#he’d be openly head over heels and want to go on dates

[nhlclover]

STAY AWAY FROM JULIET! JACK DRURY

pairing: brind'amour!daughter!reader x jack drury

summary: caught between your love for jack and your father's strict rules about dating players, you find yourself navigating the thrill and weight of a secret romance.

warnings: secret relationship, forbidden relationship, reader is coaches daughter + teammates sister, pretending that skylar isn't with the ahl team in chicago and is on the roster.

wc: 3.80k

notes: jack drury fic! i don't know a ton about him off the ice so i hope this is good. thank u to the anon who requested!

As everyone knows, the last thing you ever want to do is cross Rod Brind’Amour—a fact you understand all too well as his daughter. That’s why it’s a surprise, even to you, that you ended up in a relationship with Jack Drury, one of his players, breaking the strict ‘no fraternizing with the team’ rule he’d always imposed on you. You would feel bad for disobeying your father if it weren’t for the fact that you were head over heels for Jack.

Keeping the relationship under wraps wasn’t easy, but you both agreed it was for the best. The risk of your dad finding out — and the reaction that you knew would result from that — was enough to keep you both cautious. Growing up, you'd heard countless stories from your dad’s former teammates and players about his fierce dedication and unwavering standards. Those standards extended beyond the ice, especially when it came to you and Skylar.

It wasn’t that Jack wasn’t good enough. Far from it. He was everything your dad would probably want for you—loyal, kind, respectful, with a work ethic that rivaled your father’s own. But the idea of dating someone on the team went against every guideline Rod had set, a boundary he made clear for you and Skylar growing up.

Despite the careful hiding, sneaking around brought a thrill you hadn’t expected. Late-night meet-ups after practice, stolen kisses in hidden corridors, and text messages that had to be deleted as soon as you read them were all part of the secret that bound you and Jack even closer. And, to your surprise, you found that these stolen moments made you fall for him even more.

At first, sneaking around with Jack felt almost like a game. You both laughed about the lengths you’d go to keep everything hidden—timing phone calls to avoid your dad, coordinating schedules so you could “bump into each other” outside the rink without raising suspicion, and finding creative ways to communicate without leaving a digital trail. Every stolen glance or quick touch that no one else noticed made your heart race. The secrecy added an exhilarating spark, something just for the two of you that no one else could touch.

You joked with Jack about the lengths you went to: how you’d pretend not to notice each other at team events, how he’d throw you a subtle wink from across a room when no one else was looking, and how you’d meet up in empty stairwells of the Lenovo Centre. Jack always kept things light-hearted, his playful grin reassuring you that as long as you were together, it would be worth the risk.

But as the months passed, the thrill started to wear thin, replaced by a longing for something simpler. The constant need to look over your shoulder or keep your voice low when you talked about him to your friends began to feel more like a weight. You’d catch yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to hold his hand in public or just have him over for dinner without the worry of your dad or brother finding out.

And it wasn’t just the sneaking around that was exhausting; it was how much you missed out on. When the team had get-togethers, you couldn’t be by his side, even though you wanted to support him. Sometimes, he’d mention a charity event or team dinner, and you’d have to laugh it off, pretending it didn’t sting that you couldn’t be there openly. As his career milestones came and went, you wanted to celebrate with him, to be the one cheering the loudest. Instead, you found yourself watching from afar, silently, wishing things could be different.

And now not only was the hiding becoming a weight between you and Jack, it was getting harder and harder to manage, and the cracks began to show. You could feel the pressure building, the constant vigilance required to keep everything under wraps growing harder to manage.

There were moments when the secrecy felt like it was taking more than it was giving. Every time you saw Jack after practice, there was a part of you that wanted to shout your feelings from the rooftops. But, instead, you shared a fleeting smile or a brief touch, both of you hyper-aware of every passing moment. Whenever you were at the rink and you’d run into your dad, your stomach would twist in knots, and you’d pray that he wouldn’t catch sight of Jack or—worse—make the connection. The thought of your father, who had built his career on discipline and loyalty, discovering that you were breaking one of his cardinal rules, made your heart race with a mixture of dread and guilt.

But it wasn’t just your dad that made the situation complicated. It was Skylar. Your brother, who had always been protective of you, was starting to catch on to your avoidance. The way you always seemed to have an excuse to leave early when he invited you to hang out, the way you deflected questions about who you were spending time with outside of work — Skylar had always been perceptive, and he was no fool. You could see it in his eyes. He’d give you those knowing glances whenever you seemed a little too distracted, or when your phone would buzz with a text message from Jack and you’d panic, quickly pocketing it before he saw.

The strain was becoming too much, and you were growing worried that it wouldn’t be long before one of them, probably Skylar, would piece it together. Every time you met Jack in a secluded corner of the rink or snuck away for a quick coffee, there was a part of you that dreaded being caught. If your dad or brother saw you and Jack together, even for a moment, all your carefully constructed walls would come crashing down.

One night, with your dad out for a dinner meeting with Eric Tulsky and a few of the Hurricanes’ execs, you’d invited Jack over, excited to finally let him into your world a little deeper. You’d barely gotten him through the door before you were wrapped around each other, muffling laughter and eager whispers as you stumbled up the stairs to your bedroom. For once, he was in your space—somewhere that felt like an extension of yourself, familiar and intimate. Jack looked around, taking in the room he’d only heard about: the bulletin board crowded with photos, ticket stubs, and other keepsakes; shelves overflowing with books and childhood mementos; the whole room exuding a soft, cozy warmth.

As he wandered, his fingers traced along your cluttered desk, a slight smile on his lips as he absorbed the details. Then, his gaze landed on a photo pinned to the board, and he plucked it down before you could stop him. “Oh my gosh,” he teased, grinning as he held it up to inspect. “You with glasses, pigtails, and… are those sequins on your jeans?”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you tried to grab the picture back. “It was a phase. And, anyway, I don’t think Mr. ‘neon-green frosted tips for the playoffs’ has any room to talk about style choices.”

He gasped, mock-offended, holding the photo just out of reach. “Hey, that was iconic. This, on the other hand…” He squinted at it, chuckling. “I need to know how many days you rocked the bedazzled denim look.”

With a smirk, you stepped closer, sliding your hands up his chest, pinning him with a look that was half-daring, half-teasing. “Do you really want to spend tonight making fun of my middle school fashion choices? Or… maybe we could get back to what we’re really here for?”

Jack’s laughter faded, replaced by that familiar, mischievous glint. He leaned down, voice softer, warmer. “Alright, you win,” he murmured, his hands settling around your waist. “You’re way more distracting than a photo ever could be.” With a gentle smile, he placed the photo back on the board and turned fully to you, and as he drew you in.

Your hands drifted to his shoulders, his fingers trailing up your sides, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. You pulled Jack to your bed, easing him back onto the plush comforter, propping one leg on either side of his hips. Jack’s lips brushed softly along your neck, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling the closeness of him, the quiet thrill of sneaking him into your space. His hands traced under the hem of your top, tugging it up, and you broke apart just long enough to pull off your shirts, casting them aside as you reconnected in a kiss that deepened, stealing your breath.

You were so wrapped up in him, so blissfully unaware, that the sudden slam of a car door outside might as well have been thunder. You jolted, pulling away, and Jack’s lips left a small, bewildered whimper at the abrupt loss of contact. “Did you hear that?” you whispered, heart racing.

“Hear what?” he asked, clearly not wanting to hear anything but the steady hum of the moment between you.

You slipped off his lap, crept to the window, and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek through. There it was — your dad’s SUV parked once again in the driveway. Panic clawed at your stomach as you hissed, “Shit!”

Jack’s face went pale as the sound of keys jingling met your ears from downstairs. His expression mirrored yours — frozen panic — as he took in the narrow confines of your room, seeming to realize in real time that hiding nearly six feet of hockey player was no small feat.

“Closet,” you whispered sharply, tugging him in that direction. He stifled a laugh, squeezing himself into the cramped space, giving you a look that was somewhere between grateful and bewildered as you shut the doors.

You dashed back to the bed, frantically tugging your shirt back on and running a hand through your hair, grabbing your phone and slipping on your headphones. You quickly ran back to the closet, cracking open the doors. “Stay quiet,” you said. “Don’t come out until I come and get you and the coast is all clear.”

Just as you returned to the bed and threw the blanket over your legs, the door creaked open, and there was your dad, standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Hey,” he said, pausing, taking in the sight of you with the unmistakable air of someone who knew more than he was letting on. “Who were you talking to?”

You gave him what you hoped was an effortlessly casual smile, lifting your phone to show you were on a call. “Oh, just a friend from school. She’s, uh, going through some stuff, so I’m keeping her company on the phone,” you replied, praying he couldn’t hear your pulse thundering in your chest.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it entirely but also not wanting to pry too deeply. “Right, okay,” he said slowly. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. But maybe keep it down, alright?”

You nodded, trying to look as unaffected as possible. “Will do,” you said with a small, too-casual smile, watching as he lingered for one last beat before closing the door.

As soon as you heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, you practically collapsed back onto the bed in relief. After a beat, the closet door creaked open, and Jack stepped out, eyes wide and lips pressed tightly together as he tried not to laugh.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, still grinning, “I thought I was going to get caught.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, half-relieved, half-ready to burst into laughter at the situation. "I thought we were both done for," you muttered, letting out a soft, breathy laugh as Jack joined you on the bed. He flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling, eyes still gleaming with barely restrained laughter.

Jack propped himself up on one elbow, glancing over at you. "You know, one day, we’re going to have to tell people. I mean, if I got caught hiding in your closet tonight, I don’t think I could ever live it down." He chuckled, but his words held a trace of seriousness, hinting at the future you both knew was looming.

You sighed, the humor fading a bit as reality set back in. "I know," you admitted quietly. "I just… I worry about how my dad and Skylar will react. I mean, they know you as a player, as a teammate. But as… as the guy I’m with?" You trailed off, unsure of how to put your feelings into words.

Jack reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his expression softening. “They know me as the guy who’s dedicated to the team, who works hard. And I’d be dedicated to you, too. That’s all they need to know. Besides…” He smirked a little, trying to lighten the moment. “Skylar and I have been in a locker room together more than enough. He probably knows more about me than he ever wanted to.”

You laughed, shaking your head. "You don’t know my dad like I do. He’s seen me as his little girl for so long. And Skylar, well… he’s overprotective." You glanced down, picking at the blanket as the weight of their potential reactions settled on you. "I just don’t want them to think… I don’t know, that we’re crossing some sort of line."

“What? Rod would never overreact to anything!” Jack said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You give him a shove but recognize that Jack would likely know exactly how your dad would react to finding out about the two of you.

Jack let out a small, sympathetic smile, and his fingers found yours, intertwining gently as he looked into your eyes. "Hey," he said softly, "no matter how it goes, I’m here. Even if Rod loses his mind or Skylar thinks he needs to 'protect' you from me — I'm not going anywhere." His voice was steady, his eyes holding a quiet confidence that made you feel both reassured and grounded.

You squeezed his hand, feeling your heart swell at his words. “You really mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes steady and sincere. “I want them to know that you’re safe with me, that I’d do anything to make you happy. They deserve that reassurance, and I want to give it to them.” He paused, a playful glint returning to his gaze. “But maybe not when I’m sneaking out of your closet at two in the morning.”

You both burst out laughing again, the tension breaking as the comfort of the moment settled around you. Pulling Jack close, you rested your head on his shoulder, a sense of peace washing over you.

“One day” you murmured, almost to yourself. “But not tonight.”

Jack nodded, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle squeeze. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be here.”

As the days went on, though, the secrecy only grew harder. You’d thought you could keep your relationship under wraps with a bit of careful planning and a few white lies, but you hadn’t anticipated how deeply you’d crave being able to share your life with Jack openly. Every time you’d pass him in the halls of the Lenovo Centre having to pass by him like you didn’t know him as anyone more than one of your dad's players. Or every quick squeeze of his hand when no one was looking. It was beginning to feel like a delicate balancing act — one slip, and it would all come tumbling down.

Your dad had started to notice your little “disappearances,” the times you’d claim to be studying with friends or heading out to run an errand but were actually meeting Jack. And Skylar, perceptive as ever, kept teasing you, asking if your newfound happiness was because the Canes were doing so well or if someone was responsible for it. You’d brush it off with a laugh, but deep down, you knew it couldn’t go on like this.

So when Jack suggested a simple date — just the two of you at a small, out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner — you felt a rush of relief. No sneaking, no hiding in closets, just a normal evening where you could enjoy each other’s company without the pressure of prying eyes. The restaurant was quiet, candlelit, and tucked away, and for once, you almost allowed yourself to believe you were truly alone.

The two of you slipped into comfortable conversation, laughing over the menu as Jack exaggerated his disgust at any mention of seafood, and you felt that familiar warmth, that thrilling ease that made you wish every night could be like this. But as you raised your glass for another sip, you noticed Jack’s gaze shift from your face, over your shoulder, to somewhere behind you, his smile suddenly faltering.

Before you could turn around, Jack’s hand took yours that was resting on the table, giving a gentle squeeze, trying to soothe you as he leaned in and whispered, “Don’t freak out, okay? But I think… your dad and Skylar just walked in.”

Your heart plummeted, eyes wide as your head whipped around to confirm Jack’s words. Sure enough, there they were, standing with some friends of your family. They scanned the room, not seeming to have noticed you yet, but your carefully secret relationship was now hanging in the balance.

You quickly turned back to Jack, lifting your menu as if it could shield you from view, heart hammering in your chest. “Of all the restaurants…” you muttered under your breath, feeling the moment's weight settle heavily.

Jack looked at you with steady, gentle eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. If they see us, we’ll handle it,” he said softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles over the back of your hand. “No more hiding, right?”

You nodded, dropping the menu back to the table, feeling the words sink in and taking comfort in Jack’s reassuring touch. You both kept your heads down, focusing on each other and praying the waiter would come quickly to take your orders. But a few moments later, footsteps approached, and you knew it was too late to keep pretending.

“Hey, you two,” came a familiar voice. You looked up to see your dad and Skylar standing by your table. Your dad’s expression was stoic, with no reaction to the sight of you two showing. Skylar, however, had a shit-eating grin on his face. There was no escaping it now.

With a deep breath, you tightened your hold on Jack’s hand and mustered a smile. “Hi, Dad. Hi, Sky,” you greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as nervous as you felt.

Skylar folded his arms, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between you and Jack. “Care to explain?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You glared at your older brother who was clearly finding enjoyment in this.

Jack cleared his throat, sitting up a little straighter. “Sir, I’d… We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and we didn’t want you to hear about it from someone else. We just… wanted to be careful with how it might look, with the team and all.”

Your dad’s face remained unreadable for a moment, eyes flickering from you to Jack as he processed. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you held your breath, waiting for some sign of his reaction. Finally, he sighed, his expression softening slightly as he looked back at you.

“As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters,” he said, his tone calm but sincere. “It’s important that you’re with someone who respects you — someone who’s going to be good to you.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and you felt your shoulders relax as you smiled. “Thank you, Dad.”

You turned to look at Skylar who was now eyeing Jack, suddenly serious. Finally, he huffed, breaking the silence. “Alright, alright… I know Jack’s a good guy. But you know I’ll kick his ass if he ever does anything to hurt you, right?” He shot Jack a warning look, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Jack laughed softly, nodding. “Understood. I’ll make sure you don’t have to.”

A smile broke across your face, and you felt the last of your fears dissolve. “Thank you, both of you,” you said, your voice soft with gratitude. “I just… I don’t want this to affect anything between you guys as teammates or between you guys as coach and player.”

Your dad nodded thoughtfully, glancing at Jack. “We’ll figure it out. Just promise me you’ll be open with us going forward, okay? No more hiding in closets or pretending to study at friends’ houses.”

Your smile dropped, a bright red hue flashing across your cheeks as you remembered shoving Jack into your cramped closet a month ago when your dad suddenly came home. “You knew?”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement breaking through his usually serious demeanor. “I’m your father. Of course, I knew,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Also, he left his team jacket on your desk chair. It says Drury on the shoulder.”

Skylar snorted, unable to contain his laughter. “The closet? Really?” he teased, shaking his head.

“What did you want me to do? Tell him to jump out the window?” you argued.

Your dad rolled his eyes but softened, his gaze landing on you both with a newfound acceptance. “Just… next time, try a little honesty instead of extreme hiding tactics. I’d rather know than worry about you sneaking around.” His voice was gentle, a tone he rarely used outside of family moments, and it only reassured you that he was really okay with this.

You nodded, feeling more at ease than you had in months. “I promise. No more hiding, Dad.”

Your dad and Skylar exchanged a look, something unspoken but approving passing between them before they glanced back at you. “Alright, we’ll leave you two to your dinner,” your dad said, giving you a warm nod. “But I expect to see him at dinner on Sunday night and be properly introduced to your boyfriend.”

As they walked away, you and Jack exchanged a relieved laugh, your hands still intertwined. Jack lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Well, that went better than expected,” he murmured, his eyes twinkling with both relief and affection.

You smiled, feeling lighter than ever. “Yeah, I think we’re officially in the clear.”

Jack leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “So, does that mean no more closets?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “No more closets,” you agreed.

[vickyzangels]

% “..but i kinda hope they catch us, anyway.”

# synopsis ; an anon asked for sfw and nsfw headcanons for tom but i accidentally deleted the ask while trying to fight for my life against tumblr because every time i added a border two other pictures would disappear tumblr i hope you fall down the stairs

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 551

# tags ; nsfw further under “keep reading” (mdni)

a/n ; i’m gonna drop this first but i have a nearly finished smut oneshot literally sitting in docs rn if i get decent enough feedback on this i’ll drop it

sfw

y’all remember that interview where he said he’d “fall in love for only a night but that he’d be down for true love later”? yeah unfortunately that applied to you, too

this can go one of two ways, you work close to the band as staff or you were a fan at one of their concerts that for some reason has to keep coming back and tom took a visual liking to you

what goes down between you two after he first notices you is vague but tom keeps seeing you every time you’re around and you started weaseling your way into his head at every hour of the day

he’d never admit that though (yet), so he’s still gonna keep up his playboy act for a bit but you’re gonna pick up that he’s being closer to you like making small jokes with you and being a little nicer

god it took you so long but he finally let you squeeze through his shell enough to be relatively close friends for a while but this definitely became a “do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways” situation

yes the feeling did flow both ways, too bad he was still a player and you didn’t wanna ruin anything so you just endlessly flirted with each other

i am 92% sure he came to you first at an afterparty absolutely wasted and told you in german “du bist so unglaublich schön und ich will dich so sehr.” you are so infuriatingly beautiful and i want you so bad.

unfortunately, bill had to translate for you

i’ve been talking a lot so i’ll try to sum up a relationship with him and add miscellaneous points

he makes an effort to act like a boyfriend in your relationship, like he doesn’t openly flirt with other people out of genuine respect for you

first date was something like you two staying over at one of your houses for the night like a sleepover or doing something in the city

he has never forgotten any important day for you. never. and on that topic, he’ll get gifts for those days nearly months in advance

he appreciates a person with aesthetic

i’m lying, tom would fall head over heels in love if you wear something even remotely close to his style

nsfw

tom is a dog, y’all have seen the way he talks about what he wants to do during sex but he’s the most respectful person someone could probably ever ask for, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to pause everything if you told him you felt a little uncomfortable

the type of guy to fake bang you from behind when you bend over to grab something.

he’d spit in your mouth, having you kneel in front of him and holding your jaw open by squeezing it then making you swallow it if you wanted to be touched at all

this almost isn’t a headcanon but he’s a tit guy, regardless of size he’d froth at the mouth just to hold them

there’s not a big dom/sub thing between you two but he’s a switch because i said so

y’all… his favorite position is doggy or prone bone doesn’t matter as long as he gets to pull you by your neck up to him

a/n ; wow. didn’t think i could write something like this but i have a lot more so lmk if i should make a part 2?

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[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part six: "The Wedding Night"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You step outside of Marci and Foggy's wedding reception for a moment to clear your head and the night soon takes a turn you weren’t expecting.

Or

You both finally stop being idiots and admit your feelings. And that locked adjoining hotel room door does not stay locked.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 5.8k

a/n: There is one more part to this wedding saga that follows called "The Post-Wedding Brunch" that I will try to get up next before I take a break for the day of sharing these on tumblr. As I've said in the other notes, there are 74 of these currently on AO3, but you can find the ones available on tumblr in this list here. Hope you're enjoying the series if you're new to it!!

You headed out of the ballroom, the music fading into the background now that you were no longer near the thumping speakers. Walking the few steps through the brightly lit lobby, your heels clacking along the floor, you pushed open the front doors and stepped out of the reception hall. Your arms absently crossed over your chest as you wandered outside a bit further, the door softly closing behind you. You were far enough out of the city that you could actually see some stars in the night sky for once and your gaze lingered up, taking in the rare sight. 

Your mind grudgingly fell back to Allison and Matt, hoping that you wouldn’t have to tune them out in Matt’s room like Foggy’s cousin had teased. Maybe if you were lucky he’d go to her hotel room. The thought made you wince, fighting down the sharp sting of tears.

You’d be lying if you said that what you felt for Matt was strictly friendly, even if you’d always said you two were just friends. Because you were friends–had been good friends for just over a year now–but you’d wanted more ever since you met him that night at Josie’s if you were being completely honest with yourself. But he’d only ever playfully flirted with you on occasion while you’d witnessed him openly flirt with other women.

You'd always felt like you just weren't quite enough to be his type. Not like that at least. He always flirted with the most stunning of women, and not that you entirely lacked self-esteem, but you'd never been a head turner, not like the women he had been with. And sure, Matt was blind, but as Foggy had said often, he did seem to have a sixth sense for that in particular. And on top of that, you'd always been a bit shy and awkward. Struggling a little with anxiety. Matt knew that well about you, and even though he'd always been great at handling you in those states, the women he flirted with were always confident and strong.

No, no you were not Matthew Murdock's type at all.

But Allison seemed nice. You certainly didn't hate her; hell, you couldn’t blame her for wanting Matt. If anything you envied her ability to boldly go after what she wanted. You weren’t like that. You’d never been like that. Which was why she was in there with him and you were out here, hoping you wouldn’t be stuffing pillows over your ears later tonight.

You sighed, shifting on your feet and feeling how sore they’d become in the heels you were wearing. At least the balmy night air and the soft chirping crickets felt refreshing in comparison to the loud music and heat from all of the sweaty bodies dancing inside. Eventually your eyes drifted closed, feeling yourself relax and a bit of your anxiety fade.

"I thought you came out here."

You startled, throwing a hand over your chest as your heart nearly skipped in shock. Spinning a little unsteadily on your heel, you spotted Matt before you nearly lost your balance. His hands darted out, grabbing your shoulders and catching you. Your own hands instinctively caught onto his bare forearms, the sleeves of the dress shirt he had on rolled up to his elbows now. 

"Easy there, Bambi," he teased, righting you.

You grinned sheepishly, removing your hands from his arms and stepping back. "Shit, Matt, you scared me!" you told him, heart slowly recovering as he just grinned back at you. You watched him for a moment, noticing the slightly ruffled attire of his clothes from the day. "You step out to get away from all the noise, too?" you asked him.

He shrugged a shoulder, one hand holding onto his cane while the other slipped into his pants pocket. "Sort of. But I thought you seemed upset. Just wanted to check on you."

You took another step back, waving a dismissive hand and feeling your nerves return. "No, I–I just had a bit too much to drink. Mixed with the loud music and tons of people, I just needed some air."

He studied you for a long moment, quietly tilting his head to the side. You'd noticed he'd taken his glasses off when he'd stepped out; he had been wearing them at the table a minute ago. The longer he silently stared, the more you began to squirm under his blank gaze.

"Are you having a good night?" he asked you after a moment.

You smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I am. Marci and Karen might be encouraging me a bit too much on the open bar," you admitted, to which Matt chuckled, "but yes. Are you?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "Though I was hoping I'd get to talk to you a bit more. You've been hiding all night."

You bit your lip, eyes darting away. "I haven't been hiding," you said softly. "I've been dancing with Karen half the night. You seemed busy, like you were having fun." You cleared your throat, trying to make a joke as you asked, "Do you need to put a sock on our adjoining door tonight? Need me to find somewhere to go for a bit?"

Matt's mouth tugged into a frown, his eyebrows creasing together. "What?"

"You and Allison," you told him awkwardly. When he continued to stare you shook your head, glancing away. "Nevermind. Bad joke."

"I'm not sleeping with Allison tonight," he told you. 

"Good to know I don't need to find somewhere else to go for a bit, then," you muttered awkwardly.

Matt cleared his throat, shifting on his feet beside you. Your arms nervously crossed over your chest again, your eyes drawing back upwards to the night sky. For a moment, silence fell over the pair of you.

"So I've heard everyone inside talking about Marci’s dress all day, and I have a pretty good idea of what Fog is wearing because it's basically what I'm wearing," Matt began, breaking the silence, "but I've been curious about what you're wearing."

Your cheeks burned, your gaze dropping down to your gold heels peeking out just under the silk, floor length dress.

"Same thing as Allison," you answered. "All the bridesmaids are wearing the same dress."

He took a step towards you, a faint smile on his lips as he spoke. "Well I didn't ask Allison what she was wearing. I asked you."

Your face flushed warmer, one of your hands rising to press against the burning skin on your cheek. "That's just usually your go-to line. Figured you already used it on her," you answered softly. 

"It wasn't a line," he said just as softly. "I genuinely would like to picture how you look tonight. Since I can't actually see you."

You bit your lip, eyes returning to your shoes. For some reason your heart was thundering in your ears and your breath was coming in short.

"What color is it?" he asked, taking another step towards you.

"It's uh, like a sage green," you whispered, your heart beating wildly. It didn't help that you knew he could hear it. 

His hand reached out, his fingertips grazing the fabric along your hip. "Silk?"

"Yeah," you breathed out. 

His hand moved to your elbow, gently sliding its way up. His calloused fingertips left a burning trail in their wake as his hand paused just at the edge of your shoulder. 

"Strapless?" he asked.

You shook your head, finding it suddenly hard to breathe with him touching you. "No," you whispered. "There's uh, there's thin straps. The uh, the neckline is a bit of a plunging V-neck. The dress dips down in the back a bit, too." You swallowed thickly, your heart in your throat. "It's floor length," you added quietly.

"I'm sure you look stunning," he whispered, his hand falling back to his side. 

You smiled awkwardly, a nervous laugh leaving you. "Definitely an upgrade from jeans or sweatpants I suppose," you said, unsure how to take his compliment. 

"I'm sure you always look stunning," he murmured. 

You snorted in amusement, the sound sharp and inelegant. "I don't know about that."

His eyes narrowed at you, a slight frown at the corner of his mouth. And then a slow, warm smile spread across his face and he held his hand out towards you. You eyed it curiously, one brow raised.

"Care to come back inside and dance with me?" he asked, his eyes landing along your chest. "Karen hogged you enough for the night, I think."

You rolled your eyes grinning. "You have your pick of probably every single woman in there, Matt. I don't think–"

"I'd really like to dance with you," he told you, cutting you off, his hand still outstretched. 

Your eyes darted down to the waiting hand. Why was he complimenting you so much this evening? Following you outside? Touching you like that and wanting to know how you looked tonight? And now he wanted to dance with you ? He hadn't even danced with Allison.

But his offer and that awaiting hand were too tempting to ignore with the alcohol buzzing in your system. 

"Okay," you agreed, hesitantly placing your hand into his. 

The smile on his face grew and he pulled you carefully towards him, wrapping your arm through his as you'd done a few times earlier today. Nervously you led the pair of you both back inside, his cane tapping lightly along the floor as you both walked. 

A slow song was playing when you returned to the reception and your stomach twisted in knots. All the people on the dance floor were couples holding each other close, swaying gently together. You even spotted Foggy and Marci in the middle of the group, holding each other as they moved.

Matt leaned in beside you, whispering just over the music as he asked, "You mind if I drop the cane at the head table first? Might get in the way."

"I don't mind at all," you answered back.

As you led Matt towards the head table for a moment, him folding up his cane and setting it down, more questions hit you. Had Matt known what music was playing when he'd asked you to dance? Surely he should have known with his heightened senses, right? 

But why would Matt want to slow dance with you?

He turned back around, arm still linked with yours, and then you anxiously guided the both of you out to the dance floor. When you both finally reached it, he released his arm from yours and turned to face you as his hands gradually made their way to rest along your hips. Hesitantly your hands lightly rested along his broad shoulders.

"Is this okay?" he asked you, leaning forward towards your ear to be heard over the music. 

You could smell the faint cologne he was wearing for the night; it smelled warm and sort of like pine. Your eyes briefly closed, inhaling the scent again.

"Yeah," you answered him.

For the rest of the song you tried to relax, swaying with Matt in the throng of couples around you. But you felt a little tense and stiff, overly aware of his hands resting high on your hips and the way your chest occasionally brushed against his as you both danced. And then there was that look again, the one that left a faint smile on his lips and a fondness in his eyes as he stared down towards your collarbone and it had you feeling dizzy.

When the song ended your feet stopped, your hands about to let go of Matt, but his hands remained at your hips as another slow song came on.

"Would you stay with me for another dance?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face as he gazed down at you.

Your mouth opened as you stared momentarily wide eyed back at him. Quickly you recovered, placing your hands a bit more onto his shoulders as you nodded. "Sure, Matty," you mumbled.

His warm hands glided towards the small of your back, splayed wide over the soft fabric of the dress as he carefully pulled you into him. You gasped lightly in shock, Matt's mouth dipping down beside your ear a second later.

He whispered your name, the hair on the back of your neck rising at the sound of it from his lips as he was holding you like this. "Loosen up," he whispered next, warm breath fanning down your neck. 

You only stiffened further against him, yet again your cheeks flushing as your heart raged inside of your chest. "You make me nervous," you admitted.

"Don't be nervous," he said, still speaking beside your ear. "It's just me."

You ducked your head, and with being this close to Matt, your forehead rested along the top of his chest at the movement. "I'm nervous because it's you," you murmured, your intoxicated brain not bothering to stop this particular admission. "You've always made me nervous."

"Why?" he asked.

You gnawed on your lipstick-covered lip, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. You shouldn't be saying this, not to Matt. Your hands abruptly pushed against his shoulders, trying to get away from this situation, but he only held you tighter. 

"Matt," you said his name like a plea, pushing against him again. 

"Tell me, please?" he practically begged.

You shook your head, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. You couldn't tell Matt, couldn't ruin the friendship you both had. He had to know, with what you knew he could pick up on, he had to know. Why was he doing this? 

"No, Matt, stop," you mumbled.

"Hey," he said gently, one hand leaving your back to gingerly tilt your face up towards his. His eyes were creased in concern. "Don't cry, please don't cry. I'm not trying to upset you. I just–" he bit his lip, gazing down at you, "–I have feelings for you. I've had them for a while. Since that night I overheard you and your friend at Josie’s talking about me. The night we met."

You stopped pushing to get away from Matt, your eyes slowly making their way up towards his face. "What?" you asked, disbelief in your tone.

"I like you," he whispered earnestly. "I always have. I just could never tell if you felt that way too or if it was just your normal nerves when your body reacted around me. I mean, I know you found me attractive, but I didn't know if you felt anything more. Especially knowing that other side of me. And I–I was afraid of ruining our friendship by saying something. But I can't help but think, after today, that you feel it, too…?"

"Matt–I…" you stammered, voice trailing off.

You were at a loss for words. Matt liked you? He liked you like that, too? 

"I–I didn't read you wrong, did I?" he asked apprehensively, his face pinching with worry as you both stopped swaying to the song.

"No, Matt, I…I like you too," you confessed, your face feeling like it was on fire now. "I always have but you're…"  You trailed off again, awkward embarrassment burning through you.

"I'm what?" he pressed.

"You are way out of my league, Matt," you muttered uncomfortably. 

"What?" he asked, shocked. 

You swallowed hard, nerves returning as you abruptly word vomited everything that came next. "You and Foggy are these successful, well-spoken, intelligent lawyers who help so many and do so much good for the people of Hell’s Kitchen. And you're so damn charming and outspoken and smart and impossibly attractive. And then there's the whole other thing you do, which yes, not ideal, but you're like a damn superhero and I'm just…just an awkward, socially inept journalist. I'm not–not anything special, Matt."

When you finally managed to catch a breath and look up at Matt, he was staring down at you with a sad smile on his face. Slowly he leaned in, resting his forehead to yours.

"You're special to me," he whispered. "And if you would stop being so hard on yourself, if you could see yourself like I do, you'd understand." His hand released your chin, instead resting along your face, cupping your cheek. “You’re absolutely charming and you're smart and resourceful as hell. You’re hilarious and vivacious and so goddamn adorable that it hurts sometimes. You're sweet and always so considerate of me. And I know without a doubt that every inch of you is beautiful, inside and out.” He smiled at you, his forehead still resting along yours as he said your name so softly. “ You are out of my league.”

A faint smile spread over your lips, cheeks still flushed and feeling lightheaded as a disbelieving scoff escaped you. “I find that hard to believe, Matt,” you murmured.

“It’s the truth,” he whispered back.

Slowly, you relaxed a bit in his arms as tears pricked your eyes for an entirely different reason now. Your hands gradually slid over his shoulders, making their way around the back of his neck as you carefully rested your head against his shoulder, the two of you moving with the music again. 

"Much better," he murmured into your ear, his own hands pulling you tighter into him as they rested on the small of your back. 

The two of you danced for a bit longer, your bodies close as you swayed to a few more songs. Eventually the pair of you parted when the music picked back up, Matt promising the two of you would continue the conversation at a later time.

Standing in front of the mirror above the dresser in your hotel room, you continued to search for every bobby pin in your hair. You'd already changed out of your dress, throwing on a pair of comfortable cotton shorts and a soft tank top to sleep in before washing off the thick layer of makeup the makeup artist had applied this morning. 

So far you'd managed to pull out five bobby pins, but you could still feel more of them in your still partially pinned up hair. The hair spray made your hair feel a little less soft as you dug around searching for the pins, but you didn't feel like showering tonight. You'd shower in the morning before the brunch Marci had planned in the hotel restaurant downstairs for the family and bridal party. 

Two soft knocks came from the door next to you and you jumped, startling at the unexpected sound. And then you heard Matt hesitantly call your name from the other side. 

"Yeah?" you answered back curiously.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked, his tone nervous.

Your hands fell from your hair, heading over towards the locked door that adjoined your two rooms. You slid back the lock and then turned the handle, the door opening to reveal a disheveled Matt in a dark blue tee-shirt and dark gray sweatpants. Your eyes momentarily scanned his casual appearance, one you hadn’t really seen before. Usually Matt was in his dress pants and button up dress shirts, tie and suit jacket on. Or he'd be in nice jeans and a nice shirt when you'd see him on the weekends and he hadn't been at work. Obviously you'd seen him in Daredevil's suit, but somehow this side of him felt different. Softer and more vulnerable. 

"Hey," you greeted him quietly.

He smiled back at you. "Hey," he answered just as quietly back. "You uh, you mind if I come over for a bit?" he asked. 

“Oh, no, not at all,” you said, stepping aside and letting him pass through. You left the door open between your rooms, heading back over to the mirror above the dresser. “I’m just trying to finish pulling the last of these damned bobby pins out of my hair. What’s going on?”

“Would you like some help with that?” he asked, his reflection in the mirror gesturing a hand towards your hair.

“Uh, sure,” you answered nervously.

Matt crossed the few steps of space between you, coming to stand just behind you. You could feel the warmth of him at your back just before both of his hands carefully felt their way around your hair, his breath blowing just over the top of your head and back of your neck as he worked. He immediately found a pin and deftly slipped it out of your curled locks, reaching around you, his chest brushing against your back as one hand remained in your hair as he placed it on the dresser beside the others. And then he straightened back up, searching for more. The feel of his hands running through your hair, with the warmth of him at your back and the feel of his breath washing over you, while he still smelled faintly like the cologne he’d been wearing despite his wardrobe change, had goosebumps raising along your arms and your eyelids lowering. Your heart, on the other hand, had picked up its pace.

“So…what’s the reason for the late night visit?” you eventually asked again.

“I’m just nervous being here,” he admitted.

Your face fell, eyes opening. “Oh, I’m–”

“Not here with you,” he corrected quickly. “Just here in general. So far from Hell’s Kitchen. I’ve…never been this far from it before.”

You relaxed under the ministrations of his hands again. “I was wondering how you were handling that last night,” you told him. “Especially with heightened senses in a hotel room.”

“The answer is not great,” he replied. “But I pushed through it. I’m here for Foggy and Marci. It’s just one more night now. But it’s…still really hard to sleep here. The bed is so lumpy and the sheets are scratchy. I can hear so many different lights buzzing around this entire building nonstop. Not to mention everyone snoring or talking or doing–” I saw his reflection cringe in the mirror, “–other things that I had to actively find a way to tune out.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you breathed out. “How’d you manage to ignore it? Music? Turn on the television?”

You watched a bit of pink tinge his cheeks in the mirror and you wondered if you were imagining the flush to his cheeks or not. Since when did Matt Murdock blush?

“You, actually,” he whispered.

“Me?” you asked in shock.

“Your heartbeat,” he clarified. “And your breathing, actually. I uh, I focused on that instead last night. Eventually I managed to fall asleep for a bit.” He frowned then, his sightless gaze focused on your hair as he pulled out another pin. “Sorry if that was intrusive, by the way. I wasn’t trying to be. I was just desperate and you were asleep. They were just…calming.”

You licked your lips nervously, studying his reflection in the mirror. You somehow didn’t find yourself embarrassed by his admission, rather you felt…flattered.

“That’s okay, Matt,” you whispered. “I don’t mind.” You watched him for a moment, and before you could stop yourself you asked, “Do you want to stay here tonight? Would that help?”

His hands stopped what they were doing in your hair, his body going rigid behind you. Instantly you felt uncomfortable and winced.

“Nevermind, that was weird,” you backtracked quickly. “I just meant if it would help you to sleep tonight, but that was really forward of me. Forget I said anything.”

He cleared his throat, hands still tangled in your hair. “I…actually would have gladly taken you up on that, if you meant it.”

“Would it–would it help?” you stammered out.

“If you didn’t mind me focusing on you again like that,” he answered. “If you didn’t feel like it was intrusive. I am not interested in hearing what Marci and Foggy are about to get up to soon.”

Your face turned red, remembering Marci’s earlier comment about having great sex tonight. “Yeah, shit, I can’t imagine. You’re welcome to stay, if you want. I don’t mind. But I was planning to sleep once I got these out. I’m pretty tired from this weekend already,” you told him.

“Believe me,” he said, his reflection showing him grinning behind you, “I could definitely sleep.”

It was a few more minutes before Matt found the last three bobby pins in your hair, placing them on the dresser. You thanked him before hesitantly making your way over to one side of the bed. Matt slowly headed to the other side, his gaze landing around your chest.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?” you questioned back.

He raised a hand, gesturing towards you. “Your heart is racing.”

You laughed a little nervously, pulling the sheets back and sitting on the mattress. “Well, I didn’t exactly start the day thinking you’d be in my bed tonight.” Immediately your eyes went wide at the cheeky smile that spread across his mouth. “Not like that!” you added quickly, cheeks burning. “Shit, no, I didn’t–”

“Relax, I know what you meant,” he soothed, pulling the sheets back beside him.

“I’m beginning to think,” you said, reaching a hand out to turn off the lamp beside you, throwing the room into darkness, “that you enjoy when I say stupid shit around you when I’m nervous.”

“I think it’s cute, yes,” he admitted, the smile apparent in his tone.

You laid down on the pillow, scoffing lightly as you felt the bed shift beside you as Matt climbed onto it. It was only a matter of moments before you could feel his warmth radiating from his side of the bed towards you. And then your heart stuttered in your chest, the weight of the evening falling on you. Matt had confessed he had feelings for you , and now he was in your bed and falling asleep next to you .

For a moment you just laid there on your back, staring up at the ceiling nervously, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the window just to the side of you. Matt was on your left also laying on his back. A quick scan out of the corner of your eye proved that he was awake, his eyes blankly staring up towards the ceiling as well.

“You’re uncomfortable,” Matt called out through the dark.

“Nervous,” you corrected quickly.

You saw his head shift on the pillow, turning towards you. “Would you be less nervous if we touched?” 

Your heart nearly sky-rocketed out of your chest at his question. Matt’s warm chuckle filled the darkened room around you instantly.

“I meant if we cuddled,” he said, highly amused. “Instead of laying here like stiff boards trying to avoid it.”

“Oh, right,” you breathed out, heart still racing. “Maybe?”

Matt immediately rolled onto his side towards you, one hand snaking its way past your stomach, part of his warm palm brushing skin where your shirt had ridden up. His hand finally came to rest at your hip. He rested his head beside yours, just above your shoulder. Cautiously you slid a hand up, lightly placing it along the forearm that he had across your stomach. You tried to will your heart to calm down.

“Better?” he asked.

“Maybe uh,” you began, swallowing nervously, “maybe give my brain a minute to catch up to what is even happening tonight.”

He laughed lightly beside you, his mouth so close to your ear. “You really couldn’t tell that I liked you?”

You blew out a rough breath, shaking your head. “I still can’t believe you even talked to me that first night at Josie’s,” you admitted. “Liking me is still not in my realm of comprehension.”

Matt’s head rose from off the pillow and you turned to look at him. In the dim light you could see the tender way he was gazing back at you. 

“And what would you say,” he began softly, his hand on your hip sliding its way back out from underneath your hand, drawing it up to brush the hair away from your face, “if I asked for one kiss? Can that be in the realm of comprehension for you tonight?”

Your lips parted in surprise. A startled, anxious noise left your mouth instead of words. Matt only grinned in response, his hand now affectionately stroking your cheek as he stared down at you.

“You’ll have to help me, sweetheart,” he teased. “Was that a yes or a no?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

His fingers continued to gently brush along the skin of your cheek, his calloused fingertips pleasantly scratching along the smooth skin as he continued to gaze down at you. You felt anticipatory goosebumps rise along your entire body along with a nervous, tingling sensation that had the hairs rising on your arms. Very slowly he leaned in, his hand cupping your cheek just as his warm mouth finally met yours. 

Your eyes snapped shut, your brain short-circuiting. Matt was kissing you. Those soft, full lips that you’d so often admired and occasionally imagined a few too many times were actually moving so deliberate and slow against yours. After over a year of yearning for this very moment, your brain was struggling to process what was happening; it felt like sensory overload.

Your mouth took a moment to respond, but when it did, you were kissing him back tentatively, still a little uncertain how the night had gotten to this point. One of your hands reached out as if to grab him–somewhere, anywhere –but it remained hovering nervously in the air. 

You barely had a chance to recover when he pulled away, your eyes still closed as you laid there trying to catch your breath. You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours, and as your tongue anxiously wetted your lips, you could still faintly taste his mouth, too.

When you finally recovered, opening your eyes and lowering your hovering hand, he was staring down at you with a smile. Your heart briefly skipped a beat at the sight.

“I have wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about that this past year,” you blurted a little breathlessly.

Matt huffed out an amused laugh, his thumb returning to stroking your cheek. “What if I asked to kiss you again?” he questioned, the corners of his lips tugging faintly upwards.

“I’d say you don’t have to ask,” you answered quickly.

Feeling suddenly emboldened, your hand darted out, grabbing the side of Matt’s jaw; the rasp of his stubble was warm and pleasant in your palm as you eagerly pulled his mouth back down to yours. You felt him briefly smiling against your lips at your abrupt and uncharacteristic tenacity before his focus was back on your mouth. Your hand slid its way back, raking through his soft hair before your fingers gripped a bit of the silky strands. Your stomach somersaulted at the feel of his mouth finally on yours. You pulled him a little closer to yourself, Matt easily obliging as his chest carefully pressed into yours. Your heart was thundering in your ears at this point, your mind entirely blank except for one thought. 

Matt was a good kisser–a very good kisser.

When he eventually pulled back just a fraction, a soft whine left your lips at the absence of his. You hadn't been ready to end that. 

“We should probably really get some sleep,” he whispered, a cheeky grin on his face as his eyes darted towards your chest. “Your heart sounds like it needs a break.”

You bit your lip, moderately embarrassed. “Sorry, probably won’t be all that calming for you to focus on tonight,” you said.

He chuckled softly, head falling back to lay beside yours on the pillow. “It’ll calm down eventually,” he assured you. “Probably not until you fall asleep, though,” he added teasingly. “But I enjoy hearing it like this, too.”

You snorted out a laugh beside him. “Why? You like the idea of giving me a heart attack?” you joked back.

His arm snaked its way back over your stomach, his face burying into the side of your shoulder. You could feel the smile forming on his mouth against your skin.

“No, I like hearing the way you respond to me,” he answered. “Even if it was confusing for me to realize that’s indeed what it was doing all this time. Your body is just so–” he paused, lightly kissing the skin of your bare shoulder beside his mouth and you shuddered beneath the touch, feeling his lips smiling again, “–reactive to me. It’s…pleasurable.”

You felt the blood rush south instantly in your body, immediately becoming marginally aroused laying in bed with Matt cuddled up to your side, mentioning things about your body being pleasurable as his lips kept brushing your bare skin. And then he let out another amused, deep chuckle beside you and your eyes went wide in the dark.

“Oh my God, Matt!” you nearly shrieked.

He laughed harder, his body lightly shaking against yours with the movement. Your cheeks were aflame for the hundredth time tonight. Of course he could tell when your body reacted like that , because why wouldn’t he be able to make you even more anxious and self-conscious?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said between a laugh. “I wasn’t trying to do…well, that.”

Your hands flew to your face and you groaned in embarrassment. “Can we just try to sleep before I embarrass myself further?” you asked, your voice muffled through your hands.

“Yes, sorry,” he answered. You felt his lips place another kiss to your shoulder and a shiver ran down your spine. “But for the record,” he whispered, “you’re not embarrassing yourself.”

“Sure feels like it,” you grumbled, your hands falling from your face.

“Here,” he said, shifting on the bed.

Both of his arms came to wrap around you, his hands tugging you onto your side facing him so both of your bodies were nearly flush together. He slid one hand over your hips and onto your back where it began to trace soothing patterns just over your shirt. Your eyelids slowly lowered, goosebumps yet again dotting your skin.

“Better?” he asked.

“Mmm,” you hummed back.

“Good, just relax. Stop overthinking,” he murmured, his face so close to yours.

“Easier said than done,” you muttered. “Especially with you this close.”

He laughed lightly, his hand still drawing soothing patterns on your lower back. Boldly, your hand carefully slid its way over his hips and wrapped around his back, lightly fisting the soft material of his shirt. His face shifted closer towards yours on the pillow in response, his nose just lightly brushing yours.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered, uttering the term of endearment that seemed determined to stick.

“Goodnight, Matty,” you whispered back.

Your breathing eventually evened out as you lay wrapped in his arms, relaxing into the warmth of him along the front of you, the scent of him filling your nose with every inhale, and his hand’s pacifying movements along your lower back lulling you further to sleep. 

You’d deal with the reality of whatever had just happened tonight in the morning.

[laurent--stpierre]

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL:

Follow up to someone having the audacity to interrupt Spencer's dinner. Date: Evening of 21/8/24. Warnings: Kate up to her usual ish. 

“It’s not a date. Please stop calling it a date, or I’m legitimately going to throw myself in front of the next bus to drive past. Look, there’s one right there—”

“Why are French women the most dramatic people on the planet?”

The words had been more than enough to draw an irritated frown from him, but when the miniature human—balanced on towering Versace heels, yet somehow still shorter than his pocket-sized ass—darted toward the road like a certified escapee, he grabbed the top of her arm and yanked her back beside him. The protest drew some attention from the crowded street, but both promptly ignored.

“Dramatic is rich coming from you.”

Laurent St. Pierre met her retort with a mock laugh.

“Pensioners deserve to get laid, too.”

“Nope. Don’t need to hear it,” the woman said, reaching her hands up to cover her ears.

“How about both of you shut up, because none of us want to hear it?”

Sylvie Lefebvre turned to look at the miserable Frenchman tailing behind them, her lips forming into a pout as though she’d just been scolded by a parent. Not quite, but he’d certainly become family enough over the past few years to earn an affectionate ‘uncle’ title he’d made no attempt shed.

“Sometimes I forget he speaks English,” she muttered to Laurent under her breath.

“He’s definitely been hitting up Duolingo.”

“You sound like a fucking American. You don’t get to judge anybody, St. Pierre,” Yves shot back.

After a moment of sniggering between the two in front, the looming figure of Varden re-entered the conversation, now free of the phone call he’d been unenthusiastically participating in. Somehow, though, he looked even less pleased to be a part of whatever was happening here.

“Who is she, anyway? You don’t usually dress up this nice,” Laurent said, remaining at Sylvie’s side, but taking their pace back just enough to be in step with the two leaders.

“Ayda Demir.”

Even though Varden’s mouth had opened to speak, it was his daughter’s voice who’d answered.

“Thank you, Sylvie.”

“Wait, what? The Turk?” Laurent couldn’t contain the scoff.

“The Turk,” Yves confirmed, his grimace speaking volumes in spite of his monotonous tone.

“Don’t be rude,” Sylvie cut in, “I’ve done my research, she seems nice enough. I just—”

“Don’t want to imagine your dad getting his dick wet?”

“Will you fucking stop?”

The woman went to shove him again, but he instead threw an arm around her shoulder, dragging her close enough to deny her the momentum.

“If it’s any consolation, Sylvie, it’s definitely not going to be a date. Because in the interest of full disclosure, you should just know that when Leyla and I got dragged to Haringey for that peasant party? She seemed pretty into shoving her tongue down Aviv’s throat.”

And whilst he was pretty openly with Adriana Amaro these days—assuming the number the Organization did on him hadn’t fucked that up—the fact she held any positive sentiments toward the scum at all was enough to seal the deal. Probably not in the way she was hoping for, though…

“It was never a date,” Varden said sternly. “And I’d appreciate if we talked about something else.”

“Anything else,” Yves pleaded.

Everyone present was wise enough to not push when Varden said enough.

“Why are you out with us, anyway? Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“That’s very funny. I could ask you the same. Don’t retirement homes have curfews anymore?”

The two de facto London leaders slipped back into a hushed conversation of their own, leaving the duo ahead to squabble as they continued their way down the packed street. Knightsbridge was busy at the best of times, but tonight seemed impossibly so. People still damn sure cleared a path for the Versace princess and her entourage of suits, though. It was a few days shy of Sylvie’s twenty-third birthday, and as it turned out, she too was headed into South Kensington to meet some of her friends (ones her father didn’t seem to fond of, mind you) at Mistral’s. Laurent was stopping in for a meeting with Yves and a handful of the Hackney crew, Sylvie for her meal, and Varden for…whatever the fuck it was. Thus, along with a handful of security, a herd had formed.

None of them had any idea how poor a decision that would prove to be.

The traffic moved so slowly, it would’ve been impossible to tell they were being followed.

Maybe, had he not been looking right at the woman tucked beneath his arm, he wouldn’t have noticed the car doors abruptly opening on the vehicle beside them.

Three in unison; the same number of masked men soon spilling out into the road, halting traffic to a chorus of car horns and perturbed pedestrians.

“Gun!” Laurent shouted in just about the least useful way to alert the others of the impending disaster. Sure enough, the panicked words sent the crowds around them spiralling into frenzy just in time for said guns to start firing right in their direction.

There was no point trying to hit the deck when they were stood right there.

Sylvie seemed to take a moment to catch up. And then she was screaming, too.

The Frenchman felt a shove from behind as he attempted to manoeuvre her through the crowd, and toward the door of Mistral’s which was just close enough he could try to drag them inside. More gunfire, then... A quick glance back told him Yves and the few members of security present had ducked into a bus shelter, attempting to return the favour without hesitation. Varden on the other hand was the one shoving him forward.  

“Move. Get her inside!”

The man’s fear was evident and harrowing because Laurent had never really been sure Varden was capable of feeling it.

So he turned, putting himself between the direction of the gunmen and Sylvie, as best a shield as he could manage, before attempting to encourage Varden forward to take charge. The people didn’t know where to go. They didn’t know where to hide. Some had clearly already been hit, falling to the ground. Others fell for being shoved past by those whose only concern was getting the fuck out of there. Chaos was an understatement. Impossible to take in over the course of only a few seconds.

Sylvie tripped. Varden pulled her back up and pushed her onward.

Laurent went down right after and after a moment, they slipped out of view.

This wasn’t a few stray bullets. This was a fucking military grade assault where nobody was about to try and be a hero. And as the guns followed him, the white hot realisation he’d gotten hit was clear.

Why the fuck hadn’t he brought his own?

One of the attackers was furiously laying into the façade of the restaurant as though it was his only target. Another, showering anyone unfortunate enough to flee into his path, utterly indiscriminate, like he was in an old school fucking action movie. The third, though? Well he lowered his gun just long enough to shove through some screeching pedestrians and casually wander right over to the Commandant clutching at his bleeding thigh.

Though he attempted to get to his feet, it was a fruitless effort.

The man crouched down slightly. Just close enough that had he not been hiding like a coward behind his mask, Laurent would’ve known for sure, instead of just assuming…

As he stood back up calmly—short, stocky, dead fucking eyes—so too did his gun come back into sight.

There was no time to react. Just acknowledge.

One flash later, everything was gone.

[myfictionaldreams]

Sucking ☾ // Steven Grant x fem!reader

Summary: Steven seemed to have a fascination with watching you suck on your fingers.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (m!receiving), dom/sub undertones, finger sucking, cum eating, pet names, steven’s first blowjob, hes such a cutie in this ok

Word: 2k

my masterlist 📚 AO3 Link 

The rain was pouring over London, meaning date night for you and Steven would be staying in his flat, something the two of you secretly had hoped for. You were halfway through a random comedy movie that Steven had picked on Netflix, leaning comfortably against his shoulder on the sofa, when you’d finally noticed him staring. More specifically, staring at the way you sucked the sugary sweetness from your fingers whilst eating from the bowl of popcorn that was resting in his lap.

At first, you didn’t think anything of it. Ever since you had stumbled into his life only a few months ago, he had been mesmerised by your every little move, not quite understanding how he’d managed to find anyone like you. It was one of his most endearing characteristics, having not had anyone that treated you like you were the most precious object on earth before, made you fall head over heels in love with him.

The longer that the film continued, however, the more you came to realise that he wasn’t just staring at the beauty of your face but more at your fingers, as his head would flick in your direction every time a popcorn would be placed onto your tongue, your lips sucking on your fingertip to capture all of the flavours.

You were going to turn to him and catch him in the act but, you held back from doing so, instead of moving to do it more frequently, subtly watching him from the corner of your eye. The way his breath would hitch as your cheeks hollowed or how he squeezed the tub of popcorn closer over his lap, evidently trying to hide his arousal that was tented in his jeans.

It had taken weeks of encouragement, for Steven to be confident enough to be intimate with you and even though he fumbled a lot and needed plenty of reassurance, he had been perfect and that very first time he had made you cum, he was like a man possessed. During every intimate moment with him, his only concern would be to pleasure you to fulfilment, and even though you wanted nothing more than to reciprocate these actions, every time your lips or hand would wrap around his cock, he would promptly lift you until he was the one between your legs.

At first, you simply thought that maybe he didn’t like to be touched and didn’t want to push him on the subject considering how long it took for him to even so much as kiss you, let alone talk openly about sex. But, as the film continued, and he began to become restless next to you, you’d decided that maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands… or lips in this case.

Just as you finished sucking the last sugar covered finger, you turned to look at him with a soft smile, holding back a laugh as he quickly averted his gaze back to the screen, eyes wide and breath hitched in his throat at being caught, “are you ok, my love?” you asked, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

His eyes hardly left the screen for a second before fleeting back, his voice cracking slightly as he muttered, “yeah, ‘m alright, love”.

You continued to look up at him as he reached into the half-empty bowl of popcorn, grabbing a few and lifting them towards his own mouth but you reached out, gently gripping his wrist as you turn your upper body towards him more. As soon as your colder hand encircled the warm skin of his wrist, his head turned to you at an alarming speed, eyes flicking between his hand and your face as you ever so slowly inched the popcorn in his grip towards your mouth.

Finally, the snacks were moving past your lips, the flavours spreading across your tongue as you quickly chewed and swallowed. Steven’s beautiful brown, doe-eyes were now flicking between your eyes and soft lips, breaths increasing in speed as he watched you lift his index finger into your mouth, sucking the digit slowly, tasting the popcorn essence before releasing it with a pop and moving onto his middle finger. With each digit, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn’t think of the right words.

Pulling the last finger free from your lips, you moved to kneel on the sofa, reaching for the popcorn bowl but, he gripped the object harder, not wanting it moved from uncovering his obvious signs of arousal. You softened your facial features, whispering, “it’s ok Steven, if you want me to stop, just say and I will”.

Taking a deep breath, he let go of the object, letting you move it further away on the couch, and now you were able to continue on as your leg swung over his lap until you were straddling him.

With one last glance into each of his eyes, you leaned forward to kiss him slowly and softly, hands cupping his cheeks before moving further, until they settled into his curly locks, massaging his scalp, pulling deep rumbling moans from his chest. Tilting your head slightly, you were able to deepen the kiss, lips moving feverishly against each other now as the intensity increased.

As your hands moved down his neck and rested on his chest, his hands hovered over your hips, not actually touching you. Even after all the times that you’d been together, he was still hesitant with his actions, unsure if they were right or what to do.

Breaking the kiss, you tried not to coo at the sight of him - eyes closed and lips perked from the kiss. “It’s going to be ok, baby” you reassured him as you pecked his mouth one more time before climbing off of his lip, spreading his legs so you could kneel between them. It was only as you started to unbuckle his belt did he snap out of the trance he seemed to be in, his larger hands cupping yours and stopping you in your actions.

“You don’t have to do that”, he mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but your face. Once again, you tried to soften your features, approaching the situation as if he were a frightened animal, making sure to reassure him at any opportunity.

“I want to, Steven. Please let me look after you, my love”. Turning your hands in his, you were able to bring them up to your mouth, kissing the back of his knuckles softly before he finally began to relax, the tenseness that seemed to settle across his body, melted away.

Reaching forward, you continued to undo his belt, button and zipper, opening them up and at last, you were able to reach into the small opening of his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock and balls and pulling them free of the restraints. For a brief moment, you just marvelled at his beauty, the tip was a slightly darker shade than the shaft and already leaking plenty of precum and as your breath fanned across the member, it bobbed in the air.

As your hand once again gripped around the base of his shaft, feeling the blood pumping beneath your fingertips, you made sure to look up into his eyes, not breaking eye contact, watching closely for any signs of distress but he only watched you with his mouth hanging open, heavy breaths escaping him.

At long last, his salty goodness was taking over your senses as your lips sealed around his tip, your tongue quick to lick up any of his leaked seed, moaning as Steven let out the smallest squeak in pleasure.

You took your time, not wanting to completely overwhelm him as you played with his tip, slowly moving your fist up and down his shaft a few times before sucking more of him into your mouth. Your jaw ached as you stretched it wider to accommodate his size, only stopping as he reached the back of your throat, tongue tickling the underside whilst your teeth slightly grazed him, causing his cock to again throb.

As you pulled him out, your hand followed, making sure to lube up your hand in your spit before taking him back into your mouth, sucking your cheeks. With each bob of your head, you watched him closely, from the way his pupils seemed to have blown out, the way his thighs seemed to shake beneath you, but what had your attention the most, were his two clenched hands laying by his side.

Moving so only his tip was in your mouth, you reached for both of his hands, both unclenching immediately from your touch and obediently being pulled until they rested gently in your hair. Steven swallowed harshly, looking like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or flee so, around his cock, you tried to give him a reassuring smile which seemed to work as one of his hands slipped down to your cheek, caressing the skin gently.

Even though arousal was clear in his expression, he still looked at you like you were the only person he cared about, like he couldn’t believe you were his and your heart began to pound heavily in your chest as all you wanted to do was shout your love for him.

Instead, you licked his cock from the base, right to the tip. The hand that was resting on your cheek immediately fell back into your hair, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you began to suck him off once more. With your hands, you moved one to wank off the length of him that couldn’t fit into your mouth without gagging, and the other began to tenderly massage his balls.

With every suck, squeeze and lick, Steven became more audible and confident. His groans were louder than the movie, his head repeatedly falling back against the sofa before flying back up to watch you, like he wanted to see absolutely everything you could do to imprint this image into his memories but the pleasure was so overwhelming that it didn’t take long for his shaft to feel harder, his balls squeezing up to his body.

“Love, I need to cum, I- I can’t make it for much longer” he grunted as his hips also began to slightly thrust up with your movements. You hummed in response, not wanting to stop your actions, needing to feel his cum dripping down your throat so with one final glance up at him, you tried to relax the muscles in your throat, sucking harshly and squeezing his shaft and balls at the same time.

This was all the stimulation he needed before his grip on your hair became almost painful, eyes wide, as well as his mouth as he shouted out your name in between grunts of pleasure, his hot seed spilling from his cock, and you made sure to swallow every drop of the salty goodness.

His cock was starting to become soft as you eased it from your mouth, looking up at him, you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you took him in. Steven had never looked so relaxed before as the grip in your hair loosen as his hands dropped back to his side, head resting against the back of the sofa, eyes closed and a faint sheen of sweat was covering his head to toe.

Biting your lip, you tucked him back into his boxers and did back up his jeans, before climbing back up to straddle his lap, ignoring the ache from being on your knees. As your hands once again cupped his cheeks, Steven finally lifted his head but only to lean his forehead against yours, his hands confidently settling on your hips.

“Are you ok, my love?” you asked tentatively, thumb brushing against his cheekbone.

Steven huffed out a laugh, a smile spreading across his face, “I’m more than ok, Love, that was- wow, that was incredible. You are incredible! You are-” your finger moved to cover his mouth, your heart once again filling with love at his praises so instead of letting him finish, you leaned in to kiss him slowly, showing your affection for him. 

[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[howaboutcastiel]

The Tour Guide (Steven Grant x Reader)

Explicit Content: 18+ Readers Only

giddy lil oscar gif for The Vibes

Summary: The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven. Tonight, she's going to have sex with Steven for the first time and she's almost more nervous than excited. (Based on this anon request)

Word Count: 8.4k

Content: Virgin!PlusSize!GreyAce!Reader, also F!Reader, Smut (of course), fluff, a lil angst. Awkwardness, oral (f receiving), protected PIV.

Author's Note: I wrote this while running a very high fever. It's either the best thing I've ever written or it's complete gibberish.

Things were going well. 

Unfortunately, that sets the scene perfectly for things to go completely to shit, doesn’t it? Things were going wonderfully, though, there’s no other way to say it. 

You and Steven had been dating for three months. It was your first serious relationship, the most intimate you’d ever been with another person. Steven had fallen absolutely head-over-heels for you, a fact that you couldn’t begin to fathom even this far along. Things were getting pretty serious with him and you were experiencing a lot of firsts. The next ‘first’ that was coming up, had you admittedly more nervous than excited by far. 

Steven had given you so much, and you had given back to him likewise. He had shared his life with you openly and honestly—including the existence of Marc and Jake which admittedly took a little time for you to understand. Steven was the first man to go on more than three dates with you. He was also the first man to buy you flowers more than once. Of all of the dates you’d had, Steven was the only man to pay for the date without assuming you’d owe him something in return. 

But now you were starting to feel that you owed him something. Not that the thought was particularly upsetting, but it would be a first for you. In plain terms, you were a virgin. Very, very much a virgin. It only made sense that you were nervous to have sex with Steven for the first time. That felt like a pretty big deal to you. Even if he was the most patient, selfless, caring, handsome man you’d ever met in all of your life, the thought of this next step filled you with anxiety.

It didn’t help that you had never felt before the way you’d felt about him. At this point in your life, you had been half convinced you’d never feel this way for anyone at all. When you thought about sex before, the idea was less than exciting in your brain. You were somewhere between indifferent and apathetic, though you did feel a little forlorn by the fact that you felt so different from the people around you. With Steven, though, the idea of sex was something else entirely. It wasn’t as much about you or about the act itself, it was all about him. 

You were very nervous, though. 

Despite your apprehension, you figured you had to bite the bullet. If you didn’t do something now, you likely never would, and that would be a tragedy. You wouldn’t let what you’d built with Steven die because you couldn’t give yourself to him, and you figured by now that he was tired of waiting for you. You were a bit tired of waiting, too. 

So tonight you put on your prettiest dress—the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. You actually shaved (for the first time in who knows how long) and you elected to wear a matching set of nice lingerie. Part of you felt like you were going overboard, while the other feared that nothing would be good enough. Blinded by your own insecurities, you didn’t realize that you alone were everything that Steven wanted and more.  

Steven was on your doorstep at seven. He was wearing the suit he’d worn for his first date with you, except this time he carried himself with tenfold the confidence. He wielded not a bouquet, but a single pink rose in his right hand. Steven was just as giddy as usual, no sign of his long and no doubt stressful workday on his face. You had asked him specifically if you could do something to mark the occasion—the occasion being three months since your first date, of course. No other reason. 

“Hello, darling,” He sang as you opened the door. Steven’s cheeks flooded pink as he took in the way you looked in that dress. His eyes sparkled as they surveyed your body, widening slightly around his soft brown irises as he met your gaze. “My word. You look absolutely lovely.” 

“Don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You grabbed your purse on the way out the door, happily taking the rose that he offered. Despite the playfulness in your words, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. His hair was combed back, though the unruly curls would hardly stay in the order Steven had tried to make. The suit was remarkably well-fitted, almost like it was tailored. Perhaps it was, you couldn’t really be sure. You were sure, however, that the elated expression on his face was all for you. And you couldn’t fathom that. 

“I hope you don’t mind walking. It’s not very far, I promise. Not even two blocks.” The rambling could also be because of you, but Steven always rambled a bit. He just had so many thoughts in his brain and they were all so excited to come out of his mouth, sometimes they fought to be the first one. It was kind of endearing even when it made for awkward conversation. “I have a reservation, so don’t get worried if the place is crowded when we get there. We shouldn’t have to wait long at all. A bloody good thing, too, ‘cuz I’m sort of starving. And I made sure—”

“Steven?” He blinked at your interruption.

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The two of you were barely a hundred yards from your door and already he was radiating more energy than you could muster up in a week. If you had any hope of making it through the night, you’d have to find a way to calm him down or tire him out. 

“You like italian food, don’t you?”

“I do.” You just couldn’t get it. How was Steven so worried about pleasing you? How was he interested at all, for that matter? No one had ever been so interested in you before. Steven genuinely seemed to enjoy your company. It was an innocent kind of joy, though there was no mistaking how he ogled you sometimes. That you couldn’t fathom either. 

Body positivity is an easier task when it’s other people’s bodies. Curves were beautiful on other women. They were endearing on men, too. They just weren’t acceptable on you. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You had been plus size all of your adult life and even before that. Your body was genetically built to hold more weight and to have a slightly larger structure than most. You hated that fact, though. You hated your extra weight, your stretch marks. You hated the number on the tags of your clothes. You hated the body in your mirror. And part of you thought that the more he looked, Steven would grow to hate it just as much. 

It couldn’t be further from the truth, but you couldn’t see that. 

The restaurant was teeming with people, just like Steven had predicted. You really didn’t have to wait long, though, as Steven politely pushed his way to the front counter where the tired hostess gave a burdened smile. The table reserved for you was near the window, away from the loudest part of the building. You would be able to watch the sunset from here and you’d be able to chat with Steven without having to shout. It all seemed to work out perfectly. 

“Your waitress will be right with you.” The hostess touted overly-cheerily as she placed down the menus and returned to the front. You felt for her a little bit; dealing with the public at a place like this had to be far from rewarding. 

“Should we get a bottle of wine?” Steven inquired as he lifted his reading glasses out of his pocket. You pondered the idea. Would the buzz be beneficial, or would it be a bad idea to get drunk for something like this?

“I’d really just like water.” You decided. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, but seemed to agree with your idea. He looked so cute in his glasses, hunching over subconsciously to read the menu. His stance almost made him look taller, which was kind of intimidating to you. Not that you tended to find Steven intimidating, though he was suspiciously agile and strong for a tour guide. 

It was hard to make conversation through dinner. Well, hard to keep conversation. You tended to let Steven take an idea and run, listening to him ramble until he realized he was doing so. It was a way to get his energy out, and he was always excited to share himself with you. Telling you about his day—or about something new that he’d learned or something he’d seen that he thought you would like—was just too hard to resist for him. He couldn’t seem to share enough of himself with you. 

So you tried to do the same. You started by mentioning your own day at work, where your nutty boss had accused you of messing up paperwork and you’d had the unique satisfaction of being able to prove her wrong. Steven giggled at your story, admittedly attracted to the way you stood up for yourself. He was a sucker for strong women. You let the conversation shift, though, as the waitress brought out your appetizers and refilled your drinks. 

“You seem a bit distracted, love,” Steven didn’t mean it in an accusatory way. His eyes were tinged with worry, in fact. You were distracted, but you didn’t want to say why exactly. You had taken notice to the way that your waitress was looking at him. She was so much prettier than you, you thought. Her skinny hourglass figure was more than evident even under her uniform. Her wide blue eyes were flirting even as she didn’t say anything, just left lingering glances on Steven. A tiny pit grew in the depth of your stomach. 

What if he would rather have someone like her?

“It’s just been a long day. I’m all here, babe. Didn’t mean to be rude.” You took a large swig of your drink, trying to conceal the way you blushed behind your glass. 

“No, it’s okay. You aren’t being rude.” He wore such a genuine smile. It was such a rarity in your eyes, men tended to dawn such arrogance or altogether vapidness. Not Steven. He was different. He looked at you not just like an equal, but like someone he could adore or even worship. He gave such affection without a second thought. 

“Do you think we can just go back to your flat after this?” You asked. Steven would have loved to take you out somewhere, like a bowling alley or even an arcade. He liked to be playful with you, to make a good time out of innocent fun. But he also liked for you to tell him what you wanted. “I think we should watch a movie or something.”

“We can do that.” He took a bite out of his breadstick. Your entrees would be coming any time now and you, much like him, were beginning to get ravenous the longer you had to wait. You had spent a good bit of time at Steven’s flat and it was becoming one of your favorite places. As time moved forward, you found yourself showing up there more often. Steven didn’t mind at all. 

When your plates arrived, you both took a solid pause from conversation to tear into your piping hot food. The warmth put your mind at ease, if only for a moment, about the night you had ahead. Steven wouldn’t continue to date you if he wasn’t attracted to you. Hell, you had said yourself that he must be pissed you weren’t having sex with him yet. Everything was going to go just fine. He’s a man, right? You likely wouldn’t even have to do much. 

But what if his gentle demeanor meant he paid more attention to the things that other men might brush aside? What if he wasn’t lust-driven enough to ignore the stretch marks on your thighs? What if your love handles were off-putting to him? You cut the thoughts off before they began to spiral, not wanting to ruin your dinner. 

“Is your food good?” Steven muttered between bites. You could tell he was trying to be polite as he utterly stuffed his face. His lunch break was more than six hours ago, so of course he was starving by now. He stifled little noises of pleasure as he scarfed down his food. One tiny little groan made its way through, though, sending an unfamiliar warmth to your chest. 

“It’s very good. I don’t even have to ask about yours, do I?” You smiled a bit at his fervency, noting that he almost looked ten years younger as he enjoyed his little meal. The circles were less noticeable under his eyes, the tiredness pushed out by satisfaction. He was a sight to behold and you remembered just how much you were in love. 

It was hard to think straight as dinner went on. Steven finished his food before you, so he started to talk again as you continued to eat. This time he didn’t talk about work or about the most recent book he’d read. He began to talk about you. The two of you. 

“I was thinking that perhaps I could introduce you to the boys—to Marc and Jake, I mean. After all, they’re kind of around as much as I am, sometimes more. It’s inevitable that you’re going to meet them soon and I don’t want you to be frightened. It takes some getting used to, I know that, but they already know a lot about you and they’re very nice, I promise. We don’t have to do that right now, though. I don’t think either of them even really want to tonight. Not because of you, of course! They think you’re lovely.”

You let him babble on, as he seemed exceptionally comfortable getting his thoughts out to you. Your food was starting to get cold and you figured you’d have to get a box or risk overeating and making yourself ill. He was on to the next subject just as quickly as he’d gotten to the first. 

“I also had an idea that you could come with me to the staff Christmas party at the museum, yeah? Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just thought it’s about time that I got to brag about you. I mean—I’d give Donna a shock, wouldn’t I? A beautiful girl on my arm and all that, she’d get a kick out of it. I suppose she thinks I don’t have it in me. She said the same thing about me getting promoted to tour guide, though, and I proved her wrong on that one, didn’t I?”

If this is what Steven was like when he was sober at the end of the day, then what on earth must he be like after a few glasses of wine? You hoped for the future that getting him drunk might be a way to settle him down, but you honestly doubted it. He just carried so much of a youthful zeal, one that couldn’t be stomped on by anything. 

The sun was well below the horizon when you finished up at the restaurant. You had insisted that Steven let you leave the tip, if nothing else so that you wouldn’t feel so bad about silently hating your server. The two of you started toward Steven’s flat, which was a bit further from the restaurant than yours. He seemed to have run out of things to say, much to your surprise. 

“Which movie should we watch?” You broke the silence as he wrapped his arm around your back. He was a short and muscular man, so his arm didn’t comfortably reach all the way around, which sent a wave of insecurity through you. He didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning into your touch as he contemplated what film to put on. “I’m thinking a comedy. Some kind of classic.”

“What about The Princess Bride?” Steven mumbled. 

“Sounds good to me.” You honestly didn’t care that much about the movie. Other things were at the forefront of your mind, like how Steven’s hand on your side felt like flames against your skin. You considered it odd that you wanted to lean further into the feeling. Why would you chase that sensation? Your confusion didn’t stop you from wanting more. 

Your heart was skipping around by the time you made it to his apartment complex. A thin layer of sweat coated your hands and your ears and cheeks were burning, too. You hadn’t even decided for sure that you were going to do anything. As far as Steven was concerned, you were going to watch a movie. 

You contemplated kissing him on the elevator ride up. He seemed receptive to it, obviously, but you feared that anything you initiated might be biting off more than you could chew. You hadn’t spoken much with Steven about your lack of experience. He hadn’t talked to you about his prior relationships, either, but you knew that he was more well-versed than you. 

Steven placed a casual arm around your shoulder as you sat on his old and worn couch. He’d shed his suit jacket as soon as you had made it through the door. The way he so thoughtlessly showed you affection sent a wave of confidence up your spine (and a wave of heat down your spine). You got maybe ten minutes into the movie before both of you had abandoned it for a dedicated make-out session. 

The making out you had done before, though you still weren’t the most experienced. Steven wasn’t your first kiss, but he was the first kiss that you’d actually enjoyed. That you had pined for over and over again. You’d gotten a good bit of practice thus far, but you would never reject an opportunity to gain more experience kissing him. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you snaked your hand under his shirt. You ran your fingers up his chest, feeling his skin shudder as his breath hitched at the contact. His kiss became softer and slower, and he pulled his lips away before leaning into your forehead. 

“This is new,” he noted breathlessly, his hand gingerly cupped behind your neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

His lips were back on yours just as quickly as they had separated. Your hand persisted underneath his shirt, your wrist working to undo the buttons that your hand had gone between. You couldn’t believe that Steven was being as gentle as he was. It made sense, he was always gentle, but you could tell from his breath that he was bursting at the seams. Enthusiastic in all things, you guessed. This wouldn’t be any different. 

“Steven—” You grumbled into his mouth, not quite wanting to pull away, but having to fight the growing panic in your chest. You didn’t know what exactly to do next and you knew sooner or later he was going to notice your apprehension, which bordered on a lack of participation. 

“Hmm?” He slowed down his kiss, not pulling away but giving you ample chance to do so. You racked your brain for the right words to say to him, but there was no way to beat around the bush. “I need to talk to you first.”

He pulled away, puzzled. After all, you were the one who had initiated this. His hand left your neck, but yours stayed awkwardly on his chest. You could feel his heart beating nearly as fast as yours. 

“Is something wrong?” Steven’s cheeks tinged with red as he asked you the question. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Well, I guess. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby, it’s just…” Again, no sugar-coating this. “I’ve never done this before.” 

“You… what?” His face bore an innocent confusion. He was really gonna make you say it, wasn’t he? “Never done what?” 

“I’m a virgin, Steven.” His eyes widened at that word. A million thoughts ran across his eyes, though you couldn’t make out a single one. He seemed to blush a bit harder and you were sure that you were blushing, too. 

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you with puppy dog eyes. Ironically lust-filled ones. 

“Is that a problem?” You didn’t like the silence. Now it was your turn to ramble. “I’m just a little scared, is all. I don’t know exactly what to do. I mean, I know how it works in theory, but I’ve never gotten this far. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I also want to make you feel good. I’m kind of a mess, you know. I’m a bit uncoordinated, too. I’m just so nervous that I won’t do something right—”

“Love?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re doing great. We’re gonna do this together and I’m gonna walk you through it, yeah? Unless you don’t want me to do that.” He seemed very matter-of-fact in the way he was speaking. It seemed out of place to you for Steven to talk so casually about sex. It brought a wave of relief through you, too. If he was so confident about this, then surely you had nothing much to worry about. 

“You sure that won’t be too awkward? I don’t want you to feel like you’re babying me.” Your face was on fire by now. The heat in your belly had been transformed to something kind of like nausea. You hoped it wouldn’t stay like that. 

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to be comfortable.” His eyes were doughy and sweet and his hand returned to its place on your neck. He used his other arm to sweep under your chin before planting a little peck on your lips. “Just go on until you feel that you need help.”

You returned to your previous rhythm of snogging him, not letting your racing thoughts interrupt your body’s movements. This part at least was intuitive, you continued to lean into his touch as his shirt slowly came unbuttoned. As he pressed up into your waist, you could feel how tight his pants were becoming. You didn’t know how to feel about that, but your body had its own response. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your lips as he tentatively bucked up into you. He was restraining his strength—that much you could tell—but he wasn’t hiding the fact that he really wanted you to keep going. The sound that you’d made without realizing seemed to set him off, too. He let a harsh breath out against you as his grip tightened on your neck. 

Steven, my dress,” You whispered as you moved your mouth to his neck. Your brain was clouded even though all of your senses had kicked into overdrive. Your dress was suddenly far too cumbersome, the fabric digging into your skin in a hundred different places at once. You reached your hand down to grab his arm, guiding it up to the zipper on your back. 

Wow. I can’t believe I just did that. 

He wasted no time in pulling it down. You gasped a bit as your bare skin was exposed to the cool air, but the feeling was quickly undermined by the relief of the way the fabric fell off your skin. Steven’s calloused hand left goosebumps on your back. He trailed his hand upward lazily as you pressed hot kisses onto his neck. 

“You think we ought to move to the bed?” His voice was choked. You leaned upward to see his eyes shut tightly as he tried not to buck into you again. It wasn’t a nice feeling that he was holding back for your sake, but it was a very pretty sight. 

“We probably should.” You stood up off of him, catching your dress before it could cascade off you altogether. Steven gathered a breath as he sat up on the couch, running his knuckle over his mouth and looking up at you, absolutely drunk with lust. 

He shed his button-up as he followed you to his bedroom, and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. He fumbled with his belt buckle after tossing his shirt over to the hamper in the corner of his room. You figured now would be a good time to drop your dress. And so you did, kicking it up with your foot and turning it in your hands until it formed a ball that you could throw to the hamper as well. You held your breath for Steven’s response. 

He was in heaven. His eyes ran across your body like you were a statue of one of the Greek gods. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he very obviously twitched in his pants the second he laid eyes on you. It was more than reassuring, if not a bit shocking. 

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.” Steven’s hands returned to your body as you sat on the foot of the bed. You brought your lips back against his, now fighting an urge to rake your fingers through his hair. Actually, raking them through wouldn’t be a problem, but you were fighting the odd urge to pull his hair. 

He pushed you back against the mattress, gently and slowly to gauge exactly how nervous you were. Steven could never bear to hurt you, and he certainly wasn’t willing to overstep your boundaries. He was eager for you, though, and he knew that he needed to push your limits if you were ever going to muster the courage to do this tonight. 

“You know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Of course he meant the words genuinely, but you weren’t blind to the fact that he really, really wanted to keep going. You shook your head at his statement. If you were going to do this, now was the time. And your body was screaming for you to do this. 

“I’m okay, baby. We can keep going.” By now his erection was more than evident against his pants. You reached to unbutton them, but your arms were not quite long enough. You ended up pulling Steven’s face into your chest, causing him to fumble his weight. He sucked in a short breath, surprised. “Sorry!”

“S’okay,” He laughed lightly into your breast, looking up at you as you were hit with subtle embarrassment. He ran his fingertips along the top of the lace, a patient smile on his lips. “You’re doing great. Just keep going and remember to use your words.” 

He slid his own hand down to his waist, unbuttoning his pants before returning his grasp to your bust. He fumbled behind you for the clasp of your bra. 

A quick wave of panic ran through you as he pressed his fingers underneath the band more agilely than you expected of him. Steven had never seen you naked before, and now was the perfect time for all of your insecurities to rush to the forefront of your brain. In spite of your trust in him and your growing heat, you felt yourself starting to forget how to breathe. 

Steven took notice of this. 

“Hey, love, it’s alright.” He leaned back for a moment, not understanding what exactly had set you off. He surveyed your body for anywhere he might be holding you too close; maybe he didn’t realize he was hurting you? But there was no injury. You were physically fine. “I thought we were doing pretty well. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to explain. I just feel like something’s going to go wrong.” You gave him a pathetic look and he knew that there was no merit in your apprehension. He didn’t want to trivialize, though, so he thought carefully before he said his next words. 

“Is there something I can do to ease your mind? Some kind of… fantasy or something that you feel like we could play out?” He was grasping at straws, but Steven was confident enough in his sexuality that tonight could be all about you and it’d be no problem to him. He was so goddamn smitten by you, he was willing to do close to anything to make a sex life between you work out. In reality, he wouldn’t really need to change anything at all. 

“Don’t laugh.”

“Darling, I would never laugh at you. Now out with it.”

“Can you just… tell me that I’m not too big for you?”

Steven’s eyes grew the widest you’d ever seen them, but that look of shock was quickly replaced with something else. Anger? Annoyance? Determination? You didn’t know exactly, but it was almost a scary look. If looks could kill, except there was something genuinely unhinged in the way he stared back at you. He let out a low scoff. It was sour, offended. 

“You think you’re… too big for me?” He replaced his hand against the clasp of your bra, quite aggressively snapping it apart, though he didn’t move to pull the cups or straps away yet. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Where the hell does a thought like that come from? It couldn’t be farther from the truth, love. I don’t think you’re too big. What does that even mean?”

He ran his knuckle along your face, studying you for your reaction to his words. They sent relief through you, of course, but they also were sending something else. Something you weren’t used to feeling. Steven’s aggressive words of affirmation sent concentrated heat straight down between your legs, all but setting you on fire. His gaze softened a bit. From his perspective, you still looked terrified. 

“Why would I want you to be any smaller? Hmm? That just means that there’s less of you to hold. I would be mental to want that.” You couldn’t help yourself but to gain more confidence as he continued to ramble on. “Why would I want any less of these?” 

On his own vocal cue, he pushed the cups of your bra away from your breasts, revealing to himself your bare chest. You were nervous to see his reaction, but he wasn’t exactly going to give you one. Not in the way you were thinking, at least. With no forethought, he pressed his face into your skin, taking your nipple gently in his mouth. The humid warmth juxtaposed the cool air. You gave up fighting the urge to tug on his curls. 

“Steven!“ You whispered, surprised by his fervor. You were grateful, though, as his excitement only fed your self-assurance. This time, more carefully, you reached for his pants with only one hand, able to just barely reach the fabric. 

His whole body shuddered at the barely-there contact of your hand. If only you could reach just a tiny bit further, but his groin was even farther from you now that he was at eye-level with your chest. Your nervousness was slowly warping into impatience. You had the urge to grind up into him. 

“Darling. Words.” Steven’s voice was barely audible against your skin. He’d noticed the restiveness of your hips, which weren’t at a decent angle to gain any friction from him. He wasn’t making assumptions, though, for the sake of letting you set the pace. 

“I need more.” You heard the sounds leave your lips, though you hadn’t decided to say them. Your body was more than a few steps ahead of your poor, anxious brain. He whimpered a bit as you tugged on his curls, sending another wave of heat downward. “Please. Now.”

“I’m going to take these off, okay?” Steven looped a finger under the band of your panties. You nodded, shifting your weight as he pulled them down over your thighs. As he tossed them aside, he took a pause to remove his dress pants as a means of evening the playing field a bit. He was cheerful, almost goofy as he crawled back onto the bed. 

“This is the bit where you get to tell me what to do. I know I said it’d be the other way around.” He planted kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs and leaning down against your frame. “Now I’m going to assume that what I’m doing doesn’t feel good or bad. You’ve got to tell me otherwise.”

The noise that he drew from your mouth as he pressed a finger gently to your core was the most desperate sound you could have made. Even you were surprised, as up until this point you’d been so on the fence about any of this. Steven was remarkably calm, but he raised his eyebrow at the filthy little groan. He held his hand still, much to your dismay. 

“What’s that, love?” He had to be teasing you, right? You couldn’t tell if his patience and selflessness would prove to be a blessing or a curse. 

“F—Feels good. Keep going.” Your own voice was ringing in your ears, but it slowly faded as the sounds of Steven’s pleasure overtook them. You were scared that you were coming off desperate as you moved your legs to plant your feet and gain more leverage. Steven smiled a little, though, giving a hint that your neediness was what he wanted to see. 

He pressed a finger slowly into you, using his thumb to circle your clit. You figured Steven knew his anatomy, so he must be avoiding direct contact on purpose. Now the tentativeness was proving to be an annoyance. The stretch felt good, though it wasn’t nearly enough. Steven’s fingers were stockier than your own, and the angle was different than you were used to. You pressed downward onto his hand. 

“Easy, darling. Don’t hurt yourself.” Steven used his other hand to hold down your hips. He didn’t use much force, more utilizing his strength as a warning than as a restraint. You couldn’t help yourself, though, from trying to force him deeper into you. 

“Steven, more.” You felt separated from your head. He pressed his thumb right into your clit, lining a second finger up to follow beside the first one. Your legs were shaking with the urge to push up again and your hand was dangerously rough as it abused his scalp, the other white-knuckling the sheets. What you said next was something you had never imagined you’d have the guts to say to a man in this position. 

“Use your mouth.”

You couldn’t expect his reaction to that. Steven let out a groan, low and deep from the pit of his chest. A sly smile stretched across his lips and he almost looked proud of you. He also happily obliged your request. 

With Steven’s tongue working in tandem with his fingers and thumb, it was hard for you to think, let alone continue giving him direction. He found a rhythm pretty quickly, his fingers pumping slowly and deeply as his tongue kept the pressure on your entrance unpredictable. Before long, he was grinding against the bed, panting and whining into your cunt. 

His voice sent you over the edge. 

With a particularly feral whimper from him, you were pulsing over his fingers and all but yelling expletives as you came. Uncoordinated and blinded by stars, you tugged at the back of his neck until he crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

“Did that feel good?” He was definitely teasing you now. Steven knew the answer to his question, but he relished the sight of you coming down from your high. Your eyelids struggled to open even a bit and your chest heaved underneath him as you fought to steady your breath. Your limbs were weak, but you felt too determined to give up on him now, especially after the pleasure he’d just given you. 

“Your turn.” You muttered, fighting the fatigue that wouldn’t let you sit up. You propped yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach out to him. 

He had leaked a wet spot onto his briefs, his erection painfully hard underneath the thin layer of cotton. This part would be another first for you and you had no frame of reference for what to expect. You traced the outline of him through the fabric, too shy to just reach your hand in. His hand darted to meet yours and he snaked his fingers in between yours from behind, effectively guiding your hand. 

“Do you have a condom?” You asked sheepishly as he pressed your hand against him with more force. There was an unfamiliar look in his eyes, one that was too calm given the situation. His expression didn’t match his body. 

“I do.” His voice was different from before. Much less tentative, though it was still soft. “I assume you’re asking because you want me to fuck you?” 

That you didn’t expect from him. Steven was the kind of person to use “darn” and “my word” instead of even the most family-friendly expletives. But there was no lack of confidence in his words, and he stared at you as though he was sincerely waiting for your response. You moved your hand upward, squeezing his tip lightly through the fabric. 

“Yes. I do.” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you would have liked, but you got your point across nonetheless. All of the cliche first time racing thoughts took their turns in your brain, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him to continue. 

Is this going to hurt? What if he’s too big for me? What if the condom breaks? Wait, am I supposed to just lie here and let him do all the work? That doesn’t seem right, but what else can I do? 

Your hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot, causing Steven’s breath to hitch. He dropped his hand from yours, leaning back so that you couldn’t quite reach him anymore. 

“We should speed this up, yeah?” He stepped off of the bed to rid himself of his briefs. As he turned to the side, you noticed the muscles along his back flexing and relaxing as he bent his arms and leaned forward. For the first time, his strength was a bit scary to you. Your innermost thoughts were fears that he would break you apart. 

Steven turned back to face you, finally absent of his clothes as you had been for the last little while. You honestly had no frame of reference for how big he was—besides porn of course, but you knew better than to use that for comparison. You tried not to dwell on the sight too much, other than noting that he was surprisingly thick, so you turned your attention to something else as he dug through his bedside drawer. 

“Would it be weird if I put your condom on for you?” Your voice was tiny against the sound of his hands rummaging through the drawer. He raised an eyebrow at you, an amused look of contemplation on his face. 

“That depends. Do you know how?” His gaze didn’t break from the drawer, but you could see that he already had the packet in his hand. The smile on his face was cheeky, but it wasn’t patronizing or rude. 

“Yeah. I mean—I’m pretty sure I do.” You recalled rolling one onto a banana in sex ed during high school. It couldn’t be much different than that, right? 

“Then I say go for it, love.” He tossed the condom at you before dramatically plopping down on the bed, leaning back and letting his legs dangle off the edge. As obviously hard as he was, he didn’t seem to be much in a rush. He looked pretty content, actually. Silly, even. 

The hardest part of the ordeal was just getting the wrapper open. You fiddled for a minute with the edge, all the while Steven had to suppress his laughter. 

“Shut up!” You whined at him before giving up and ripping the wrapper with your teeth. It wasn’t the condom itself that you were unsure of; you were still a bit scared to touch Steven. Your apprehension was obvious all over your face. 

“You know it doesn’t bite, right?” The expression on his face was somewhere between snarky and cute. He knew that a line like that would have been off-putting a half hour ago, but it was the perfect level of teasing to match your energy now. 

It took a bit longer than it should have for you to roll the condom to the base of his dick, but he didn’t mind, and he noted how impressed he was that you had managed to put it on correctly. He did, however, mind that your hands were all over him and he believed he needed to hold back his words of praise. Not because the words themselves would be too much; Steven knew if he opened his mouth to worship you he’d be unable to stop, and you didn’t need to be overwhelmed tonight. 

“Alright, love,” He crawled over you tentatively, again with a surprising aura of calmness and patience. “I’m going to go really slow. If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. I trust you, baby.” You didn’t know exactly what to do with your hands, but you knew that you wanted to be closer to him than you already were. He lined himself up with your hips, again using his hand to gauge how ready you were for him. You’d never been aroused enough to want more than one orgasm in a night, but Steven’s demeanor was leaving you less and less satisfied with the one he’d already pulled from you. 

As he slowly pushed in, you elected to wrap one arm up around his neck, using the other to brace yourself against the sheets. The stretch was a lot more than you were anticipating and you instinctively tensed around him at the unfamiliar feeling. 

“Relax, love,” he stilled, well shy of bottoming out. A thin layer of sweat was covering you both, though you were sure his position was more uncomfortable than yours. “It’ll feel better that way. I don’t want you to be in any pain.” 

You took a deep breath before untensing your muscles. Steven waited for a second before continuing to move deeper into you. He shut his eyes to help him focus on his movement, not completely trusting himself to hold steady as pent-up as he already was. 

“You feel alright?” He asked as he finally bottomed out. You nodded, breathless, still focusing on keeping yourself relaxed. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but it was wildly unfamiliar. You took a moment to get used to the sensation of fullness before speaking to him. 

“I’m good.” You took another few deep breaths and it became easier for you to fight the tension in your limbs. He looked at you with an inquiring face, his lips parted slightly and his eyes lidded. “You can move, I think.” 

“You’re doing so good, love,” Steven hummed before pulling back out only slightly faster than he’d pushed in. While the stretch had been a bit of an awkward feeling, you didn’t like the emptiness left in his absence. This time, when he bottomed out again, you were much more receptive to the feeling. It felt less like an intrusion, more like a welcome advance. 

He set a slow pace, attentive to any sign that you were in pain or otherwise unhappy. Steven watched as the stress melted from your face and, before long, nothing but contentment remained. More heat was rushing down to your core, feeding your desire to be closer to him and warping the contentment into a hunger for more. 

“Can—Can you go faster?” You asked him with a hitch in your breath. He’d been waiting for you to say that. You arched your back up in an attempt to kiss him, effectively changing the angle that he was pressing into you. Something inside you shot a wave of electricity up your spine. 

That feeling was new. 

“Steven, there.” You pushed your chest up further, having trouble supporting yourself but chasing the new stimulation. He got the jist of what you were asking and leaned down to meet the angle you were requesting. Another electric shock overcame you. 

A guttural moan erupted from your mouth and you tensed around him. Steven squeezed his eyes shut again, throwing his head back with a soft “fuck” and sputtering a bit in his pace. 

You pulled him down to kiss you, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Everything felt so good, it wasn’t the kind of good that you had imagined it would be. It was blissful and not at all desperate. It was warm and it was soft and it was safe, and you chased the feeling even more. You licked into his mouth, drawing a low, groggy moan from him. 

Your pleasure was building steadily in your core. To the best of your strength, you began to roll your hips to match his pace, gaining a bit of friction on your clit that almost hurt in combination with the other feelings. You couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around him again. Steven’s rhythm began to falter, more curses falling from his lips and into yours. 

The lack of air you were experiencing from abusing his mouth was only fueling your high. You pulled away as the pleasure forced you to arch your back. You were dangerously close. 

“Don’t stop.” You managed to say between gasps. Steven had no intention of stopping, though he was having a lot of trouble steadying his pace. He was getting close, too.

You came around him with a stifled cry, a desperate sound that would have embarrassed you if you could’ve been bothered to care. Your orgasm pulsed through you and you lost your balance against him. The tensing of your body sent him over the edge, too. 

He struggled to hold enough of his weight that he wasn’t smothering you, though you wouldn’t have minded much if he did collapse atop your stomach. For a few long moments he just stayed there, gasping for breath. You were having trouble steadying your own breath as well, but you at least had the mattress to support you. 

“That was…” He tried to say, but he was panting with too much force to get it out. 

“A lot.” You finished for him. Of course, that wasn’t what he was going to say, but he appreciated the thought. “My god.” 

“I was going to say ‘amazing,’ but what you said works, too.” He laughed, breathless. “Don’t know what you were so bloody worried about. I’d say you’re a natural.”

He pulled away and disappeared for a half-second in the en-suite bath, making your heart skip a single beat. He returned, though, having disposed of the condom and holding a warm washcloth in his hand. 

“I don’t know, babe,” You teased as he crawled back up onto the bed, “I’ll definitely need some more practice.”

He rolled his eyes. You could see another trademarked Steven ramble brewing underneath his satisfied gaze. You wondered how he still had the energy for one. 

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do now, but I’ve got a few ideas. First and foremost, though, you should probably use the toilet because I know enough about UTIs to know I don’t want you to get one. We can shower together, if you want, but I understand if that’s too big of a step right now. I brought you a towel if you’d rather just clean up a bit and do something else. We can still watch the movie, I’ve got microwave popcorn around here somewhere—”

“I think I can take it from here, love.” You giggled lazily as he handed you the rag. The movie sounded good, but so did turning in early. You were tired. “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“Of course, darling. I hope everything felt okay. You’re feeling alright now, aren’t you? I mean, I don’t mean to assume…” 

“I feel wonderful.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek. Steven blushed at you a tiny bit before reaching for a clean pair of boxers. “You did great.” 

“Kinda weird that you’re saying that to me, huh?” He cupped your cheek before heading for the kitchen. “Now really, go pee. I’m gonna go make some tea. You want to finish the movie?”

“We can do that. I might not stay awake all the way through.” You glanced down at the pile of clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper. A mildly sad thought occurred. “Honey, do you have something I can wear?”

Steven’s shirts wouldn’t fit you, unfortunately. You didn’t dwell on that, though, not giving any bad thoughts the opportunity to hold their ground. Not after the phenomenal evening you had made. 

“There’s a robe hanging on the bathroom door.” He called to you, already putting on the kettle. “Guess you’ll need to bring a change of clothes from now on.”

“I can certainly live with that.”

You wound up snuggled together on the old couch, both minimally dressed and more than exhausted from the day. The Princess Bride continued playing on the screen, but neither of you paid too much attention to that. You abandoned the idea of popcorn, much too tired to eat.

Surprisingly, nothing felt too different about tonight, save for the fact that Steven was wearing far fewer clothes. You were just as content, just as giggly and just as easy-going as ever. If you had more energy, the two of you probably could have gone bowling after all. Steven made intimacy with you feel inherent. It was something he was meant to do with you. 

“I don’t want to walk home.” You grumbled into his chest about the time the credits started to roll. You certainly didn’t want to put back on that cumbersome dress. 

“I wouldn’t dream of that, love. Why don’t you stay here with me?” 

Going to sleep that night was the most natural thing in the world, too. Steven held you gently, but warmly enough that you knew he’d never want to let you go. Nothing could ever make him want to let you go. 

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I'm tagging everyone for this one.

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[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: ~2200 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. 

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

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You met Billy Russo at an industry conference two years ago. While you didn’t know much about military security at that time, your specialty was online security and both of you ended up attending a lot of the same events. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, magnetic and a total flirt, and it was obvious he was aware of his good looks and used it to his benefit. You didn’t sleep with him during the conference. Something told you his dance card was already full every night. So, instead, you exchanged contact information and left it at that.

 A year later you were hired as a consultant for one of Anvil’s direct competitors and moved to New York City. When Billy called you to meet for drinks, you knew exactly what he was up to. You were no fool. He wanted information on your employer and thought he could charm you into spilling secrets. You told him it wouldn’t work over a second drink, and he simply laughed.

 You didn’t fuck him until a month later. The official reason for the delay was conflicting schedules but mostly it was due to insecurity on your part. To the outside world you were attractive in the kind of way that snuck up on people. You weren’t the type to turn heads, like Billy was, and your fucked up childhood had ensured you didn’t let anyone in easily. It wasn’t until a pep talk from your best friend, Davina, about enjoying Billy Russo for what he was – a fun time and nothing more - did you finally decide to take the leap.

 Fucking Billy had been unlike anything you’d experienced before. You’d had sex before of course, but not the kind of sex that made you lose all of your inhibitions and scream and come for hours. Billy knew how to coax you out of your shell and demand things from him you’d never even knew you wanted. You fucked him in your apartment, his penthouse, the underground parking lot, in his car and that was all within the first week. He had opened up a whole new world for you and you were willing to try anything and do anything he wanted. After that first night together, all the walls you’d built around your heart collapsed. Your best friend warned you repeatedly that great sex made people confuse lust for love, that she was worried you were falling for Billy, but you told her you were an adult and could handle yourself.

 Of course that had been bullshit.

 It had been been almost a year now since you and Billy were sleeping together and you had no idea where you stood with him. You didn’t even know if he was fucking other women, though a part of you suspected he was. If he was with you two nights a week that left five other nights to be with someone else. It clawed at you, knowing you weren’t enough for him. It heightened all of your insecurities, made you believe that you were worthless and ugly just like your abusive father used to scream at you. Of course you’d never tell Billy that. The minute he suspected you were getting attached to him emotionally he’d bolt, he’d already warned you of that. So you kept your thoughts to yourself and let your pain eat away at your insides when he wasn’t with you.

 At least that had been the plan until you saw him on a date with Madani.

 You were at a restaurant with some of your coworkers, enjoying happy hour, when you got up to use the bathroom and spotted Billy sitting in the other corner of the room. The breath rushed out of your lungs, your knees felt weak. They were enraptured with each other, legs intertwined, heads close, a true couple. You knew who she was because he’d let it slip he’d been working with Homeland on something and, you being you, you’d looked her up. Her pictures didn’t do her justice, because she was stunning. And exactly the type of woman Billy would be proud to be seen with.

 After you and Billy started sleeping together, Billy rarely took you out. Sure you guys would go to some hole-in-the-wall places or fast food joints but never to fine restaurants, not like this one. You never complained because why waste time when you could be busy fucking his brains out? Except now that you saw him and Madani sitting only a few feet away from you, and he was proudly holding her hand and being openly affectionate, you realized it had all been by design. He never took you out because he was ashamed of you. If you had been prettier, thinner, sexier, taller – anything but what you already are – he’d want you as more than a fuck buddy. He’d want you as his girlfriend.

 It was a bitter pill to swallow but at least now you knew the truth and that meant you were back in control of your life.

 As much as it hurt, it felt good to know you were the ones making decisions about your future again and they didn’t revolve around Billy. No longer would you be obsessing over what he wanted, what he was doing, if he’d like a certain thing on you or not, if he was fucking someone else or not. You wouldn’t spend hours researching Billy like you did in the past and finding out things about him that he never knew you knew. No, now you were finally free.

 And it was time to move on.

 Tonight was the night of the fundraising gala. Your company had purchased a table and the CEO of your company had personally extended an invite for you to attend. Based on a conversation you had with Billy three weeks ago, you knew he would also be attending to represent Anvil. When you’d first broached the subject you’d hoped he’d asked you to attend as his date – but he hadn’t. At the time you’d reassured herself the reasons were practical. It would be weird for Billy to be sitting at a competitor’s table (if he went with you) and you would risk offending your boss if you sat at Billy’s. But now you knew the truth.

 So, tonight, you were dressed to the nines in a curve-hugging gold dress with a plunging neckline which emphasized all of your assets. Your heels, which cost more than the dress itself, were over five inches high and made you feel like an Amazonian goddess when you sauntered in them.

 When you walked into the ballroom with Davina in your arms that night, you felt confident in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

 The thing about you that a lot of people didn’t know was that you were fucking fantastic at owning a room – despite your insecurities. You may not be beautiful but you were charming. You were really great at getting strangers to open up, people were drawn to you. It was one of the reasons your CEO promoted you so quickly after a few months. Your job, initially at least, was meant to be a technical role but when you were invited to a party with potential clients you had schmoozed them so easily they had signed the contract within the week. And then you had impressed them with your actual technical skills which only cemented their positive impression of you.

 So, yeah, you were in your element and you were ready to charm.

 “What table are we?” Davina asked.

 “14,” you said. Of course your eyes were automatically drawn to Anvil’s table on the seating chart. 157. A safe distance from your table, which meant there was a good chance you two wouldn’t even be crossing paths in the grand ballroom. You didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or disappointed.

 A while later you were circulating around the north bar, chatting up with some potential clients that your boss had wanted you to pay particular attention to when you saw Dinah Madani. She was in one of those slinky, maroon satin dresses, her hair up, and you felt that surge of jealousy go through you again. She was probably here as Billy’s guest considering this wasn’t the kind of events Homeland agents typically attended.

 “Y/N!” You turned to find your boss waving you towards him.

 Glad for the distraction, you picked up two glasses of champagne from a nearby server and headed towards him, handing him his drink. Your boss was chatting to a group of people you vaguely recognized, but the smile on your face stiffened when you spotted Billy amongst them.

 Fuck. He looked good in a tux. His hair was slicked back, and you were struck with the sharp memory of fucking him in his car one night with your fingers roughly fisting his hair. God, you loved his hair, loved running your fingers through the silky strands.

 Billy’s eyebrow quirked up when he saw you and you wondered what he thought of you so dressed up. No. It didn’t matter what he thought of you. Fuck him, you reminded yourself.

 “Y/N is our new Executive Director,” your boss said, introducing you to the group. “Her division has shown a significant growth ever since she joined Valiant.”

 You smiled, shaking hands with everyone. When it was Billy’s turn, you reached out to clasp his hand, not betraying any emotion even though you felt an immediate charge upon touching him. He gave you an amused smile, like he was enjoying the charade.

 “Nice to meet you all,” you said. “And don’t listen to Roger. Valiant was doing fine on its own.”

 “But Y/N has definitely changed the way we do some of our regular operations. I didn’t realize how archaic this industry’s systems and processes were until she came along.”

 “Sounds like I may need to poach Y/N from Valiant,” Billy said with a smug smile, his eyes fixed on you.

 “Anvil couldn’t afford me,” you reciprocated with equal smugness.

 Roger laughed, patting your arm. “We’re not giving her up without a fight.”

 “Clearly,” Billy replied.

 The expression on Billy’s face was new to you, you had no idea what he was thinking but you also didn’t want to waste any more of your time obsessing over him.

 Roger leaned in closer, lowering his voice so others wouldn’t hear him. “Table 35. Those were the clients I told you about.” As you glanced over to the table he mentioned, your eyes met Billy’s. He was watching you intently, still with the unreadable mask on his face.

 Ignoring Billy, you flashed a confident smile up at Roger. “Don’t worry about it. It’s taken care of.”

 You turned back to the group, your gaze skipping past Billy’s. “It was a pleasure to meet you all. I hope you have a great evening.” Bidding everyone goodbye, you headed to Table 35.

 ***

An hour later you were on the terrace, enjoying the cold, crisp New York air that rattled your bone. You were exhausted. Networking took a lot out of you and now you just wanted to go home and soak in the tub. Davina, a natural extrovert, was still in the ballroom, flirting and socializing but you needed a few minutes of privacy so you had snuck outside to compose yourself.

 “Congratulations on the promotion.”

 Your jaw clenched as soon as you heard Billy’s voice from behind you. You turned around to look at him as he swaggered forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

 “You never told me,” he remarked.

 You shrugged your shoulders. “We didn’t tell each other a lot of things.”

 “I get the distinct feeling you’re pissed at me but I don’t know why. Care to fill me in?”

 “What reason would I have to be pissed at you?”

 “You tell me. I’ve called you-”

 “You’ve never called me,” you interjected.

 “Fine. Texted. Whatever.” Billy took a step closer, forcing you to look up at him. Even in your fucking stilettos, he towered over you. “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks now. Why the ghosting?”

 “I just think it’s time I move on.”

 Oh, Billy didn’t like that. His eyes grew darker, so dark they were almost pitch-black. “Really? You’ve got the next one lined up already?”

 As much as you wanted to believe he was jealous, you knew that wasn’t the case. “We both know you don’t give a fuck about me so drop the fake jealousy bit.” You tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. You felt his angry breath skim over your skin as he glared down at you. “Let me go, Billy.”

 “Why?” he snarled. “So you can go fuck Roger?”

 “You really expect me to believe you’re jealous of me seeing someone else?” you snapped back. “Or is it because it’s Roger? He’s more successful than you, he’s your competitor, his company has been taking all the contracts you’ve been fighting for and now he’s got you beat in the one area you thought you excelled at. Fucking.” You angled forward on purpose, holding his gaze. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t you go fuck Roger and leave me out of it?” You smiled up at him. “Or does Madani not let you stray?”

 Understanding dawned on Billy’s face. “So that’s what this is about.”

Part Two

A/N - This is my first reader insert fic. Hope you guys enjoyed it. If you’d like me to tag you, please leave a comment or DM me.  

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[jenomark]

Nct / wayv reaction when you suddenly kiss them when you're drunk 🙏

Taeil: You were both drunk but acted like the alcohol didn't affect you. Sitting next to Taeil, you arm hair brushing against his, you felt blissful. "Do you want to play a game?" he asked, his glossy eyes on yours. Hanging out with him on Friday nights, just drinking wine and sitting at his kitchen table, was fun without the random card games. You just liked being in his presence, feeling the full effect of your feelings for him. Feeling fantastic, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips. You kissed his soft skin and said," No, we could just talk." The realization of what you had done slowly sunk in but, like everything else, Taeil pretended it didn't happened.

Johnny: "You're drunk." he said, grinning. You were seconds away from stamping your foot on the floor and claiming that you had hardly had much to drink, when your equilibrium was thrown off, and you swayed in place. "See," he said, pointing. "You should get some rest." Johnny was openly smirking and teasing you, which lit a fire underneath you that not even his handsome face could put out. You went into the corner beside the cabinets, brought out a tiny step stool and placed it in front of him. From there, you climbed onto it, your eyes level with his, and you kissed his lips. " Oh, I might be a little drunk, too." Johnny breathed, his sweet breath blowing back into your face.

Taeyong: He was bundled up head-to-toe, a beanie on his head, and a scarf wrapped around his neck several times. Everything on him was cold, except for his hand, which was nesting firmly in yours. You walked on, the twinkling lights of the city lulling you both into a sense of comfort. Being with Taeyong, especially like this, made long, cold nights more bearable. "Are you still tipsy?" he asked, stopping. In your mind, you saw the wine you had both shared at dinner, could picture it sitting in the bottom of your empty stomach. You nodded, facing him with an affectionate smile on your face. The warmth of the alcohol spread across his cheeks, or, maybe, it was from the biting wind. "You have something on your face." you said. Instinctively, Taeyong's hands reached up to touch his face, but your lips beat him to it. When you pulled away, shy Taeyong was staring back at you. "You're so cute." he said.

Yuta: In the quiet of his room, the thrum of the alcohol pumping through your veins was deafening. Yuta was watching you with a curious look, his eyes seeming to ask if you were brave enough. It was strange to know that you had his approval for the kiss before you had went through with it, and stranger still, that Yuta looked terrified. You went slow, kissing up along his bare arm, his warm skin flushing pink as you went. He was waiting patiently for you to find his lips, for you to snake your way up his smooth shoulder and kiss him like he'd never been kissed before. "I don't think I can wait anymore." he whispered. So, you closed the gap and found his lips earlier than you wanted, kissing him with so much passion that you could feel it in your toes. Though expected, Yuta gave a small shake, like there was an electric current running through his body.

Kun: "And press this key." Kun said. Even if you wanted to press it on your own, Kun's hand was on top of yours, and he was guiding you along. In his alcoholic forgetfulness, he seemed not to notice. You let him guide you, your fingertips touching the keys on his keyboard so lightly that you wondered if you were even touching them at all. Kun looked at your face, searching for the excitement he wished to find there. "Doesn't it sound beautiful?" he asked, adding, as if you didn't understand, "The music." You nodded, the expression on your face as clear as day: you were head over heels in love with him. You didn't remove your hand from underneath his, you just leaned in to kiss him, catching him by complete surprise. Before you could even breathe, Kun cupped your face and kept kissing you.

Doyoung: In your drunken mind, everything made sense. You loathed Doyoung, so the only thing left to do, was to kiss him. That will show him, you thought. You marched across the party, ignoring the warning signs from Taeyong in the corner, and you planted yourself firmly in front of Doyoung. He was nursing his own drink and looking at you with the contempt you felt. You couldn't remember what the old saying was, was it that revenge is best served cold? Hot? You had no idea. "What do you want?" Doyoung asked, trying his best to puff out his chest and appear confident. You started to speak but found out that you had nothing to say other than, "I want you." You kissed Doyoung then, your mouth sloppily gluing itself to his. Rather than push you away, Doyoung kissed you back, leading to a very steamy make-out in the middle of the room.

Ten: You came in from a night out with your friends, as drunk as can be, and one thing on your mind. As you tried kissing Ten, he moved away from you. "Not while you're drunk." he said. "Come on, let me tuck you into bed." You were tired, however, Ten had never looked sexier. You wanted to kiss him, to hold him and make love to him. Sensing that you were going to try and kiss him again, he jumped over the back of the couch. Your shoulders fell. "Don't you want to kiss me?" you asked. Ten stood his ground from a few feet away and said, "I always want to kiss you, but not when you can't consent." You put your hand on your hips, even your drunk mind understanding that it wasn't necessarily right. Still, you pouted. "But I wanted a kiss goodnight." From across the room, Ten kissed his fingers and sent the flying kiss in your direction, all the love on his face very sincere.

Jaehyun: Kissing him felt so good that you didn't want to stop. The taste of him was so warm and inviting, and every nerve in your body wanted to feel it everywhere. It was Jaehyun who broke the kiss, his conscious making it clear that he couldn't allow it to go further. You thought he would be angry that you went in for the kill, but he was smiling so brilliantly that you went in for another kiss. Jaehyun placed his finger against your lips before you could and said, "How about we get you home safely, so that you can sleep this off?" It was simple, but effective. Rather than going in for another kiss, you took the hand that Jaehyun held out to you, and let him lead you back where you lived, the taste of him still on your lips.

WinWin: You stared longingly at the empty bottles of wine on the table, and then at WinWin texting on his phone. "I should probably head off to sleep." you said, your body perking up when your roommate WinWin looked in your direction. He looked so pretty in the soft light, his features most likely enhanced by the alcohol you had shared. "Me too." he said, stretching so that his shirt raised a few centimeters to reveal his stomach. You both made a move to get up, laughing awkwardly as you did. Without really knowing what to say, you nodded at WinWin, leaned in, and planted a goodnight kiss right on his forehead. The horror at what had taken place hit you as soon as your lips left his skin. "Well, goodnight." you said, your eyes growing wider and wider. WinWin was smiling so big that it began to ease the panic. "Goodnight," he said. "Maybe when you're sober, you'll aim for the lips."

Jungwoo: You were both drunk, both clinging to each other, singing-well, shouting- a song that you heard earlier. Jungwoo was a lot taller than you, his big body swaying so much that you were convinced he was going to make you both topple to the ground. But he sturdily clung to your arms, his joyful face coming inches closer to your face. All you could see was his lips and how full they looked. So, you kissed him and watched him reel back in surprise, his full lips quivering. Without thinking about it for too long, Jungwoo leaned in to kiss you back, but ended up knocking his head into yours. Pain was all you felt when you collided, both from the pain of the collision and from the embarrassment. You stared at each other solemnly before bursting into a fit of giggles, the sound ringing in the night without care.

Lucas: "I can't find it!" Lucas shouted, though you were standing behind him. He was searching in the closet, using his height to search the top of the closet, his big hands knocking things over. When he turned back around and saw you standing there, he jumped and laughed and said, "I can't find it." You told him it was alright and pushed him into the closet, closing the door behind you. You turned off the light, robing you both in darkness. All you could hear was Lucas' breathing. You could smell his heavy cologne and how it intoxicated you more than the alcohol did. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and find him in the dark, and then you kissed him. It was very brief, for Lucas had grabbed your shoulders and told you he couldn't kiss you when you weren't right in the mind.

Mark: The rest of the 127 members were being noisy, but it still felt like only you and Mark in the room. His eyes drifted to your mouth, hovering there for a few seconds before staring into your eyes. You spent too much time on Mark's birthday getting drunk and wishing he was brave enough to be the one to kiss you first. Realizing that you weren't going to get the other members to be quiet, and you certainly weren't going to get them to vacate the room, you tipped your body over the table, grabbed Mark's white t-shirt and pulled him until his lips met yours. The room grew quiet, only erupting into hollers when you let Mark go. As they made a fuss, you watched him grow shy from across the table, your eyes now making it known that you were staring directly at Mark's lips.

Xiaojun: He wasn't immune to first date jitters. He knew the first kiss was coming soon, and he would be expected to perform, which made the lump in his throat seem to swell more. You could say that you were equally nervous, but you liked Xiaojun a lot and very much wanted to kiss him. "I've been drinking. " he said. "I don't think it's going to be good." Him explaining himself made you feel giddy. "I've been drinking too, remember?" you said. You looked at each other for a beat too long, before you took a deep breath and just did it. Kissing Xiaojun, drunk or not, was every bit as amazing as you thought it would be. His lips were timid but receptive. He was gentle and eager, something you were thrilled by. When you parted, a first successful kiss under your belt, Xiaojun punched the air in excitement.

Hendery: When he was drinking, Hendery liked to talk. He would gear up for lengthy speeches, brushing his long hair from his face, the same face that was shaded with twinges of pink. You watched him wave his arms around, his words going in one ear and out of the other. You thought about how handsome he looked, the effect of alcohol, no doubt, getting to your brain too. "Don't you agree?" he asked, swinging his attention towards you. "They don't care about us, they never did. They-" Before he could finish his sentence, you kissed Hendery hastily. He kept trying to speak, but you kept on kissing him, each kiss becoming longer than the last. "I'm sorry," you said, keeping your eyes closed a moment longer. "You were saying. " Opening your eyes, you could see that Hendery was too stunned to speak anymore.

Renjun: "I want to ask you something." you said, cornering Renjun. He lowered a cup from his lips, the alcohol inside sloshing around. He thought it would have been better to just drink it and avoid the conversation he felt was coming. "Do you want to know if Mark likes you back?" Renjun asked. "He does like you. So, you're free to go after him, if you want." Confused, you looked at Renjun and asked, "Who is Mark? I don't know him, but I wanted to ask you if you would mind if I kissed you right now." Completely shocked, Renjun nearly dropped his cup on the ground. "I'm drunk right now." you continued. "But, Renjun, I've liked you for over half a year." Renjun blinked and could only nod. You stepped forward and kissed him, your fingers tucked under his chin. Pulling away, Renjun blinked again, before breaking out into a grin that made your heart dip into your stomach.

Jeno: Your shaking hands made it more difficult to take the photo, so Jeno took your phone from you. Placing his cheek against yours, he held the phone up high, his still thumb hovering over the button. Seeing you smile, he pressed the button and took a picture. "What do you think?" he asked, holding it up for you to see. "I think we look cute." You were both drunk out of your minds, but you were the unstable one. The picture looked fine, but you weren't staring at that. Jeno's lips were inches away, the only sign that he had consumed alcohol at all was in the way he couldn't stop smiling. Jeno was always a happy drunk, which made it that much easier to simply kiss him. You and Jeno made out, only really moving away from each other when Jeno raised your phone up high again and took a picture of you kissing each other.

Haechan: "I want you to be my first kiss, Donghyuck." you said, staring at Haechan. He was just as drunk as you were, but you could hardly tell, since he was so relaxed. You, on the other hand, were struggling to keep calm. You thought he would immediately shut you down, but Haechan looked amused by your request. He came and sat in front of you, licking his lips and smirking with pleasure when he saw how you had responded. You were moving around where you sat, not knowing where to put your hands. "Close your eyes when I kiss you, I'm shy." he said. You closed your eyes. He closed his eyes, too, but you opened your eyes up and found his lips, delighting in the slight surprise jolt Haechan made with contact. "That's naughty." he said, between kisses. "I like it."

Jaemin: He was clingy when he was drunk, which was fine by you. You liked seeing that side of Jaemin, the one who didn't care what people around him thought, the one that looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world who understood him. Jaemin nuzzled his nose against yours, your body jerking back slightly as his top lip grazed yours. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Don't you want to kiss me?" You wanted to tell him that, of course, you did. There was never a time in your life when you hadn't wanted to kiss Na Jaemin. Rather than shy away, you stepped forward in your drunken bravado and kissed him right on the mouth. Jaemin grunted in approval as your hands found their way underneath his shirt, your fingertips scratching down the ridges of his abs.

YangYang: "You don't like me very much, do you?" YangYang asked. It was less of a question and more of an observation. Yet, you couldn't help but answer it, anyway. "I do like you." you said. You took a sip from your cup, realizing that the liquid was disappearing faster than you meant it to. YangYang flipped his empty cup upside down and fixed you with a look that, for some reason, made your blood boil. "I do like you." you said again, your eyes narrowing slightly. YangYang held out his arms and looked around, as if addressing a crowd, that a coward was in their midst. "Prove it." he said. You were astounded, unsure of what action to take. When all thoughts failed, you got up and walked to the other side of the table, plunking down beside YangYang. You kissed him, as if the kiss itself would explain that you liked him more than he thought. YangYang clapped, as you pulled away. "Maybe one more time," he said. "I didn't feel like you meant it."

Shotaro: He clicked his bottle of beer against yours and took a long drink, his eyes appraising you over the bottle. You never loved the taste of alcohol, especially beer, but you liked the feeling that wrapped itself around your body like a warm hug. Also, drinking with Shotaro was one of the few pleasures you enjoyed in life. "It's good." Shotaro said, looking at the label. His lips were glistening with beer and, feeling unlike yourself, you leaned in a little closer to watch a bubble of spit pop on his bottom lip. "Yeah." you said, not remembering what you were agreeing to. "Ro, you're really handsome." Shotaro smiled and broke out into laughter, his face lighting up. Watching you lean in closer, as if in a trance, his jolly expression was replaced with lust. You kissed him and he allowed it, letting out a moan as you bit down on his lip.

Sungchan: You walked up to him, closing your eyes tight, your throat practically bursting with the words you'd held in for months. "I really like you, and I think about kissing you all of the time. I don't know if it's because you're tall, funny or you have the sweetest smile. Or maybe it's because you're a good person and you care about others, but I think about kissing you all the time. I know I've said that twice now, but it's the truth. And I've had a little bit to drink, but I am not drunk." When you finished speaking, you opened your eyes to see Sungchan's shocked face. "I like you, too. "he said, quietly. Feeling like you were on a roll and couldn't stop, you marched right up to him, got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. You could feel Sungchan's lips wanting to smile, so you parted and let him smile big enough to make you swoon.

Chenle: Like they were a moving target, you zeroed in on his lips. Your eyes followed the way his lips were moving, and how his pearly white teeth would bare themselves, and you couldn't help smiling back. Chenle was talking to you, but you didn't hear a single thing he had to say. You kept your eyes on his soft, pink lips and leaned in to kiss him, your lips puckered and ready. Chenle was more clever than you and had time to pull away before you did something you might regret. "Maybe tomorrow." he said. "After you've had a nice nap and thought about it some more." You felt disappointed by the lack of his lips on yours, but Chenle's perfect smile attacked you some more, making you lose all thoughts about the failed kiss.

Jisung: You kissed him and the world started to spin a little faster, your heartbeat zooming around in your chest. Jisung touched his wet lips with his fingertips, a look of disbelief flashing across his handsome face. He looked at you, his eyes searching your eyes for answers, but you were busy smiling off into the distance. He screwed his face up in innocent confusion, before letting his mouth relax into a small smile that reclaimed your attention. "You just kissed me." he said. Slowly, his smile began to falter when he realized that you were very intoxicated, not sober, and you might not have meant it. "We shouldn't." he said, waving you away with his hand. " Let's just talk. I'll sit up with you until you fall asleep."

[thegrandlinesimp]

Takes place pre-series, I imagine Kid and Killer built the Victoria Punk themselves over the course of a few years while living with Doc. It was during those years they started dating, so anything marked as “pre-series” is set in those years. Kid barley has any experience sex wise, he kept going after people way too old for him (he didn’t want to be anyone's first experience when it was his cause it would just be two virgins fumbling around and he didn’t wanna make a fool of himself) before he turned 18 and Doc would shoo them away (man would sometimes appear out of nowhere and it’d freak Kid out), so all he knows is what he saw at the pleasure house his mother worked at and the things he and Killer have tried. I mean he’s heard about a few things, sure, but it’s not like people openly talked about gay sex on their island.

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: nothing, just good ol’ ass eating and anal sex

The tension in Kid’s muscles slowly bled out as Killer dug deeper into his back with the heel of his palm. The older man was straddling the back of his thighs, massaging out a deep knot in his lower back he’d gotten from overworking that day on the ship. The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement as - with every third or fourth movement of the blonde’s torso - he felt a clothed, steadily growing erection bump against his covered ass.

The redhead snorted, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“How so?” Killer asked way too nonchalantly to be a coincidence.

“Your dick says so,” Kid sniggered.

The older man froze, and Kid smirked, trying to save his frien- boyfriend some embarrassment by burying his face in the pillows he was laying on, shoulders shaking in repressed laughter.

It was still weird, up till three months ago he’d always seen Killer as ‘friend’, ‘boyfriend’ felt odd on his tongue when he said it, too soft and sweet. Maybe he’d come up with something different…

Significant other?

The cringing sensation in his chest told Kid to put that at the very bottom of the list.

“I…didn’t think you’d noticed,” Killer mumbled.

“Hard not to, with that monster you’re packing,” Kid chuckled, “so? Random boner, or something’s got you all worked up?”

“Just…thinking.”

Ohhh, this had to be good. Last time Killer was turned on from ‘just thinking’ Kid found his wrists tied to the headboard, his body near folded in half, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as the blonde plowed into him.

Fuck, now he was getting excited.

“Well?” If this was like last time, he’d have to pry it out of his lover.

…Eh, the spot above ‘significant other’ with that one, coy and sexy, but still a little cringy.

Shit, what else was there at this point?

“It’s…you might find it gross.”

“Oh, so it was ‘weird’ with the bondage and coming a bunch of times, but now it’s ‘gross’,” Kid was grinning from ear to ear by now, he turned his head so he was looking back at the masked blonde, “look, so long as all you do is come on me, I’m good.”

Killer seemed to straighten a little at that, “I…I wanna…well…eat you out…”

Kid’s mind went blank as he frowned, “I’m not a chick!”

“N-no,” blonde hair flopped from shoulder to shoulder as Killer shook his head, “I meant your, well…ass.”

He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, before saying with a shrug: “Eh, alright then.”

“Is…is that it?” Killer asked, “just…’eh’?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Kid huffed, glaring at him, “I mean, sure, it’s weird, but I thought the bondage thing was too and I fucking loved that. So I’m thinking, why not try it?”

As he’s been talking, Killer had taken his mask off and placed it on his side of the bed, Kid tried his best to not smirk at the deep blush the older man was sporting. Killer was quite easily flustered for a man with such perverted thoughts, though once he really got into it, a beast seemed to come out, primal and greedy.

He craved the feeling of that beast’s claws on him.

“O-okay,” Killer muttered, “so, um, just stay there like that.”

Obviously, Kid thought, as he shifted fully onto his front again with a slight roll of his eyes.

Honestly? He wasn’t expecting a lot out of this, he in no way thought it’d feel as good as Killer sucking him off. But it was rare for the blonde to bring up the things he liked to Kid, so he decided to indulge his…

Amour?

Kid snorted right as the hem of his boxers were grabbed.

“Something funny?”

“Nah,” Kid replied, grinning into the pillow under him, “just thinking of dumb stuff.”

“Of course you would at a time like this,” Killer huffed, dragging the redhead’s boxers down, climbing off of him as he did, “have you washed?”

Kid had the decency to lift his legs to help him, coil of excitement tightening once his half hard cock was freed, “Of course.”

“Good boy.”

He bit his lip, glaring down at his pillow, doubting he’d never not feel annoyed at how much those two words affected him.

“Tuck your legs in,” the older man tapped his thigh with two fingers to make a point.

He grumbled, but found it too difficult to defy Killer when he got bossy in bed, face heating up at that fact as he lifted his bare ass and pulled bent his knees to pull his legs beneath himself. It left him open, vulnerable, face burning as his other half grabbed a taunt asscheek and gave it a firm squeeze.

…Almost, it was missing something, something deeper.

“You look to good like this,” Killer murmured as he kneaded his ass with both hands, “all spread out and desperate for me.”

“F-fuck off,” Kid tried to snap back, but let out a shaky whine as a thumb brushed the edge of his hole.

“And still trying to be so defiant,” there was a chuckle, dark yet promising, “I love it.”

A second later Kid twitched as he felt hot air on his lower back, a coarse hand stroked his thigh as lips pressed to his tailbone.

“F-fucking, c’mon,” he grunted, face burning, “get on with it.”

There is was again, that dark laughter that Killer saved just for him, “So bossy, I thought I told you, Kid.”

The redhead yelped as teeth sank into his ass, hard, almost bucking back if it weren’t for a firm, steadying hand on his hip.

“Bossy brats don’t get what they want.”

Kid bit into the pillow beneath him, trying to at least muffle the whine he’d failed to swallow. Instead of snapping back, he swayed his hips, face heating with his heart racing in shame as Killer’s breath hitched.

“Good boy.”

He didn’t even to try to stop the moan from that one.

Again, Kid yelped as something warm and wet brushed just above his hole. It felt weirdly good, his half hard cock giving a throb of interest at the strangely pleasant sensation. The next was around his rim, his breath catching as this time he managed to stop himself from making any embarrassing noises. Fuck, they’d barely just started and he was already enjoying it. Kid couldn’t help but get a bit pissed at his body, but for what like felt the thousandth time since he’d started dating the blonde, he reminded himself of one key thing.

It was okay to submit, so long as it was Killer.

Slowly he stopped fighting how good it was feeling, letting low hums and gasps as Killer’s tongue dragged and pressed against his hole. His cock throbbed, swollen and rock hard, dripping precome as he rocked back without thinking. Hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him wider, lips pressed to his ass as Killer’s tongue poked at his loosened hole.

It felt odd, if he was being completely honest, a lot like the first time Killer had fucked him. Though that had been a full feeling, whereas this one he wanted to both squirm away from and press back against at the same time. It was good, though, the soft, wet drag around his rim make his dick twitch as he groaned, unable to do much but fist the sheets. The tongue pressed and pressed, before pushing in, making him gasp and tremble.

“F-fucking- holy-!”

The blonde chuckled at the sound of his voice cracking, the vibrations making him bite down again on the pillow, cock swinging as he bucked back. Kid gave a shaky groan as the tongue pulled out, only to keen as it roughly thrust back in. The motion was repeated, again and again and again, his eyelids fluttering shut as he moaned and cried out.

“K-Kil!”

With one hand he reached down to stroke his aching cock, but it wasn’t enough.

“God, fuck!” He moaned, biting at his pillow as he palmed himself in rough, quick strokes, “Fucking- dick, put your dick in me already!”

Killer pulled away, panting hot breaths against his spit soaked asshole, making him shiver.

“Say that again.”

Kid couldn’t give a damn that he’d never begged without the blonde telling him to, all he cared about was getting that long, thick cock in his ass, “You heard me, bastard, put your dick in my ass and fuck me till I pass out.”

Killer was already pouring lube onto his hand, “Only because you’ve been a good boy and asked for it.”

The redhead groaned, swaying his hips at the slick, clicking sounds of his companion stoking himself with his lubed hand.

Nearly, not quite, but close.

His breath hitched at the tip of the older man’s cock pressed into him, easily sinking after the last few months of near nonstop sex.

“Fuck,” Killer huffed as his hips bumped against Kid’s ass, “remember how you struggled to take me our first night?”

“F-fuck off,” Kid panted, already trying to rock back.

“Mmm, but I love it,” the redhead gasped as the other man pulled out and snapped his hips forward in one fluid movement, “means you’re moulded to the shape of my cock.”

His breath hitched and he groaned as Killer set a brutal pace, grinding perfectly against his prostate with each powerful thrust. He shoved his face into his pillow, shouting and moaning as the blonde effectively rode his ass.

Fingers gripped at his hair and gave a harsh tug, pulling his limp, fucked-out body up. His back was pressed to Killer’s chest, the blonde never losing rhythm as he manhandled Kid into the position he wanted. One hand held onto his hip as the other groped at his pale chest, fingertips finding a nipple and twisting it mercilessly.

“Fucking- oh, fuck!” Kid cried out as his sensitive chest was tugged and pinched.

His eyes rolled, hips bucking in the blonde’s iron hold as he trembled.

“K-Kil, gonna c-come!”

“Then come, but if you get it on the pillow you’re licking it up.”

The harsh growl in his ear, just knowing that Killer had his teeth clenched as he fucked wildly into his ass, was what did Kid in. He doubled over and near howled, cum splattering over the bed sheets, a few streaks landing on his pillow.

Killer chuckled, breathless, “Such a messy brat,” he shoved Kid down, making him gasp, before grabbing his hair again and forcing him look at the cum covered pillow, “now clean up.”

Kid whined, tongue dragging over the streaks of white on his pillow that were already soaking into the fabric. Killer hadn’t stopped fucking him, making his body rock and bounce as his over sensitive ass was pounded relentlessly, his sob riddled cries of pleasure nearly drowning out the sound of skin slapping on skin. He could feel the fat, hot tears run down his cheeks as his eyes - half shut in bliss - rolled.

“T-too m-mu-mu-“ Kid tried to get the two simple words out, but his body didn’t want to do much other than take anything and everything Killer was giving him.

Though the blonde seemed to understand, leaning over him so his hands were placed just beside his shoulders. Instead of long, powerful thrusts, the change in position forced Killer to give short, deep bucks. It was no less pleasurable, but the drop in intensity let Kid take a proper breath, sobs morphing back into broken cries and moans.

“Such a good boy,” that deep, baritone voice rasped in his ear, “g-gonna fill you up, want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kid gasped out, petering off as the blonde sat back up and ground into him.

His body trembled as Killer groaned, giving two final snapped thrusts before stilling, letting out a shaky gasp as he pumped the redhead full, cock pulsing as he grunted. Kid whined and rocked back, he could’ve sworn he’d come again, just faintly, too fucked out to really tell the difference between what his blissed out state and an actual orgasm felt like at this point.

“Good boy,” Killer murmured, rubbing his hip, “always so good for me, Kid.”

He mumbled something incoherent, shivering as the blonde pulled out of him.

A hand stroked up and down his back, that dark voice long gone as his partner spoke, “Shower, then cuddle?”

Kid gave a lopsided smile as a pair of strong arms helped him up, “Yeah.”

Partner.

He liked that one.

[tacticaldiary]

Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms. 

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her. 

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one. 

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room. 

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker. 

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning. 

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him. 

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror. 

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?” 

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course. 

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked. 

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his. 

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily. 

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut. 

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists. 

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt? 

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep. 

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears. 

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still. 

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then. 

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in. 

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice. 

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her. 

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath. 

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.” 

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology. 

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin. 

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through. 

Requests are open and Welcome. Thanks for reading!

[earlgreydream]

villain.

| draco malfoy x reader / theo nott x reader | smut | angst |

anon requested. smutty draco x y/n where they’ve been dating for months or years and draco cheated on her 

cw: infidelity, sadism, branding, non-consensual voyeurism (revenge)

a/n: this request was a lot, it was long, and it made me FEEL THINGS

The alcohol burned going down.

The bass echoed in your feet as music blared from speakers, sweaty bodies moving and grinding against one another, just mere feet away. You were disgusted by the scene before you.

Where was your lover?

“Y/N!” A drunk friend called your name.

An empty smile crossed your face. You tipped the glass back, swallowing the rest of its contents. You needed it.

“Have you seen him?” You called over the music, practically shouting in your friend’s ear.

“Seen whooo?” They giggled, fingers clutching the glittering material of your dress. It felt like nothing on your body, you felt naked.

“Draco!” You spat, shoving them off when they shook their head no.

Annoyance was all too familiar, wrapping around you like a well-known friend. Fuck.

You slithered through the party, your eyes darting everywhere, searching for a head of white-blonde hair. Your efforts proved futile.

“Are you looking for Draco?” Blaise’s dark hand caught yours, grabbing your attention.

“Yes!” Finally, some help.

“I saw him go off to his room,” he pointed to the hallway off of the common room.

Blaise’s eyes were full of terrible pity, and you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

No.

“Can I get you a drink?” He tried to stop you.

“No, get off of me.”

You pushed your way through dancing bodies and wandering hands of drunk boys. Your heels clicked on the black marble floors of the common room, drowned out by the music.

Your mind was far disconnected from your body, and you felt like something small amongst a crowd that suffocated you. Adrenaline kicked in, and you freed yourself from the teenagers, escaping hungry grasps.

Every step you took filled you with dread. It decayed your insides, poisoning your heart and your mind and weighing your feet down. Your ears were ringing, and you could barely hear the deafening music, or your friends calling for you to rejoin them on a couch nearby. Your lungs couldn’t properly draw in oxygen, and the edges of your mind began to prickle with delirium.

You were running on adrenaline.

You practically tripped over your own feet as you tore down the hall, halting as your fingers came into contact with a wooden door. Your fist closed around an iron handle, but doubt made you hesitate.

You had an instant where you considered turning around, going back to the party and forgetting about all of this. Ignoring the whispers of gossip, and silencing the rumors, pretending like this never happened. You could leave this doorway, leave and stay blissfully unaware before it was too late.

No.

Leaders don’t doubt themselves.

You’d made it this far, there was no sense to let your bravery falter now. You gripped the handle, twisting and throwing the door open. The action happened in an instant, and all at once, you couldn’t take it back.

Reality came crashing down on you.

Every fear you had suddenly became tangible. It was very real, unfolding in front of you, and you were powerless to stop it. Every ounce of doubt vanished from your mind, replaced with horrible certainty.

Your body froze. Ice shot down your spine, and spread through your skin in gripping tendrils. The adrenaline halted suddenly, and your heart stopped racing. Your mind snapped back to consciousness. Sharp, unforgiving sanity burst through you in one horrible, violent instant.

Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend of four years, was buried deep inside the cunt of Pansy Parkinson, your roommate and best friend.

Sick, deranged laughter rose in your throat and escaped from your lips.

The party still echoed under your feet, reminding you there were so many people close by. You wondered if they knew. You decided it didn’t matter, the only people who you would’ve believed it from were in front of you, fornicating in infidelity.

“Y/N!” Your name left Pansy in a scream.

At least she seemed ashamed, hurrying to pull the sheets— your sheets— to cover her breasts. Draco didn’t even have the decency to end his rough thrusts from behind, even as one of her hands went out to swat him away.

Cold, silver eyes glared back at you.

“Are you going to leave, or do you care to stay and watch?” Draco’s tone was impatient, dismissive.

His words tasted metallic, like blood and poison.

“Do you feel guilty?”

Draco mistook your tone for amusement. You didn’t cry, and you didn’t move. You didn’t even breathe. From his point of view, you just watched the situation unfold in eerie calmness.

Most girls would have screamed. Most girls would have sobbed and begged for validation, or run away at the very least.

You were not most girls. Draco knew you were something far worse.

You were dangerous and severe.

Your eyes glittered with something dark and terrible. It sent a shudder through him, and powerful doubt ripped all of the air from his lungs.

Do you feel guilty?

“No. I grew bored with you, I don’t regret this, Pansy’s a good fuck.” Draco’s voice masked his insecurity, but you saw directly through the cracking shell, staring directly at the truth.

Your gaze locked with Pansy’s. Her fear twisted in your own stomach, igniting your nerves like electricity. Draco’s movements faltered.

A terrible stillness settled over the room. For a moment, none of you moved, the ice inside of you spreading over everything.

In slytherin, you do what is necessary.

The voice echoed in the back of your mind, grounding you in your crumbling reality.

Do what is necessary.

A malicious idea crossed your mind with a depraved smile.

“I can be redeemed of boredom,” you said simply.

Your tone unnerved Draco. The stillness and certainty was suffocating. Every lingering doubt was annihilated, along with your trust and love for Draco and Pansy.

You didn’t expect the grief to feel so relieving.

The light caught the sparkles of your dress, glittering as the thin fabric moved on your body as you walked out the door. It slammed shut behind you, sealing the room shut with its sin inside.

“What have we done?” Pansy asked Draco.

Weak girls doubted themselves.

You were many things, but never weak. Your feet carried you back to the party. It was still in full, excited swing, as if horrible sins weren’t being committed, as if trust wasn’t being desecrated.

The depraved smile remained on your face.

You were freed from doubt, they were freed from lies. It was always easier to know who your enemies were, even when they were your lovers and your friends.

The cruelty glittering in your eyes, and the sick smile on your face confirmed to everyone that you knew. Blaise wouldn’t meet your gaze. He knew, and he’d led you to them.

“How long, Zabini?”

“A couple of months.” He shifted uneasily.

Your laughter struck fear in his heart. You were quickly coming to terms with your lover’s infidelity, and it ignited something inside of you.

Wrath tasted sweet on your lips, and you breathed it into your lungs like oxygen.

Blaise expected you to be hysterical, but this was far more calculated, far more dangerous.

There was one person left who was loyal to you, and he was leaning against a marble pillar, a glass of fire whiskey at his lips.

“Theo,” you approached the brunette, greeted with a smile and a sultry gaze.

“I need you.”

“Anything,” he answered with absolute sincerity.

“Draco is unfaithful, and I want to get revenge.”

Theo’s fingers slipped in yours, and he brought your hand to his lips. His dark gaze glittered with deviance, catching you as you tumbled.

“You’ve come to the right person.”

Draco was sickened. You attended classes with him, and took your usual seat beside him to eat in the great hall. As far as he could tell, nothing had changed. Blaise, and the few others who knew about his side habit, were uneasy with your reaction. All except for Theo.

Ever since you’d began dating Draco four years ago, he’d been terribly jealous of Theo. Whenever the brunette was around, Draco was openly affectionate with you, growing possessive and territorial. He didn’t imagine it would ever be used against him, but you could turn anything into a weapon.

You weren’t one to be underestimated.

The boys talked about an upcoming quidditch match, the Slytherin team being led by Malfoy. Theo calmly discussed strategy with him, as if he hadn’t sided with you in the betrayal. Draco was too trusting of the brunette. 

Your hand slid up Draco’s back, your fingers threading in the hair at the base of his neck. He forced himself not to flinch, keeping his voice even. A hand dropped to your thigh, and you sipped the drink in front of you. Your nails were sharp on Draco’s neck, a veiled threat that made his skin crawl. 

“I want to show you just how interesting I can be,” you whispered in his ear.

His silver gaze moved to you, watching as you stood and swung your legs over the bench. You cradled his hand in your face, giving him a cold smile before pressing a bitter kiss to his mouth. 

You left the great hall, descending into Draco’s prefect dorm. Eyes trailed after you as you moved through the common room with grace. Pansy watched you disappear into his bedroom, pain spreading through her chest. 

You changed into black lace and silk, leaning on the armoire as he entered. The heavy door shut behind him, and his hands went to his tie, tearing it from his body. His silver gaze admired your body, and he began to wonder why he’d chosen Pansy over you, realizing his mistake. 

“What is this?” Draco dared to ask. 

“Boredom can be cured, Malfoy. You may be willing to toss me aside, but you know that I’m a better match for you. I’m the pureblood your parents pray ends up in your bed.” You pointed out, and he swallowed, unable to argue.

“Let me seduce you,” your hands smoothed over the clean white shirt that adorned his fair chest. 

He watched you touch him, your fingers undoing buttons and pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, pulling on the tie of your robe.

You let him skim his filthy hand down your body, malice simmering inside of you. Your silk joined his clothes on the floor, and you led him to the bed, pushing him down on his back. You straddled his waist, settling down on his lap and lightly running your nails up his chest. 

You tasted poison on your tongue, and a vicious heat spread through your limbs.

Your hands slid up his arms, trapping his wrists at the headboard. Draco didn’t struggle as silk ties wrapped around his wrists, and you secured his hands to the wrought iron bars. Your sweet smile turned insidious, and icy fear paralyzed Draco. 

“Y/N-”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” You snapped, sliding off of his body like a viper. Your feet were on either side of his hips as you stood over the terrified blonde, and you considered kicking him in the ribs. He opened his mouth, but it fell shut with your dangerous look. 

You stepped off of the bed, and Draco thought you were going to leave him naked, tied to the bed. It didn’t matter, Pansy would be around in a few hours to free him. 

Draco’s fear heightened when you opened the door without dressing, his stomach dropping when another person entered the dorm. 

“Theo?” he croaked. 

His body jolted as the door slammed shut, the lock clicking in place and securing your privacy. Your venomous laughter rattled Draco’s spine, and you walked to the edge of the bed, standing before him. 

“Y/N, you need to let me go. Theo, untie me!” The panic in his voice fueled the fire of your wrath, and you smirked at how pathetic he looked. 

“I don’t need to do anything! I owe you nothing, you weak little bitch. Beg me.” 

He stared at you in disbelief, and Theo watched you. The room was buzzing with intense ferocity, your rage pouring off of you in waves and drowning everything in its path. 

You were going to get revenge, and it was going to be sweet. 

Draco’s will was strong, but it was no match for yours. Theo slid his tie off of his neck, but Draco was too focused on you to notice. You were entirely focused on emasculating Draco, determined to make him feel as pathetic and weak as you saw him. 

“Please untie me. I’ll do anything, I’ll break it off with Pansy, I’ll do whatever you want, but just untie me, please.” The desperation was clear in his voice, fear edging in his tone.

“No,” you answered coldly, and he jerked his wrists, the silk digging into his flawless skin. A frightened sigh escaped him, and he turned to Theo desperately. Theo tossed his own clothing aside, and Draco shook his head.

“No, no, Y/N, not with Theo!” Draco protested. 

You turned away from the blonde and pulled Theo against you, his tongue invading your mouth in a rough, forceful kiss. Draco yanked on the bonds, jealous fury burning through him as he watched Theo’s hands explore your body, grabbing and touching you in places that only he did. 

“You are going to lay there, helpless, weak, and pathetic. You are going to watch your best friend fuck me, and you’re going to stay tied up and powerless.”

A noise rose in Draco’s throat, and your hands gripped the sheets at the end of the mattress, bending over and facing Draco. The remaining lace was ripped from your body, and you shot Draco a sadistic smile. 

“You’re going to pay for this.”

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll force it shut.”

You stood up as Theo slammed you from behind, gripping the posts of the bed. Your fingers gripped the etched iron, and memories of having your wrists restrained on experimental nights came flooding back. 

Exhilarated screams left your lips, Theo filling in you in perfect ways, in ways Draco never could. 

“He’s so much better than you. You’ve been holding me back, Draco!”

Silver eyes were wet, delighting your cruelty. Your sharp laughter burned his ears, and his skin was raw from struggling. He watched the scene in front of him, knowing exactly how you felt, but Draco was weak enough to drown in it. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” he choked out as he watched Theo circle your clit in expert, practiced touches. Draco shook his head, watching his best friend, his teammate, and his partner come deep inside of you. He watched it drip down your thighs, your ecstatic, pornographic screams pounding in his head, echoing off of the walls as your own orgasm shattered through you. Theo shared your vengeful pleasure as he watched Draco fall apart. 

Your limbs were trembling as you stood up all the way, leaning back into Theo. You stared at Draco, furthering his shame and misery, twisting like a sickness in your chest. The poison of revenge was addicting, pumping through your veins like blood and filling your heart. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so-” 

You lunged at the boy, your fingers closing around his throat, kneeling on top of him like he was your prey. 

“Draco, I will never forgive you!” you hissed venomously.

Theo was gone, leaving the two of you alone, leaving no witness to whatever crime of passion you were about to commit. The thirst for blood was thick on your tongue, the hunger for revenge making you violent. 

Draco screamed as your wand burned letters into his skin in thick, black ink. You drew back, admiring your initials that were now branded onto the inside of his hip, left by your hatred. His chest heaved as he watched you in horror, making your lips curve into a sadistic smile. 

“I own you.”

You left him restrained, knowing someone would find him eventually as the door closed behind you. Your heart was racing, all of your nerves buzzing from the adrenaline. 

Leaders don’t doubt themselves. Do what is necessary.

Pansy walked past, and you grabbed her black hair, yanking her back against the wall, pinning her to the cold stone with your own body. 

“If you ever touch what is mine again, I’ll rip every pretty hair from your head, and I will have you begging for death!” You seethed, yanking hard on her locks, tearing a terrorized whimper from her. 

“Got it?”

“Yes!” 

You threw her down and spun on your heel, leaving her shaking. Her scream echoed through the common room when she found Draco, and a sinful smirk adorned your face. 

You found you had a taste for wrath, and a talent for violence.

[wooahaes]

craspedias

pairing: non-idol!mashiho x gn!reader

prompt: ... your boyfriend from here

word count: 0.9k

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: sweet angel. light of my life. also written + scheduled during bday stuff.

If there was one thing you knew about Mashiho, it was that he could be awful at hiding his excitement when it came to you.

That wasn’t to say he couldn’t keep a straight face: you’d seen him do it plenty of times, usually when it came to messing with his friends (you’d seen some of them beg him for food, resorting to whatever cute voices they could just to tease him). But he was usually expressive as he could be, and you always found it cute to see him practically bubbling with whatever emotion--whether that be the cute way he’d get scared during movie nights, or the cute way he’d grab your hand and bounce in place when playing claw machines because he’d managed to win something. You felt like you could always tell when he was excited to give you something he’d found--a small charm shaped like Snoopy that he bought an extra of just for you, or a cute pen in your favorite color--because he’d light up when he saw you, and immediately start searching his pockets or in the bag he carried. He always seemed to be openly enamored with you, from the day he asked you out to your first date to every single time he saw you on campus. Mashiho practically radiated love whenever he saw you, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you fall for him more each time. It was nice to know that you were so loved by someone, even if it resulted in both his friends and yours teasing you for how close the two of you were.

When you opened your door, he already had that excited glimmer as he held something behind his back. If you were honest, just seeing him was enough to brighten up that annoying stretch of endless assignments that preceded finals week. He greeted you casually enough, rocking on his heels as he listened to you talk for a moment. When you finally asked him what was up, he grew still as he blushed.

“I saw these and I thought of you,” he said, beaming at you and rivaling the sun with how warm he was.

But when he held out a small bundle of puffy, orange flower, you couldn’t mask the disappointment. 

He noticed it immediately, arm dropping slightly. “You don’t like them?”

Without saying a word, you pulled him into your apartment. Your roommate was out, and even if they were there, they didn’t mind Mashiho coming for surprise visits. You left him in your living room, heading over to your little kitchen area as he immediately started to straighten things up absentmindedly. He listened, flowers still held tightly in one hand, as you opened and closed your refrigerator.

“Mashi.” You whined, and when he looked up, you were holding a bundle of flowers identical to his own. “I was going to surprise you after your game tomorrow. I bought them this morning and did everything the florist told me to! This isn’t fair.”

Relief washed over him immediately, and he laughed softly as he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t scare me like that!” He mumbled against your skin, pressing kiss after kiss against your face, “I thought you hated them and that you’d hate me,” he pouted. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

He pressed more kisses onto your face, as if getting his own sense of retribution from the way you giggled and tried to break away from his grasp with another “Mashiii--” Before you managed to pull back just enough to see his cute smiling face. “I love them, and I love you. The florist said that they mean “you light up my world” and... I dunno,” you looked back down at the little round bulbs, “I wanted to tell you that. Besides,” you lightly smacked his shoulder, “I never get to buy you gifts. It’s my turn to give you something nice.”

With a small tilt of his head, he merely looked at you. “But... you already gave me your heart--” Only to stop, laughing as you smacked his arm again for going so cutely cheesy in response.

“What drama did you get that one from?!”

“I didn’t!” He caught your hand, abandoning the flowers on your couch. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. “You don’t have to give me anything. Just having you in my life is enough.”

You buried your face in his shirt. “You’re so mushy,” you said, muffled against his chest. You turned your face enough so he could hear you clearly, “I’m gonna buy you something so cute and surprise you tomorrow and then all your friends are gonna tease you because it’s gonna be really cute.” You pouted, pulling your hand free from his so that you could wrap your arms around him. “They’re gonna be so jealous.”

“They already are,” he hummed, rocking from side to side with you in his arms. “Because I’m dating you.”

You already knew that wasn’t true, because plenty of his friends weren’t single, but you said nothing and just buried your face back in his shirt. “Mushy Mashi,” you mumbled after a moment. “I love you,” you said, dragging out the you as much as you could.

With a gentle peck against your lips, he admired you for a moment before saying a soft, “I love you, too.”

[notsowrites]

Untitled Malex 3x09 Coda #1

I am not having a great morning, but it’s not anything to do with this, so I’ve been struggling to write even though the idea has been percolating in my mind since last night. I don’t know if I love this, but I love that we’re seeing Malex communicate and share fears, and really openly support one another.

Anyway, enjoy! <3

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Alex pushes open the front door, and takes a moment to stare at the pile of mail on the floor. Evidence of his own mistakes. The bag containing the food Michael had dropped off from the Crashdown to remind him to eat is up against the wall, and Alex sighs. Two days into this new relationship of theirs and Michael was already taking care of him, and here he had been the one to almost ruin it completely.

"Oh," Michael breathes out, coming up behind him and focusing on the same mess on the floor.

"It's fine, Guerin."

Michael shakes his head, already reaching down and picking up the old Crashdown bag, a new Crashdown bag in his other hand. "I'll clean this up. Why don't you go, uh, relax?"

Alex shakes his head. It isn't Michael's responsibility to clean up after him. "You don't have to-"

"Alex," Michael interrupts him, placing the bag down on the table and stepping into his space. Alex feels his hand on his face, and can't help but lean into it just a little. "I want to."

He relents, nodding his head and trying to ignore the mess, heading further down the hallway and into his bedroom. 

Two days ago everything had seemed better, like with letting Michael in on everything he knew about the Lockhart machine and the work he was doing at Deep Sky, he would be able to work safer and smarter. A good lie he'd told himself, in fact. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket with a text message from Eduardo. It's the photo from the security cameras outside Deep Sky, of Michael standing in perfect view, jacket held open, the words EDUARDO VALENTI I COME IN PEACE written in large black sharpie on his t-shirt. He'd seen the shirt earlier, once things had calmed down, the letters poking out from underneath Michael's jacket.

Michael had been so worried he'd walked up to the front door of Deep Sky for him, and demanded to be let inside.

A fresh wave of guilt washes over him thinking about the desperation Michael must have been feeling to make such a decision. They'd planned a date, they'd made the choice to go out together, to be seen together - and instead Alex had let himself get pulled into the issues that plagued the Lockhart machine, as if it was somehow more important.

Making the photo the contact picture for Michael in his phone is an no-brainer. Because maybe one day he'll be able to laugh about it, and not feel the guilt surrounding this. And he is entirely grateful that Michael did worry about him, because if he hadn't, if Michael hadn't stopped by for their date… 

Removing his prosthetic is a chore, his stump sore and aching for fresh air. He debates the merits of a hot bath, but knows that if he gets in, the only thing he'll want to do afterwards is go to sleep. And right now, he needs to also eat something. They'd stopped at the Crashdown quickly on their way back, Michael saying something about making sure Alex ate. He hadn't even realized the diner was closed for it's yearly fumigation until Michael pointed it out to him. As his stomach rumbles, reminding him, he changes into sweats and pulls on an old Air Force hoodie, before making his way out of the bedroom.

Michael is in the kitchen, standing at the stove flipping what looks like sandwiches on a hot pan. Alex stands just out of view, though he's surprised with his crutch Michael hasn't heard him, and just takes a moment. A moment to let himself appreciate Michael, for taking care of him, for caring about him. It's always been a fear of his, and one that his own hallucinations had reminded him of, that he'd never be enough, that he and Michael were destined to always have issues greater than the ability for them to be together. 

"I've never seen you cook before."

Michael spins on his heels, a smile on his face, and Alex pulls himself up into the stool at the counter so he can sit down, carefully leaning his crutch against the wall. "Wait until you taste it before you judge me."

Alex laughs, thinking of Maria telling him how good a cook Michael is, the surprise in her voice as she told him about the breakfast omelettes he'd made for her. It's nice that now though, he finally gets to see for himself, though he's never doubted Maria's assessment.

"What are you cooking?"

Michael turns back to the stove, and Alex watches as he checks to make sure nothing burns. "Hamdalorian and cheese sammies. Figured since you didn't eat the ones I left for you, you could try them now."

Alex ducks his head. He still feels awful, for all of it.

"I am sorry I ruined our date," he says, not for the first time tonight.

Everything was supposed to be different. They shouldn't be here, sitting in his kitchen, cleaning up after his mess. They should have been out in public, enjoying each other's company, and not dealing with the aftermath of Alex's own demons.

"I know," Michael replies, sliding a plate in front of him, and leaning against the counter next to him. "But hopefully we'll have lots of them in the future."

"Yeah?"

He tries to sound excited, he tries to sound sure of himself. But all today had done was confirm to him that there are still things he needs to work through, even with Michael by his side. It had helped to hear that Michael had been battling with some of the same fears about their future, about the weight of everything that had happened to them being too much. At least they were battling them together now.

"You know, Sanders called me out - about us," Michael says, and Alex feels him slip his hand in his own. The bandana is gone, even though Alex knows it had been there earlier today. "I called you a friend, and he uh, he sorta saw right through me."

"When was this?"

Michael's cheeks go pink, and he ducks his head before looking back up at Alex. "After the radio tower. He's been giving me shit about it since I asked him for advice."

Alex smiles, thinking of the metaphor Michael had shared earlier. He's happy that Michael has Sanders in his life, someone who knew his mother, to tell him what she was like.

He watches Michael push back from the counter just as takes a bite of his sandwich, looking around quickly.

"I know you probably want to be alone, and maybe sleep for a couple days, so I'm gonna head out."

Does he want that? Does he want Michael to leave? Now that he's here, in the house, in his space, Alex isn't sure he wants him to leave. He's always had issues with allowing people into his personal space, a fear that stayed at the forefront because of his father. But he's spent too much time alone with his thoughts the past two days. He doesn't need more alone time with them.

"Michael?" He calls out before Michael gets too far away, turning towards the hallway, and watching as Michael's curls pop back up around the corner.

"Yeah?"

"Would you stay?"

[jaeminscoffee]

Apologize | L. Hc

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Initial angst, smut

Word count- 5.54k

Warning(s)- thick skinned oc, ego problems, argument, Hyuck almost hit's Y/n, angry/rough yet slow sex, riding, orgasm control, stern and slight brat tamer!hyuck, overstimulation. Lmk if i missed out any.

Synopsis- Why do you have to apologize when clearly Lee Haechan is to be blamed too?

Awkward. 

That's how you'd coin the atmosphere around you and your boyfriend the past dating weeks.

Guilty.

That's how you'd felt ever since the day you'd decided to act out. For being a hypocrite and for being a pain in the ass. 

Embarrassed. 

That's how you'd felt after realising that you'd lashed out on him for no rational reason. For losing your temper at him hanging out with a female who'd coincidentally been your rival. She loved him, and god knows if she still does. 

Worried. 

You're anxious that your pettiness would drive him away from you to someone better, possibly the said rival and so you're worried. 

But would you want to play the saint's role and go apologize? No. 

You can't, not while knowing what his reaction would be. Knowing Lee Donghyuck, he'd get cocky. He'll do anything and everything in his power to indulge you in embarrassment. Guilt trip you a while later and demand you'd be a good girl from then forth. Why would you want to do that? Come to think of it, he's one to be in fault too. 

Knowing full well that you'd have a distaste towards Lena, Donghyuck should've known better than publicise the fact that he'd openly hung out with his girlfriend's rival. 

He owes you an apology too when you word it that way. 

Haechan's mood can be summarized in three words, confused, frustrated and disappointed. 

You are the only one glowing in his eyes and he made sure you'd know that. And for someone like him being treated with such disrespect, he was fuming. 

It's not that he intentionally went ahead and planned a hangout with Lena, it just so coincidentally happened that one of his groupmate's her boyfriend, so meeting her was inevitable and Haechan was more than ready to explain it to you, in a calm, civil manner. 

But you just won't listen. 

Not to mention the holiday you'd planned all over last week for a road trip with the gang now seems to be the last thing on his mind now when that was the same thing he'd been so hyped up about. 

You just had to spoil it all for him. 

That explains why Haechan's furiously throwing his clothes into the baggage in order to calm down before whatsoever he's about to face while planning out a strategy to talk things out with you before the trip. 

Surely, his ego's too big to apologize that quick but at the same time, he wasn't petty enough to spoil the atmosphere during the trip, the gang didn't deserve that.

And so with one last cloth thrown into his luggage, he seals the zip and grabs his car keys from the side table with a new-found determination to resolve the conflict before the traveling that's going to take place in three hours to four from now. 

Haechan's going to make it right and he'd make sure of it.

You weren't expecting Haechan's visit at the same time you aren't shocked that he's entered your private space with no prior notice, you'd given him the spare keys afterall. 

"Y/n, we need to talk" 

You hear him close behind you but you pay no mind, continuing to walk back and forth from your wardrobe to your bed, where your package lay spread out, folded in a neat manner and ready to be put inside the luggage you'd get along for your vacation later that evening. 

"Y/n, I said we need to talk." Haechan says with a lot more sternness than before, his voice octaves lower than his usual bubbly voice. 

"I think the talking can wait until later, Donghyuck." you reply with a flat tone, calling out his governmental name in order to irk him up.

"No it can't. Speak it out, love. Let's resolve this now" He reached out to hold your forearm to turn you around so that you're facing him, the look of distaste on your face adding up to his rotten mood. 

"What's there to talk about, Hyuck? I'd told you time and time again that i don't like you around her and what do you do? Go hang out with her! Oh to have a boyfriend who actually listens to you" you peel yourself away from him as though his touch disgusts you. 

It didn't. 

It's just the courage that you'd gathered up to make sure you'd ask for forgiveness on call before the trip was all thrown out of the window due to Haechan's surprise visit. With him in front of you right now, you could do nothing but blurt out the words coming up first without censoring it and you were aware of that. 

That Haechan's ready to put up a fight. 

"She just so happened to be in the group, Y/n i told you that a hundred times already" 

"And she just so happened to be the same person who'd been nothing but rude to me because you chose me over her, totally understandable" you reply in sarcasm. 

"What do you expect me to do then? Ask Sungchan not to bring her along?" He replied with the same venomous tone you carried, slowly growing tired of this pointless argument. 

"No, Haechan. I would've appreciated it if you'd come and told me yourself that she was there! I hate that I had to find it out from Jaemin who didn't even know I was kept in the dark from that information! That made me feel like I knew little to nothing about you!"

"You know that's not true, princess.." Haechan answered with a softer tone, feeling guilty at the fact that your voice had grown smaller and smaller with each passing word. 

"I do not know what's true at this point, Hyuck. I don't even know if you love me enough to let me what's going on in your life at this point."

"Don't cross the line, Y/n."

His voice goes back to the sternness it first carried as a warning. Getting mad at him for not informing you things is one but questioning his love was another. That's not a topic up for speaking. 

No one can question his feelings, which is so genuine that if a stranger were to walk past the couple you two make they'd know from the first look that Haechan's head over heels for you. He'd kill anyone for you, that's how much he loves you. 

"I'm crossing the line? Me? Are you sure, Donghyuck? Because from how I remember it, you did it the first time by hanging out with your girlfriend's enemy without her knowing! Do you even know what would've been my possible thought process at that time?" You ask furiously, 

Haechan was dubious to pose out an answer, so he just let you continue your rant. 

"Do you know how i felt when i saw the story you'd put up with her right next to you being all clingy? How I felt when you didn't pick up my calls or reply back to my texts when I tried reaching out for some sort of assurance that whatever you have with her is platonic and that you're still mine? How i felt when Jaemin was going on about how much she'd been laughing at all you were doing and how you'd enjoyed the reaction?" Your voice quivers the more you continue.

"The answer is no. You don't know anything so just, stop trying to spoil this trip for me and let's take a break. We need it." 

"Break?" Haechan inquires with extreme shock evident in his voice.

"Yes, a break. Maybe that'll help you realise who you actually have feelings for." 

"Y/n that is so uncalled for, you're making a mountain out of a molehill! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" You flinch at the sudden raise in his voice which had your knees buckle due to the loudness, which, for that matter, you'd heard only once before when you were being careless with dangerous kitchen tools. 

"This is a whole load of bullshit, doll. Do you not trust me enough?" Haechan nears you, his voice dropping low due to frustration, hurt, and disbelief. He'd never seen you be this petty before. 

You back away with each of his step forward, "Maybe I don't! Which is why i think i deserve a bre-"

"Come again?" He strides closer, his gaze growing darker, more stern, angry, with each step. In an utter furious state as you for starters, were questioning his feelings. And now had been questioning your trust for him. 

"I said I don't know if I trust you enough now, Haechan! I'm telling you i need a brea-" 

"Enough!" He took one last step and you'd had no space between you and him, with the wall behind you acting as a barrier to block you from escaping. 

The sudden act of force posed to your body by Haechan practically slamming you onto the wall made your back and the back of your head hurt from the impact, and a groan escapes your lips, but all the softness was long gone from Haechan's features as he didn't show any signs of inquiring if you're okay or not. 

No.

He seemed like he would murder you if you'd dare speak up now. You'd successfully pushed his last button. 

"You're being over dramatic, darling. One, don't act as though you've never hung out with the guys I'd specifically asked you not to. Two, yes, i hung out with her and so what? Was it a date? Was I the only one there alongside her? No. It was a group meeting that, for a matter of fact, I'd invited you to join but what did you do? You said you didn't want to tag along." 

"What's gotten into you, doll. You've never reacted this way before" Haechan reaches out to caress your cheeks, which made you flinch at the contrast of his actions, his words and his expression at that point of time. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You don't. Which resulted in him harshly grabbing your chin, tilting it up to see a slight quiver on your lips. 

"And speak up. You seemed to have a lot to question just a moment ago, what happened now?" See, this is exactly what you hated. That one way or the other, he'd have you cornered, feeling small with him clearly making it evident who has the upper hand. 

"Nothing, Haechan. Nothing happened. I did have a lot to question and i still do, don't think i'd get scared of you by you acting all barks and no bites. I still need a fucking break why don't you understa-!" 

The grip he had on your chin tightened, his other hand raised in reflex, hovering in the air as though it's ready to strike you any minute.

"Know your limits, Y/n. This is pointless and if you're still sane enough to be considered the Y/n i started dating then you'd know you're being irrational and it's starting to fuck me up." 

"And? You're going to hit me for that? You think i'm not the Y/n you started dating? You're no less than me, Donghyuck!" You try pushing at his shoulders in order to create space, that only makes Haechan drop his hands from your chin to your hands, pinning it to the walls, hard enough to prevent any movement. 

"I'm not going to hit you, doll. You know that." Haechan sighs.

"Do i? Do I really?" You're practically shaking part from fear, part from anxiousness and part from the fact that you know you're making things harder to settle down. 

"I'm telling you, it was nothing but a harmless hangout and I'm sorry for not letting you know, but..can we just move on? Forget this? This is so pointless." 

"Must be pointless enough for you, Hyuck. Not for me. I mean it when i say i need a fucking break or else I'll make shit even worse. I'm heading over to Jeno's, meet you at the campsite." You jerk yourself away from Haechan's vice grip. Giving him one last look with those broken eyes of yours, you head over to your luggage and grab it, before heading out of the door in a quick movement, preventing Haechan from even blurting out the first syllable of your name. 

When he hears the door slam all the way from the living room, he loses it. 

"Goddammit, why did you decide to act up now of all times."

You're actually happy the group is big enough to take two travel vehicles because you didn't bump into Haechan after that heated argument you had back at the apartment. 

You, Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jisung went out in one car while Renjun, Chenle, Shotaro Haechan and Sungchan followed close behind in the second vehicle. 

You'd almost completely forgotten about all that took place with the guys constantly cracking out jokes, lame one considering Jeno, Mark and Jisung's dynamic had been put together to make this really chaotic, pointless yet hilarious conversations. 

"No, dude literally. Sung has a point! Waffles literally are just pancakes with abs-Y/n stop giving me that look" Mark tries justifying. 

"Mark, you're making my head hurt please stop." Jeno lets out a sneer from the driver's seat while Jaemin, who's seated beside you, pats your head in pity. "I go through this all day every day, love. You'll get used to it eventually. If you don't, though, we'll plan a strategy to just lock Mark up in a freezer or something." 

"Seems like a plan to me" you shrug at Jaemin, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder as your neck had started to cramp from the funny positions you'd craned it in to get into a comfortable position. 

Jaemin welcomed you with a gleeful squeak, pulling you closer by snaking his hands between your body and the seat to wrap it around your waist which only made things more comfortable for you. 

A tiny nap before the actual escapade wouldn't hurt now, would it? 

"Guys! Chenle's on facetime! Say hiiii!" you hear Jisung say in a sing-song voice, but you did nothing to get up to greet the lad, instead snuggling closer to Jaemin when you felt his other hand come up to your head and thread through the tresses. You let out a sound of appreciation which made Jaemin's chest rumble from the chuckle he'd let out. 

"Oh man! I wanted to show Y/n this cool beetle we caught." 

Haechan, already sour from the incidents prior, had been uncharacteristically quiet. When inquired about he'd say "Ah, i didn't sleep at all last night so I'm feeling a little blue". The boys had granted him permission to just recharge and sit back while they made the road trip spicy. 

Obviously, Chenle wanted to show off to his best friend that he could still be the life of the party with or without Jisung's presence and so decided to facetime the guy. 

Curiosity strikes Haechan at the sound of the younger's idea and sits up straight in order to look into Chenle's screen while still making sure he is out of the frame. 

"Y/n's asleep?" Renjun inquires from Chenle's other side, peeping into whatever's being displayed on the screen. The image of you all cuddled up with Jaemin filling it up. 

Haechan could do nothing about it, other than fume silently in anger while the guys coo at your cuteness, "You need to wake her up soon though, we're 5 minutes away from the cabins," Sungchan says from the driver's seat. 

"I'll just carry her out, I'm pretty sure I'll be sent to the depths of tartarus if I woke up this sleeping beauty. " Jaemin hushes with a lopsided grin and Haechan well, seemed like he'd rupture any moment. 

Hypocrite. 

You'd woken up minutes before reaching the destination due to the rocky ride. 

Jeno had decided to derail at the last minute, exclaiming he'd found a shortcut to the place when in all reality, it was a longer route. You weren't complaining though.

The view change definitely helped you calm your wits, almost as though you never were in a bad mood so you'd decided to leave that behind for your city life and just decided to go with the flow of nature from this point forward.

And you'd only silently hoped your boyfriend would've been doing the same.

"You okay, princess?" you snap your head to look at Jaemin who'd broken you out of your trance. "Yeah, why'd you ask?" you reply, smiling at him. 

"You seemed a little lost..?" he states almost as though questioning himself whether they're the right choice of words. "Oh? I guess I'm just in awe of the view, it's ethereal" you look out of the window once again, Jaemin following you suit. 

"You're in awe of the view when you get to see yourself in the mirror everyday? Wow." Jaemin smiles at you with a teasing glint evident on his face. 

"Yo if Haechan would've been here you'd be spitting out your death rights" Jeno voices out with a chuckle. "Nah, Y/n would stop him from murdering me, I've got free will" Jaemin replies, shooting you a wink. 

You smile at their tactics with a shake of your head and just hope to spread this same joy to Haechan, and apologize, and get it over with, just like how he'd wanted. You're thankful to have this time off from him, the boys helping you unknowing of your fight with Haechan.

You're going to make this right. 

Sungchan and team reached first a few minutes away from the campsite near to where the cabins were located, oblivious to the fact that you guys had derailed. 

Haechan hadn't spoken a word ever since he saw his girlfriend all over his best friend, much to Renjun's dismay. 

Renjun didn't bother inquiring though, no matter how enthralled he'd been, he kept quiet to himself because from the looks of Haechan's face, there is a high chance that his neck would be snapped if he tried talking to the lad. 

Haechan still didn't utter a word even while helping unload the trunk as he'd not want to come of as a useless ticking time bomb so he decided to power work and lend an extra hand, also being the first to stomp his way towards the cabin he'd be sharing with you, mindful to not lock it incase you'd arrive. 

Oh now you owe him an apology, alright. 

You'd reached not that long after the first group of guys. 

You were a little disappointed that the pretty motions of the trees flying past you had come to a static. But nevertheless, content at the sight of nature all surrounding you.

You make your way towards the cabin you'd be residing in after the guys constantly insisting that they do not need your help and that you deserve to rest up. 

You open the door without thinking much, a smile of bliss apparent on your face only for it to morph into a petrified look at the sudden moment of you being pulled into the room and the door aggressively being slammed shut. "Ah!" 

"Did you have fun?" You open your eyes to see Haechan, a little too intimidating for you to keep an eye contact, talk to you with a smirk on his face. 

"I asked did you have fun, doll face, i need my answer to that" his other hand comes up to your cheeks, caressing it just like how he'd done this morning, this time, with much more softness that before which had a sick feeling boil up at the pit of your stomach. 

"H-huh?" you question, genuinely confused on what he's talking about. 

"Was it fun having full attention of your boyfriend's best friend? Was it fun throwing yourself completely at him? Hm?" His gaze darkens, scaring you a little, "Haechan what are you on-"

"Save it. Strip." 

Haechan orders while walking away towards the bed after making sure he'd shut the bolt tight to prevent anyone from barging in. 

He seats himself down dead in the middle of the bed, waiting for you to comply with a raise of his eyebrows. "Hyuck, let's talk this-" 

"Talking things out with you had never been an option, love. I need to show you who's in charge here all over again. So, be quick, strip before i do it myself." His voice carried a threatening tone to it, which stopped from rebelling against his words, knowing you'd just be digging your own grave then. 

You slowly reach out to the buttons of your shirt with trembling hands, unbuttoning them one after the other at your own pace which seemed to slow for Haechan. "Faster. Leave the skirt on." 

Haechan puts out his next order, leaning forward to rest his elbows over his knees, his eyes following the moment of your hands which were now tugging your shirt away from your body. 

"Oh, Y/n..You were all over Jaemin, your body flush against his when you'd worn no fucking bra inside the shirt?" oh no.. 

"Drop to your knees."

"Hyuck, listen to-"

"I'd not talk if i were you, darling. Do not fucking speak unless spoken to or you're just going to make things worse for yourself. Drop." He said with a lot more sternness and venom, the tone in his voice almost making it seem like he's disgusted with your entire being. 

Oh how the tables have turned. 

You do as he said and drop to your knees, not caring of the fact of how your knees scrape against the wooden tiles. "Crawl up to me." 

You don't fight it, your entire being wanting to shrink and just disintegrate into dust from all the embarrassment you're being put through which, weirdly, only added to the growing arousal between your legs. 

You slowly crawl up to him, not too slowly, being mindful not to piss him off any further. The uncomfortable feeling on your knees and the stickiness gathering on your panties were given a blind eye as your main goal remained to not tick Haechan off anymore. 

"Good girl.. So you can follow orders when asked to, huh?" you somehow managed to make out that he wasn't really posing the question at you so you decide to stay silent, eyes on his shoes and your hands on your knees. 

If you were to describe the look Haechan carried the exact moment with you kneeled down in front of him, you'd describe it as one that the hunter carries while his prey falls right into his trap. You felt small. 

"Look at me, doll" He leans forward further as you silently look up at him. 

A fond smile makes its way onto Haechan's features at your subtle innocence. He reaches out to grip your chin in a firm yet soft grip, tilting your head further up. "How pretty.." 

His palm engulfs your entire face as you lean into his warmth, forgetting ever so slightly about the grave trouble you'd gotten yourself in. His fingers trail up the side of your face, the thumb soothing your lips. A firm press following right after in a silent order, you comply. 

You open your mouth a little wide for Haechan to slip his digits in, which he does. You raise your gaze higher to look at him before wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking it as though your life depends on it. 

"It's a pity I have to ruin you so that you'd know just how bad you've been." he growls, pulling you up with a sharp tug of your chin as you lift yourself off the ground and onto Haechan's lap while he crashes his lips on yours. 

You let out a whimper as the rushed kiss you two share, your hands finding home at Haechan's shoulder to keep yourself anchored, only for him to grab both your hands and lock it behind your back with his own. 

The kiss is messy, very sloppy, rushed and anyone crazy enough to be watching it would know who has the upper hand as Haechan lowers his lips to your jaw, scattering red-purple marks all over. His free hand goes up to your hair, brushing the strands out of the way in a very contrasting manber from his roughness at your jaw. 

He makes a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and yanks it back hard enough to expose more of the neck as you let out a sound of pain. "Haechan, slow down p-.. Please" you whine out 

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, love." He bites particularly hard at your soft spot, making you bite down hard on your lips to stop any extremely loud, pornographic sounds from escaping your throat.

Haechan wasn't having any of that bullshit. 

With a swift move, you're under him. Your panties are long thrown somewhere behind your boyfriend, your skirt still in place but lifted up to your torso to expose your glistening flower to him. 

You felt helpless. 

All exposed to him, all worked up from just a short make out, eyes blown out from pleasure and neediness. You must've looked pathetic in his eyes.

"Please.." you beg for nothing in particular, just getting the sudden feeling to be Haechan's good little girl else he would snatch away all your source of pleasure with just a blink of his eyes. 

"Hm? Please what, darling?" His fingers graze over your wetness, letting out a smug 'tsk' as your essence spread all over his fingers. 

"Pl-please!" you choke out and the feeling of his warmness touching you where you needed him the most, slightly embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from a little manhandling from his end. 

"Go further than just a mere please, Y/n. Or is it that you're already too far gone to say shit that's coherent?" he thumbs at your clit with all the wetness that's collected. 

"Good. I like you just like that. Dumb, needy and an obedient little girl. Will you be nice throughout your punishment and not make it harder for the both of us, love?" 

You moan out in reply when you feel a slender finger of his slip into your hole with ease. "Yes! Yes, I'll be good, just please.." you whine in submission. "Please don't stop.." you become breathless pretty quick. 

"Oh I won't, doll face. Don't worry about that." Haechan states as though he has something planned for you, which is part true. But he also wouldn't dare stop as he watches your expressions morph into a state of bliss. 

"Haechan..!" you jolt when he inserts a second finger, picking up speed, which pulled you dangerously close to your first high. 

"Oh my? Cumming already? I thought you were better than this, babe" He talks as though he isn't just drilling his digits into your wetness. 

The adding of pressure on your clit was the last string to topple you over to the edge, your hips lifting high off the bed, eyes screwed shut as you indulge yourself in pleasure, only for you to choke out a cry when you feel Haechan throw a hand over your hip, pinning to the bed, his head now between your legs, lapping out the last bits of your orgasm. 

"Hyuck, wait! I'm sensitive!" you reach out to place your hand on top of his head, not sure whether you want to pull him closed or tug his head away. 

You feel his lips form a smirk, his free hands moving down to insert digits in you while his tongue worked magic on your clit.

"That's the point, darling. Now stay put or I'll make sure you come more than just twice."

You pull yourself out of your dilemma and tug him closer, hearing him mumble out a "good girl" against your clit. 

There's something so sinful about the squelching sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you, the way he laps at your clit, making sure to slurp all your essence up which had the knot tighten at the bottom of your stomach once again. "Close again?"

"Uh-huh!" you let out in a screechy voice that would've had you cringing if you weren't so far gone into pleasure. You hear a growl from below you, the last anchor being left off the hook. 

"Good, let go for me." 

And you oblige. You twitch in overstimulation as Haechan slurps up your essence all over again, leaving you drained, tired and twitching beneath him. 

Haechan pulls himself up once he's satisfied enough, his chin glistening, a lopsided grin present on his face, "Taste yourself for me" He mutters quickly before clashing his lips onto yours while he keeps himself hoisted with one hand, the other working on removing his jeans. 

He shifts your position again after quickly making a move of discarding his shirt across the room, leaving him to be as bare as you.

Haechan pulls you up, making you sit up as he watches you basically drool over his shaft, his smirk only growing wider with pride. "Hungry for more, babe?"

You nod enthusiastically, not trusting your voice. And you thank the lords as Haechan didn't force you to speak up this time, "Then you have to work for it, darling. Go ahead, ride me." 

You waste no time and get to work, shocking both yourself and the lad at your tireless nature as you pump him a few times before aligning his member along your entrance, you don't plan on going slow as you just sit yourself down, engulfing him completely inside you, earning a satisfied groan from Haechan. 

Haechan brings his hands to rest them upon your hips as you slowly lift yourself up once again, reaching out to hold his shoulder for support before easing down, you feel his thighs twitch underneath you. 

"Oh love, you're amazing" Haechan praises you as you bounce to keep the motion going, picking up the pace to make him feel better as his fingers dig into your sides. 

"Hyuck.."

You soon grow tired though, your legs giving out from tiredness, causing you to slow down, "Hyuck, i can't.. I-i'm tired" you almost let out a sob. 

"Aw my, my poor baby.. Too bad, i can't help you here, love. Work for the pleasure, work to please me, come on, don't disappoint me all over again, doll" 

You let out an actual cry out of desperation, using the last bit of strength you could muster up to keep the action going, gasps and breaths of exasperation leaving you with each bounce. 

The look of complete submission, wanting to please him and determination made Haechan growl as he feels you clenching around his members, making him unintentionally buck his hips up to meet your hips in the middle, earning a yelp from you. 

"Haechan, I'm close..pl-please" you cry out louder with each of yours and Haechan's hip moment, the melanin of his skin covered in sweat, glistening in the dimly lit cabin, his face morphed into that of utter bliss and the sinful sounds he let out makes you grow frantic.

"I can feel it, darling. I can feel it. I'm close too. Let go for me" 

You cum with a loud cry, as your actions seize up completely to help you calm down. You jump when you feel his palm come in contact with your ass, 

"I asked you to cum, baby. Not to stop. Keep moving just a little bit more, I'm almost there" He growls at you, both his hands finding refuge on your ass. 

"I can't, I really can't! Hyuck,-" You cry out real cries, fresh tears falling out, 

"Move." Haechan commands paying no attention to your pleas. After all, this is your punishment. 

You bounce up slowly again, your entire lower body protesting in pain, as you sob, working up the heat beneath once again. 

The sight Haechan got pulled him ridiculously close to his high, your hair disheveled, tears running down your face, sobs leaving your throat as you try your hardest to keep moving. 

Haechan wanted you to come one last time.. 

So the moment he felt himself twitch inside you, he removes one hand from your bottom and brings it to rub your clit in rapid motions. You're sensitivity getting the best of you as you drop down on him completely with a cry loud enough you're pretty sure the others heard you. 

You both end together, with a loud growl escaping Haechans throat as he lazily thrusts up to ride his high out, immediately stomping when he hears your cries and how you've shut your legs tightly close

"It's okay, it's over, baby, you did so well.." he's quick to pull you into a warming embrace, cooing at you, wiping your tears away. 

He doesn't speak up for a while, humming soft tunes to calm you down. 

"Hyuck.. Listen I'm sorry-" you start with a hoarse voice.

"Shh, no. You don't have to apologize for anything, just rest up, hm? I'll wake you up before dinner"