birthday?"

"Not until tomorrow." He shakes his head and hesitates. He glances at you innocently which signals he's far from innocent but your desire to question him is swept away with his large sigh. "The cake my parents bought will only come then."

"It's a custom cake? I can't think of any other reason why it can't be fulfilled on the day of the—wait… My mum was busy making an order for a special cake, and she said it was something I'll look forward to… Is that your cake?"

Hinata rubs the back of his head as he looks at everything but you, eyes frantically jumping from lamppost to the ground to the roof of houses.

"I…" He pouts like a dog with its tail between its legs. "My return was supposed to be a surprise…" His voice tapers to a whisper, but Hinata has the lungs of a beast. He roars the next few words. "I was supposed to send you a surprise invite to my birthday party tomorrow, but I really wanted to see you!"

You stand at the sidewalk, limbs limp and eyes wide. If you were still eating, you would have dropped your snack.

He wanted… to see you?

But you have more important things to stress about!

Tomorrow? After your all-nighter to finish your work, you'll crash! You might need a drink for that extra energy boost throughout the night…

"Is something wrong?" Hinata asks, his eyes now steadily on you. "I heard from your mum you have been working hard. That's why your replies are so sparse, isn't it?"

"I wasn't… ignoring you," you mumble, remembering how he'll send you a text and you'll reply a month later. "Yeah, things have been getting really busy."

He crosses his arms, puffing his chest out.

"I knew you'd be at the convenience store."

"Eh?" A second blow of surprise. Maybe you've overworked yourself. This is a dream, isn't it? You pinch your cheeks and flinch at the pain.

"You haven't changed, have you? Do I need to be here to take care of you?" He leans, eyes sharp and focused, as if you'll be able to see yourself through his irises. You'll never know in the dimness, but it does feel he's caged you in his sight.

"E-Eh!!" You stumble back, chains of embarrassment are latched on your shoulders and calling you to the floor. "Please don't say such stuff so abruptly. I can't take it."

Hinata chortles, filling your chest with a warmth that coddles your heart battered by his absence. You missed this laugh of his. An aunty turns on the lights in her room and opens her window to scold both of you, and her incessant insults about being lovesick birds causes that feeling to climb to your face.

After apologising, the short distance to your house is awkward, but he invites himself in like old times once he's reached, as if the summer he left was a fever dream.

"Sorry, everything is all over the place," you warn as you flick your room's lights on. Stacks of books overflow from your shelf while stationary and miscellaneous items sprawl on your desk, your laptop the epicentre of the mess. You dump yourself in your chair and instinctively start working as Hinata makes himself comfortable sitting at the edge of your bed. But it's not enough to please him as he gets up and observes over your shoulder.

"That's a lot of words."

"It's a report I've got to finish by tomorrow." Your fingers fly across the keyboard. Seconds later, they are deleted. "It's a pain in the ass."

Hinata giggles. "I've never heard you say that."

"Everyone says worse stuff in University. It really wrings you dry." You get up to pull a stool from under your bed for him to sit on. His name written in cheap red marker across the seat is faded and smeared.

"Have you been living like this? Your bed feels almost new while your chair looks worn." His fingers ghost over some scratch marks on the backrest.

Do I need to be here to take care of you?

"It feels like I don't really have a choice."

"Well, since neither of us can sleep, let's go through this night together."

With Hinata's presence, the night is less blue.

When you wake, it is late morning. Your alarm has been ringing for hours, and you turn to your side after shutting it off. With your head resting on your soft pillow, blanket over your figure, and the air conditioning gently buzzing to cool your room to a comfortable temperature, it’s the perfect equation for staying in bed. However, hazy memories of your report jolts you to your feet.

What happened last night? Where did you stop? Where's Hinata? You dash towards your screen—

There is a post-it-note at the corner with a message written in neat yet uneven handwriting.

You check your phone out of habit, surprised to find a notification. Hinata sent a text.

I went back home to sleep. You worked hard so I tucked you in bed ☆～（ゝ。∂）Hope to see you at the party tomorrow!

Another attack of summer—your face warms and you hide behind your hands. He tucked you in bed? That's so embarrassing. How are you going to face him during the party?

Once again, his words repeat in your mind.

Do I need to be here to take care of you?

If you can be selfish, the answer is yes.

But you know better than that. The sun is a distant star that shines out of reach.

You try to ignore the clock and its ticking numbers, and once your anxiousness surrenders to a calm, you pester your mother downstairs to make your favourite childhood drink. Her not-so-special spciality: hot chocolate. You haven't drank it in years. Taking the cup up, you settle in your chair and do some stretches.

You close your eyes facing your window. The sun's rays seep through your eyelids, a splash of unforgettable orange paints your view.

Even if Hinata can't be with you as often as you'll like, you'll always have traces of him to guide you through the endless night.

You take a deep, big breath and read the reminder he left on your laptop.

Take it easy.

author's note: this story was inspired by this video by lessons from anime (youtube). started this fic on 24th june and tried to finish it before the month ended only to fail, but i picked myself up and somehow managed to squeeze this out. thanks for making it until the end! till my next hq fanfic :)