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FSR Rambles 7 days

Have you considered I've gone mad.

Wacky perhaps?

It's the gay ass forest scene bitches and my long winded thoughts.

WELCOME TO MY GAMER PAD. SORRY FOR THE MESS I JUST GET SO TILTED AT THE TOWERS.

Shadow Link calling VIO weird is so funny to me. Just casual spying. Nothing weird. Noticing every tiny detail about him...Nothing weird.

Shadow related to Vio and that's why he went for him over any of the others. XD

Let's go down the list shall we?~

Red's too much of a crybaby to even consider humoring not suitable for the darkness too much of a wuss. Sorry Red we're thinking with Shadow's logic here, also Red's a big baby.

Blue's too much of an arrogant hot head and I imagine Shadow would assume they'd butt heads too much to work with cleanly. Also, Shadow would be in range to be smacked with a hammer and that sounds unpleasant. Though I do think Blue would be a close second considering he could have his anger pointed at the other 3... Shadow could be like "Oh you know, the other 3 are just too...combative with your greatness"

Green's too much of a goody too shoes. Also I love the vibe we all get that he kinda HATES Green. X'D

(This is like, a prevalent idea in the fandom and I find it hysterical despite me ya know...Shipping Green x Vio x Shadow X'D Shadow tries to get along with everybody more in FSR though)

That leaves the quiet angsty one that already seems to be having doubts going through similar emotional struggles as Shadow Link.

Which one would YOU pick? X'D The choice is obvious.

I brought this up on the actual comic post but I'll bring it up again: I also think the timing for them being split up is very...Sus on Shadow's part. Like, I think Shadow split them up to talk to Vio alone and get the other 3 in parrel imo. And waited till Vio was tired from fighting through the forest to confront him. Everyone else's scenes take place during the day, Vio's is at night. Considering Shadow's the one who presumably used magic to split them up and swiped Red's sword right off his back we know the dude is following em around.

Just a set up page. leads into the next scene. There's not a lot special to say about it. Vio recognizes "Oh shit this isn't right" right away.

I like the last 2 panels of Shadow just waiting for Vio cause he's in control of the situation.

Dark Link finally says something of substance. About himself anyways.

So far he's only been repeating people's insecurities back at them, you'd be forgiven for assuming that he doesn't HAVE a character of his own. Nope he does. XD

He reveals he's sneaking through Shadow's memories which is something he's surprised he can do. Shadow's previous assumption that the curse doesn't affect him at all is wrong considering this information...Or perhaps Dark Link can just comb through anyone's insecurities. We'll see...

We get a panel of what Shadow looks like in the headspace. He has the scar on his chest visible lol. FSR Shadow has a scar from the Four Sword blast he takes in the manga's events. Because angst that's why. Also Vio and Shadow are together, but this was mainly done to show they were together in the real world. Dark Link isn't directly talking to Shadow here like he did with Vio and Green. He's just watching. Menacingly!!!!

Dark Link thinks of Shadow Link as a "Traitor" to his "Master" Vaati.

Conformation he is FOR SURE working for Vaati and not just and extension of Vaati.

He not so slyly mentions he'd rather read with and hug Vio than work...showing a weird urge to be close to the four sword wielders. Which is amusing considering the hug he gave Vio earlier ended in Dark Link strangling him and his hug with Green wasn't very pleasant for Green.

He also whines he doesn't wanna work at all. Realizing he should pay more attention to the flashback lol.

So he's for sure odd.

He really likes hugs and wants to have fun with the Four Swords gang, even though eh doesn't care for how THEY feel during his "Fun".

His body language suggests he's just relaxing and amused.

We don't get a lot to work with for him as of now.

Somebody described him as "pining" in this scene and I find that fucking hilarious so I'd thought I'd mention it. I've drawn him a shit ton with swift violets dude is down bad for Vio. X'D

Back to Vidow- X'D

Shadow further relates to Vio's feelings of being alone and Vio notices his mistake. I've mentioned before but DAMN does he look SAD in the pages where Shadow talks to him: Cause like again. He's not talking bad about Vio at least not directly.

He's insulting the other 3 and gassing Vio up as better but Vio's inability to fit in with HIMSELF really hurts and someone like SHADOW of all people being able to see right through that has to hurt even more.

Anyways I've brought this up again a million times but I find it interesting Shadow doesn't do the typical "Join us" speech of

"You're worthless without the darkness" Rather he says more along the lines of

"You're already great, join the darkness because you're wasting your greatness with those losers"

Like maybe this is normal (The pool of media I engage with is rather small.) but I'm so used to villains telling heroes how shit they are to their face rather than pumping them up. It's a very interesting approach and following Shadow's character later through the manga this is just another reason why I think he was being genuine to some degree when he approached Vio.

I'd go with it was pure manipulation: If Shadow didn't continue to blow smoke up Vio's ass through the rest of their time together. X'D Like if it was "Oh I told you how great you are now I'm gonna shit talk you to show you I'm better" but nah, he like, just keeps being nice lmfao.

We see him snap when Vio lifts the sword up when it shines brightly but I see that as a fear response rather than him like actually mad or trying to put Vio down, he comes off as more anxious than angry to me in that scene? Because he repeats Vio's on their side and when Vio affirms he IS he calms right the fuck back down. Gave him a mini heart attack Vio lol.

Anyways back to what's going on in FSR:

The realization "Oh shit I let my guard down around him" is also a mortifying thought. Like think of how CLOSE Vio LET Shadow get to him. He didn't push him off in the English anyways he just weakly tells Shadow to let go of him. He has a sword, right in his hand lmao. Bro could have like, took an actual swing or smth He points his sword at him but that wasn't a genuine attempt to hit him. but the second Shadow KNEW he wouldn't After he pushed the sword away in the most gay way possible he just kept getting closer and closer and VIO LET HIM.

LIKE.

BRO.

HELLO?

DO SOMETHING?

Nah. Shadow's words make him DROP HIS WEAPON.

The urge to fight Shadow off completely lost. Dude lowkey just gave up.

Benefit of the doubt here for Vio: Fighting Shadow in the woods is a bad idea because Vio is weakened from fighting monsters all day, he's alone They got their asses beat at Hyrule castle with one swing of his sword and there was four of them, but letting him get close is ALSO a bad idea. X'D

Shadow's in a good mood and maybe Vio just didn't wanna piss him off Counter argument, he draws his sword in the first place Shadow could have flew into a rage over just that but this bitch is dangerous Vio, and he STILL drops his guard lol. I just find how Vio handled the woods scene very interesting it really shows the weaknesses he has.

Haha so I've made 2 super gay continuations of this scene but this is a more serious take on it.

Vio's PANICING because the terror is setting in and Shadow keeps pushing.

And then he says it, the thing!

"Wouldn't it just be easier to kill me"

AND YEAH VIO YA GOT A GOOD POINT. WHY DIDN'T HE?

I've already pointed this out: but the very idea Shadow wants to befriend one rather than outright killing all four is very interesting.

He wants a friend so bad it's sad.

None of the Hinoxes or vaati's minions are like, beings he could consider "Friends" Which is sad. Vaati and Ganon aren't his friends. One's his boss and another is a guy who bosses him around lmfao. And in FSR is an abusive dad figure

Rather: Befriending an enemy is an easier option than trusting/befriending his own team. Like ouch. We KNOW from the manga he outright states Vio's the first person he can trust. He doesn't feel he can trust Vaati or Ganon which is just OUCH.

Further: The recruitment plan requires SO MUCH MORE EFFORT than just killing Vio while he's vulnerable which Vio brings up here.

Shadow slyly mocks this notion bringing up just how heartless that'd be. Comparing them all the further.

Interesting thing to note:

Shadow also doesn't outright kill the knights and would rather make them "A big happy family in the dark world" which is interesting. Shadow's avoidance to outright kill people is probs just to keep the rating like, ya know. Not T or M but still interesting from a CHARACTER angle. The only people he outright tries to kill are the four Links. X'D

Another option: Shadow is no stranger to kidnapping. He could have just kidnapped one of them. Would that work as long as befriending one genuinely? No, probably not. Befriending one is a more "Permanent" solution unless you hide the kidnapped one somewhere they can't escape or be found. And then we loop around to "Why not just kill them?"

AU where Shadow Kidnaps Vio and they have a beauty and the beast style romance where-

Here's another stream of thought: Why bother coming to Vio AT ALL if he already has Red's sword? Which we know at this point he does. HE HAS A TRUMP CARD? if they can't get the sword back because their journey IS TIME BASED: They lose.

Why does he go for the risky option of converting one of them to the darkness at all?

And if you STILL aren't convinced this is weird ass hell Okay here's ANOTHER idea I just came up with on the fly while writing this: Steal Vio's sword too. The one Vio points right at his fucking face and he could like...yank away. Shadow doesn't even have to kill him himself if he leaves Vio defenseless in the woods.

Like here's smth as a writer I'm not sure how often regular viewers even consider: Alternate choices.

"Character A COULD have done this...but they CHOSE to do this instead" What they DON'T do says just as much as what they DO, and I'll go further into that with ANOTHER choice that makes no sense to me.

And I'm not complaining about the writing by the way I LOVE how this specifically makes no sense because it leaves the door opening to asking "WHY". And we're ignoring the explanation of "Because x has to happen for plot reasons" because we ask "IN THE BOUNDERIES OF THE STORY WHY!?" because that's more fun than "Well he can't just kill Vio because then Vio would be dead and the story would be over" okay but that's not FUN to ask/fun as a response??? What kind of soulless unfun monster do you have to be to accept that as your reality? X'D

AND WHY ARE YOU READING THE SEVENTH INSTALLMENT OF ME OVER ANALYSING THIS BOOK WHILE RANTING ABOUT MY OWN OVER ANALYZED CHOICES MAKING A FAN SEQUEL IF YOU FEEL THAT WAY LMFAO.

Anyways like have you realized just how ODD Shadow's choice to befriend Vio is yet? Like because the manga plays it off as "Oh well it just happened" We don't get to sink in just how WEIRD it is I feel??? Like ALL the reasons why brain thinks "Holy shit that's fruity" because LIKE- I'VE LAYED EM ALL OUT RIGHT THERE IT MAKES NO SENSE TO DO THIS PLAN UNLESS HE'S JUST LIKE- IN LOVE WITH HIM??? None of Shadow's choices around Vio are rational and it's hysterical.

One of my absolutely favorite lines from this update is "Have you forgotten? I'm the hero! I'm here to save you!"

Because on some level Shadow WOULD think he's saving one of them from a horrible fate being merciful and kind to one of them. If he truly wanted to befriend one. Bro is 100% legit here while being kinda mocking towards Vio's assumptions about him. Emphasizing "he just wants to help".

Vio's utterly flabbergasted/horrified face was fun. There's no thought bubble so it really leaves you to wonder what's going through his head from those words.

The "I GOT HIM! I ACTUALLY GOT HIM!" face is so hilarious to me. Like- He's so fucking giddy here it's hysterical.

Smth to point out particular to FSR Vio: Vio's tugging on Shadow here is a nod to him doing that in the library when he wordlessly wants Shadow to come closer.

I imagine Vio has a hard time talking verbally about what he wants. And he's not even too sure WHAT he wants here. He just wants to feel better.

Smth about FSR Vio specifically is he kinda just wants someone else to do the thinking for once, but feels obligated to think anyway. X'D

He's at the point of "Somebody just help me" but can't put that to words.

His smile tones down into a much more....Pleasant one. He's genuinely happy Vio's coming along lol. Friend acquired.

Shadow awards Vio with the high honor of: Keeping his sword.

Back with my insanity to speak on why as Shadow Link, THIS MAKES NO SENSE TO DO.

I find interesting that Shadow implicitly trusts Vio with smth that he SHOWS himself to be anxious about Vio keeping might I add once again...Like he let Vio keep his sword seemingly despite better judgment. If he took it along with Red's, Vio/the four sword gang would be fucked without it.

Here's my thoughts on why Shadow would let Vio keep his sword: Shadow is TRYING to show Vio he's an equal.

Because let's think of it in story land perspective: Vio only uses his sword in 2 scenes that are like RELIVANT before Shadow tries to burn Vio and takes the sword anyway: *The one where his sword glows (If they're already hanging out with Red's sword in Vaati's pad this could have been kept in imo) *Where he fights Green

It'd be easy to write around Shadow letting him keep his sword.

"Surrender your sword to lord vaati to prove your devotion" or smth.

But nah. he's just allowed to keep it for whatever reason.

Shadow always could have just given him a different sword and confiscated the Four Sword but was like: Nope, you get to keep it.

Like again: This choice is odd no matter how you slice it so it makes me think Shadow wanted to show he sees Vio as an equal by letting him keep the weapon that could be used against them.

Or perhaps: It's short sightedness: "Well we have Red's sword so yours is kinda useless" I'm up for either interpretation really. (If you haven't noticed, I'm open to a LOT of angles from FS because I'm not SUPER narrow in my analysis.

Unlike some people who need to lighten up lmfao. Good god I've seen some people seemingly act defensive about FSR specific ideas...And I can't tell if they're just talking ABOUT me/FSR but like: Bro I'm so open to alt ideas as long as somebody isn't a dick. And you'd know that if you read these, FSR is SPECIFICALLY about the choices and ideas I've decided make the most sense/the most fun route to go down because unlike a lot of people I hold the idea of "If it isn't outright stated it's not cannon" so ANYTHING outside of the author's written page ISN'T CANNON. Literally I never claim any of my rambles are cannon do I think some things are true? Hell yeah, but they aren't conformed at the end of the day lmfao but I'm an artists and I can draw what I want so I got the power to make shit real in it's own way. They're inspections of the cannon and interpretations. I can never be Akira Himikawa and the translators who translated their work to english. I question their choices ALL THE DAMN TIME I can't even get close to fully getting inside their heads. (It's been SO LONG since they made this manga I doubt they remember every single dialogue/expression choice they made and WHY.)

Even the English translation's cannon-ness is up for fucking debate in my eyes, FSR is SO out of the realm of cannon/cannon adjacent it's hysterical. Because my ideas aren't "The one true right and correct ones" they're not even close. Nobody's are. ONLY AKIRA'S ARE BECAUSE THEY MADE IT. Apart of why FSR is so wonky is because it's going off the wonky Viz translation NOT THE OG Japanese! (I'd love to translate FSR into Japanese at some point, but as I've stated in the past it'd be based on the Japanese manga so wording/some things would outright be different lmfao)

Why are some people such freaks about this? X'D I don't engage with FS media that I find butchers the characters but I don't like to rant about it for the most part because getting mad at someone else's interpretation is kinda goofy considering how open the source material IS. Gatekeepy fandom culture is weird. Enough said.

This goes back to my: Link is as fluid as a Vocaloid.

and the "you will never make something as close to the OG as the author would" arguments.

And sometimes even AUTHORS butcher sequels by seemingly forgetting their own characters. (Akira is not an example of this but still)

Anyways back to the page:

Vio's just kinda broken on auto piolet at this point, thoughtlessly thanking Shadow for picking up his sword and walking as Shadow drags him along. Shadow's basically SKIPPING with delight at this revelation.

He "saved "one. And now they can both be true heroes! :D How nice how fun! Vio joined the party!~

I will mention Shadow's so wrapped up in how happy he is he's kinda neglecting how Vio feels about the situation. At least right away.

Shadow's excited to immediately get him into the loop. Shadow's biggest character trait in scenes with Vio imo is his naivety.

Vio's bamboozled at his own actions. Reflecting. It's like he's watching from a 3rd person perspective as he's making shitty choices. X'D

"Crap why AM i going with him????"

Like he realizes in real time he's not doing anything to stop Shadow, he didn't in the moment and now here we are.

And then "This was hopeless from the start huh?" coming to grips with his situation, deciding going with Shadow is for the best for now but not as his ally as nobodies ally. He's alone.

Shadow makes an effort to soothe Vio's anxieties. In his own way of course. He just assumes Vio's got butterflies lmao.

Pushing down Vaati not so casually. XD

Vio starts to pretend outright here. Making his choice that he and Shadow aren't pals.

Vio knows what he's doing right now is cruel but decides it's what he "Needs" to do.

Haha sounds like our Vio.

He realizes he just doesn't go about things the way Link would, or how the rest would.

He also dampens his expectations. He doesn't know the other's situations. So he assumes they're all fucking dead and he can't rely on them lmao. He really feels alone. Cutting himself off when he realizes the very idea they could be alive is an optimistic idea considering he knows ONE of them doesn't have their sword from Shadow's sly remark.

Diving into head cannons again: Feel like he'd be more worried if he knew for sure in this moment it was Red. X'D Cause like: I combed through the manga awhile back, Vio seems to have the best relationship with Red out of all of them? When I was seeking for "moments where Vio was touched by someone else other than Shadow" I noticed he pats Red lovingly on the head and is the one to save Red from getting crushed by the eye monster. We don't get like, VERBAL interactions from them but from the context clues I'd say Vio got along with Red the most.

Vio ended up in the most direct danger in the woods, Link waltzed into the pyramid Shadow didn't put him in there so that doesn't count. X'D I'd say Blue was in the 2nd most dangerous position considering the elements could kill his ass.

Vio's going off his own experience here on if he thinks the others are okay.

"I am surrounded by idiots" taken to the extreme.

"but even if I'm the only one here I'll still do what needs to be done"

Real Mikasa's speech after losing Arin from the Struggle for Trost arc vibes I realize. X'D

False confidence at best and lying.

He dampens his own desires just to do what needs to be done. His devotion to Zelda more important. Saving Zelda all that matters.

I really wanna dive into Vio's relationship with Zelda. (Feel like it'll be more prominent in the stories AFTER FSR's main story if we get that far sadly agh.)

#FSR rambles

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peanut-tyrug · 4 days

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Superstar Saga AU: Long Live the Wicked

Chapter 4: All in at Joke’s End

The Bros. And Prince Peasley begin their next bout in Joke’s End… until a sudden and unexpected visitor comes along. A plan to defeat Cackletta is finally coming underway.

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Most characters/ideas featured in this story belong to Nintendo and AlphaDream. I don’t take credit for Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga, or the aforementioned characters/ideas within it.

I would like to thank my co-writer, Luigiman64, for assisting me with character writing/characterization, keeping things consistent and accurate to the game , and coming up with ideas for this project.

— Joke’s End —

The Mario Bros. and Prince Peasley stand before their next foes, Fawful and the Koopalings… only three of them, for most were missing.

“Foolish Prince of beans!” Fawful chastises, referring to Prince Peasley. “You are weak and unarmed like a sandwich that is only made out of the bread of your doom!”

“I may not have my sword, but I can still fight!” Says Prince Peasley. “We will defeat you!”

“Then Fawful will let you commence the attacking first!” Says Fawful.

The Bros. turn to the Prince, and begin to ponder their options... just as Prince Peasley scurries away and snags an icicle.

“You call me defenseless, do you?” Prince Peasley asks. “Well, now I have a defense!”

Prince Peasley holds his icicle forward toward Fawful and his troupe. The villains scoff at the Prince’s pathetic attempt at trying to make a comeback.

“You have patheticness!” Says Fawful.

“Try me, fiend!” Says Prince Peasley.

The Prince lunges forward toward Lemmy and repeatedly picks at him with the icicle. Despite him no longer wielding his sword, he was just as agile as he always was. His attacks can’t be beat.

Prince Peasley moves back, and Lemmy scowls. “Hey! That hurt!” Says Lemmy.

“Hah!” Prince Peasley bellows. “How is that for defenseless? Ah heh heh heh!”

“Your attacks are flat like a paper sheet that is bland and flimsy!” Says Fawful.

The Bros. then initiate another Bros. Attack… Chopper Bros., they called it. Mario swings his hammer directly across Fawful’s face.

“Gah! I have fury!” Says Fawful. “Minions! It is time for the attacking of the fink-rats!”

“You’re quick, but I’m quicker! Lemmy quips. “You’ll never get me!”

The small Koopaling reaches for his wand, and holds it up. At his left, right, and front, clones of him appear. They all spin in varying directions, however the effort to disorient the trio seems to fall flat.

“It’s the one up front!” Says Prince Peasley.

The Bros. then initiate another Bros. Attack. Prince Peasley watches in silent awe as he gazes upon the chain reaction of Super Bounce Bros. as the Bros. land directly onto Lemmy’s head.

Lemmy falls to the floor, dizzy. He holds onto his head. “…Ow… my head feels funny…”

“I have fury!” Fawful suddenly exclaims. “Fink-rats! You will not have the beatings of Fawful again!”

“So you losers wanna show your moves too, huh?” Roy questions. “Well, get ready for a smackdown! Bahaha!!”

Roy reels back, and begins shooting fireballs from his maw. Each one hits the Bros., and they dodge with precision, either jumping or using their hammers. The last fireball aims for Prince Peasley, and instinctively, he holds his icicle up in defense.

The fireball hits the icicle, causing it to dissipate… but Prince Peasley quickly notices that the icicle has completely melted. He quickly scurries away for a moment and snags another one.

“Ah… ahem,” Prince Peasley stammers. “Maybe I will stick to evading.”

The Bros., without Prince Peasley looking, initiate another Bros. Attack, aiming directly for Roy. Luigi makes Mario tiny with his hammer and smacks him in the Koopaling’s direction.

Roy quickly becomes disoriented, and holds onto his aching head. “…Stupid punks…”

“Nnrrgh-GACK!!” Fawful exclaims. “You minions have uselessness!”

“…Insolent cretins…” Says Ludwig. He then turns to the Bros. and Prince. “Let’s see you handle me, insects! I’m going all out! It’s Ludwig Time, baby! Bwahaha!!”

Ludwig brings out his wand, prompting a slo of magic to appear. He brings his wand up into the air, and a large ball of pure magic hovers above the trio.

With a flick of the Koopaling’s wand, more magic shoots for the heroes. Each of them dodge, even Prince Peasley. Rather than use the icicle though, he jumps.

The large magic orb then hangs just above the Bros. Prince Peasley, without much of a defense, scoots backward. He leaves the Bros. to handle the orb… since he couldn’t.

The Bros. then smack the magic orb back at Fawful and his troupe. The impact of the orb leaves them all winded, and momentarily knocks them out.

Joke’s End is then filled with a deafening silence. The Bros. and Prince slowly move toward the enemies before them… as they all suddenly come to.

“…Owie…” Says Lemmy.

“…Ugh… what happened?” Roy questions.

“…And what were we doing?” Ludwig asks.

The Koopalings all get up to their feet and group up, and then turn back to see Fawful still laying on the ground, still winded but slowly getting up.

…The Koopalings are then suddenly filled with rage.

“YOU!” Roy exclaims. “You’re the stupid punk who attacked us!”

“And brainwashed us!” Says Lemmy.

“What have you done with Lord Bowser, insect?” Ludwig asks.

“NOOOO!!” Fawful exclaims. “Fawful will not embrace the defeating! You fink-rats WILL soon drown in your mustard of doom!”

“Give up, lackey!” Says Prince Peasley. “You have fallen!”

“I HAVE FURY!!!” Says Fawful. “Fawful will defeat you fink-rats! You will soon eat back the defeatings you have forced-fed Fawful! FAWFUL WILL BE SUPREME LIKE A KING THAT IS GRAND AND SPARKLING!!”

“Hey! You down there!” Suddenly yells a bellowing voice. “STOP FIGHTING!!!”

…Everyone suddenly comes to a pause. They all turn back and look upward to where the voice had come from. Everyone but Prince Peasley seems to recognize the voice.

Lemmy gasps. “It’s him!”

“Lord Bowser!” Roy announces.

From the clouds above Joke’s End, various silhouettes blurred and clear begin to appear. The most obvious shadow being that of a flying ball… the Clown Car.

The Clown Car is the first to exit the clouds. Within the Clown Car, the minions’ leader, Bowser, sat. And at Bowser’s side was a tied up Popple…

Bowser’s Clown Car descends onto the icy floor of Joke’s End. The Koopa King leaps from the Clown Car and stomps toward Fawful, completely ignoring the Bros. and Prince Peasley.

Bowser was practically fuming as he approached Fawful, smoke flowing out from the edges of his mouth.

“GWAAAAARGH!!” Bowser roars. “You got a lot of nerve, you little punk!”

“Fawful has the nerve that would have brought you your defeating!” Says Fawful. “The defeating that Fawful will never have!”

The Bros. and Prince are all suddenly confused… so much had happened. What was Bowser doing here? Wasn’t he with that thief? Why was the thief tied up in the Clown Car? …So many questions…

Mario then jumps upward, alerting Bowser, who turns back to face the red plumber.

“MARIO!!” Bowser exclaims. “What have you been doing!?”

“I believe we must ask the same.” Says Prince Peasley.

“I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU!!” Bowser yells.

As Bowser scowls at Prince Peasley, another small set of minions appear. The four minions; a Goomba, Koopa Troopa, Boo, and Shy Guy all had small flags on their heads.

The flagged Goomba gasps. “Mario!” He exclaims. “I’ll take care of them, Lord Bowser!” He then tries to rush forward, before being stopped.

“Captains! Stop!” Bowser declares. “Can’t you see what I’m doing?”

Captain Goomba then moves back, ashamed. “…Forgive me, Lord Bowser.”

Bowser then turns back to Mario. “…What’ve you been doing, plumber?”

Mario explains everything to Bowser… all the fights they’ve had, places they’ve been, people they’ve met… and asks Bowser the same thing. Just what on Earth was he doing here?

Bowser takes a step back, trying to put his thoughts into words. “…We’re still in an alliance, so I’ll just tell ya all of it. Your ears better be clear!”

—

— Chucklehuck Woods, after Popple and Rookie’s rematch with the Bros… —

It had been hours, and the Prince was still nowhere to be found… he was either still lost in the woods or he fled somewhere else.

Popple and Rookie, but mostly Popple, began to care less and less about the Prince… making the Shadow Thief finally snap.

“Bah!” Popple exclaims. “That palooka Prince ain’t here anymore, see?”

“….But we haven’t looked everywhere, boss.” Says Rookie.

Popple is completely gobsmacked, turning to Rookie with wide eyes. “What!? These woods are huge, see? There ain’t any point in looking anymore, see? We can always find that green thing on our own terms.”

“…Yeah! We don’t need him!” Says Rookie.

“Now ya see what I’m gettin' at!” Says Popple. “I’ve gotta base in Teehee Valley, so how about we just mosey on down there, and come up with a plot ourselves, see?”

“…What’s a Teehee Valley, boss?” Rookie asks.

Popple looks to Rookie, confused… was he not from here? Not like he really knew a lot of people anyway, though. He ignores the question and gives off a smile. “I’ll show ya, Rookie. Follow my lead, see?”

“Sure thing, boss!” Rookie obliges.

The two set off to approach the edge of Chucklehuck Woods, which thankfully lead to Teehee Valley… they’d likely be there by morning, giving them all the time they needed to plan.

—

— Teehee Valley —

Popple and Rookie roam through the dry and hot desert that was Teehee Valley. The sand was never ending, and was crushed underneath the duos’ feet. The lands were covered with cacti and fossils… and Popple resided here? In this blazing heat?

Despite the heat, the two kept on… although, Rookie was starting to get tired.

“…I’m tired, boss.” Says Rookie. “How far is your base?”

“Ah, somewhere at the deserts edge, see?” Says Popple. “You’ll make it.”

“But my legs hurt, boss…” Says Rookie. “Red and Green must’ve gotten me too good… I can’t go any further…”

Rookie then falls forward onto his stomach, tired and winded. He remains barely conscious as he lays there. Popple looks back, and becomes slightly concerned.

“Rookie!” Says Popple. “Come on, get up, ya big lug!”

“…I can’t, boss…” Says Rookie, voice dry.

Popple pauses, considering his options… he then groans and pulls out his burlap sack. He digs through it, and pulls out a Mushroom he had stolen from a market.

“Here. Take this, see?” Says Popple. He then opens up Rookie’s maw and places the Mushroom in his mouth.

Rookie closes his maw, and eats the Mushroom in one bite. He seems to become more conscious, and slowly rises to his feet.

“Thanks, boss.” Says Rookie.

“Don’t mention it.” Says Popple. “Now, come on, see? Let’s keep goin'.”

The pair only progresses a bit further, before a voice suddenly stops them in their tracks.

“Lord Bowser!” The voice exclaims. “We’ve found you!”

Out from a fair distance ahead, a whole troupe of strangers appears. At the front was a group of four; a Goomba, Koopa Troopa, Boo, and Shy Guy. The four all bore a red flag on their heads. Behind the flagged minions was another group of four, each baring spiky shells and wands.

“Who’re you palookas?” Popple asks. “Rookie ain’t got business with ya, see?”

The Goomba is immediately appalled at Popple’s words. He gasps. “How dare you!?” He says. “That’s Lord Bowser! King of the Koopas!”

“…King of the hoo-has?” Popple asks… he didn’t know much about anything that wasn’t some treasure.

“Do you live under a rock!?” The Goomba asks. “…No, stay on track… Lord Bowser! Shall we, your minions, take care of this fellow here? Take him as prisoner?”

“…Huh? What are you on about?” Rookie asks. “Who’s Bowser?”

“…Y-you are, Lord Bowser!” Says the Goomba. “Don’t you remember? All of us are here! Even the Koopalings! …We don’t know where Roy, Ludwig, and Lemmy are though…”

Both Popple and Rookie look extremely confused. What were these people on about? Koopalings? Minions?

“Cut the blabberin', see?” Says Popple. “I already said Rookie ain’t got business with ya! Scram!”

As Popple looks on to the strangers, he spots that the four shelled children behind the Goomba all had wands of their own… he’s immediately intrigued.

“…Actually,” Popple begins. “I think you shelled palookas back there got something I want.”

…The shelled children, or Koopalings, seemed to know what he was after.

“Get away from my wand, half pint!” The glasses-wearing Koopaling, Iggy, demanded.

“GUY TOUCH WAND, MORTON PUNCH!” Says the big-mouthed Koopaling, Morton.

“Ah, c’mon!” Says Popple. “I ain’t gonna do nothing, see?”

Popple pauses for a moment… before suddenly charging toward the Koopaling with a bow on her head.

“Eugh!” The bow-wearing Koopaling, Wendy, exclaims. “Get away from me, ugly!”

Popple is shoved away by Wendy. He lands on the ground back first, and almost immediately gets back up to his feet.

“You mess with one Koopaling, you mess with all of us!” Says the blue-haired Koopaling, Larry.

“Nobody messes with Lord Bowser’s minions!” Says the flagged Goomba.

“Ah, so you wanna tussle, see?” Popple asks. “Well, we’ll give you a tussle, see? Let’s show ‘em what we got, Rookie!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Says Rookie.

The marvelous duo swiftly notice how offended the flagged Goomba appears after he hears those words come from Rookie’s mouth. He then shakes it off… and another battle begins.

“Time for you to get royally clobbered! Bahaha!!” Iggy declares. “Give us back Lord Bowser, thief!”

Iggy then spins, practically a tornado. He spins over to Popple and Rookie, and the thieving pair keep their eyes on him. They both quickly become dizzy and disoriented, not prepared for any other attack.

“Get 'em, Larry! Bahaha!!” Says Iggy.

“For Lord Bowser!” Says Larry. He then pulls out a tennis racket, and unveils a fireball from his maw.

Larry hits the fireballs with the racket, shooting the pair with blazing fire. The duo scowls as their behinds are quickly set ablaze… although, Popple’s taking the worst of it.

“EE-YOUCH!! Hey!” Popple exclaims. “We weren’t ready, see?”

“You aren’t SUPPOSED to be ready!” Says Larry.

Rookie then slowly gets up to his bottom, rubbing his behind to soothe the burning… he seemed as if he wasn’t in immense pain like Popple was, for his behind still stung.

“…You good, Rookie?” Popple questions, confused.

“I’m alright, boss! It’s just a scratch!” Says Rookie. “…My heads feeling funny though…”

The flagged Goomba gasps. “Our attacks are jogging his memory! He’s gotta remember something now!” He says. “Keep attacking! …Even if we’re hitting Lord Bowser, it’s all worth it, right?”

“…I’m surprised I didn’t need to tell you that…” Says the flagged Shy Guy. He then turns to Rookie. “Lord Bowser! Whether you’re hungry or not, have a turnip!”

The Shy Guy then readies a load of turnips, and throws them to Rookie in complete succession. All of the hit Rookie, bonking him directly on the head. He then readies one large turnip, and chucks it to Rookie.

Rookie then falls to his behind, dazed. “…Ow… stop! You’re not helping my headache!”

“Get up, Rookie!” Says Popple. “I’ll land a hit on 'em, see?”

As he looks up, he only sees seven Minions… weren’t there eight?

“Hey, where’d that ghostly fella go?” Popple asks himself.

Just as Popple finishes his sentence, he feels something hit his back. He is leapt into the air before falling back down on his feet.

“Hey!” Popple exclaims. “What’s the big idea!?”

“Give us back Lord Bowser, thief!” Says the flagged Boo, who has now reappeared beside the Minions. “He’s our boss! Our King! Not some rookie!”

“Enough with the 'Lord Bowser' junk, see?” Popple demands. “Let me show ya what real 'Lord' can do!”

Popple then pulls out a burlap bag and digs through it. With a large and cheeky grin on his face, he begins throwing hammers at the Minions. Just as the hammers edge to the Minions, the flagged Koopa Troopa stands before the group, and takes the hits.

As Popple ceases his hammer throwing, he stares at the Koopa Troopa with wide and confused eyes… how could anything take a blow like that?

“You may hit me bit by bit,” Says the Koopa Troopa. “But you will never land a proper hit!”

…The air goes silent… and the wind softly blows. The tension around everyone seems to have suddenly faded.

“…That rhyme stinks, see?” Says Popple, breaking the silence.

Just as Popple finishes his sentence, two rounds of rings appear around the pair. The rings close in, hitting and damaging them both.

“HA!” Wendy bellows. “You better learn to pay attention next time, thief!”

Popple and Rookie slowly get to their feet, dazed. Popple turns to Rookie, giving an angry and fierce glare.

“Rookie!” Says Popple. “Come on! Hit 'em while we’ve got the chance, see?”

Popple then notices how… confused Rookie looked. He appeared as if he was having some epiphany or enigma… like he was slowly recognizing something…

“Rookie!” Popple calls. “What’s up with ya!?”

“…I don’t know, boss.” Says Rookie. “I feel weird… my head feels weird… I can’t think right…”

“Well, ya better think right now, see?” Popple demands. “We’re sittin' ducks!”

“He’s starting to remember!” Says the flagged Goomba. “Come on, everyone! Keep at it!”

Just after those words slip from the Goomba’s mouth, Morton suddenly dashes toward Popple, becoming a blur to the other Minions.

“THIEF TAKE LORD BOWSER! MORTON TAKE BACK!!” Morton exclaims.

Morton brings Popple down to the floor. Popple only lays there as he is suddenly hit by shock waves sent from Morton constantly stomping up and down.

“Rookie! ROOKIE!!” Popple exclaims. “I’m gettin' pummeled over here! HEEELP MEEE!!”

Rookie only stood in his spot, and acted like he blotted out everything and everyone. To him, his surroundings were nonexistent… he was so confused…

As the Minions look on to Rookie, the flagged Goomba seems to have an epiphany.

Their attacks were getting to him, sure… but they’d be here for hours on end, trying to jog their master’s memories back. It would take time that none of the Minions actually had.

The Goomba then puts on a poker face… he reels back slightly, readying his tiny and stubby legs… and rushes toward Rookie like a pint-sized truck.

“Lord Bowser!!” The Goomba exclaims. “I’LL SAVE YOUUU!!!”

The Goomba then bonks Rookie directly on the head with ferocious force. The Goomba bounces off Rookie’s head and lands to the sandy ground with a small thud.

Rookie only stands still, stunned. He was blank not in just his face, but also his eyes… as if everything was suddenly coming back to him.

…Plumbers that wore red and green. A beautiful mushroom Princess, whom he wanted oh-so badly. Breaking into the Princess’ castle only to find her crying. Learning that her voice was stolen. Making an alliance… it had hit him like a truck.

He was no rookie for some lowly thief… and he never was.

Rookie growled, smoke trailing from the edges of his maw. Everyone, including Popple and Morton, looked on at the display as the large shelled Koopa reeled back and suddenly took on a triumphant pose.

“GWWAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!!!” The shelled beast roared.

Out from the beast’s maw came an entourage of fire. The fire rose into the sky far above Teehee Valley, and slowly fizzled away.

“I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER NOW!!” The beast exclaimed. “I. AM. BOWSER!!! KING OF THE KOOPAS!!!”

The Minions all suddenly cheer… all while Popple remained completely awestruck, yet horribly confused.

“Lord Bowser! Lord Bowser!” The Boo cheered. “You’re back!”

Bowser lets out a hearty laugh. “I don’t know what I was doing before, but I don’t care!” Says Bowser. “I remember now! I AM BOWSER THE KING!!! You Minions really have some use after all!”

“It’s Captain Goomba you must thank, Lord Bowser!” Says the Koopa Troopa. “For it was he that gave you your reminder!”

Bowser then raises a brow at the Minions, and turns to his side. He spots Captain Goomba, innocently looking up to the Koopa King.

“…Really? A Goomba?” Asks Bowser.

“Yeah!” Says Larry. “He bonked you right your head!”

“It was pretty courageous… especially for a Goomba.” Says Wendy, mumbling that last part to herself.

“I’m surprised he did it all… such is the way of a loyal Minion, I guess.” The Shy Guy says to himself.

Bowser continues to look on at the Goomba, before straightening himself. “Bwahaha!!” He laughs. “I should promote you, Captain Goomba!”

Captain Goomba immediately seems to become teary eyed. He tries to suck up the tears before his King, and proudly looks away. “…T-thank you, Lord Bowser.”

Bowser nods, and turns away from the Goomba, giving an affirming glare to the Minions. “Now that I remember, where did those plumbers go!? And where’s Roy, Ludwig, and Lemmy?”

“I’ve recruited Minions to help find them, Lord Bowser!” Says Captain Goomba. “…But we don’t know where the missing Koopalings are… or the plumbers.”

The air is silent… before a Lakitu suddenly appears.

“Lord Bowser!” Says the Lakitu. “The Mario Bros. AND the Koopa Cruiser have been spotted in Joke’s End! The missing Koopalings are with some green guy…”

“Great, Lakitu! We can just go over to this 'Joke’s End' place and…” Bowser pauses. “Wait, what did the green guy look like?”

“There were two of them, Lord Bowser.” Says the Lakitu. “One with sparkly hair… and another had some kind of gear on his head…”

“…'Gear on his head?'” Bowser questions. He then taps his foot in thought… and his eyes suddenly widen.

…The guy that destroyed the Koopa Cruiser and caused them all to crashed… he had gear on his head…

Bowser growls, before letting out another mighty roar. “GWRAWR!! The stupid green guy has the missing Koopalings!? …Ohh, when I get my hands on that overgrown weed…”

“Ah, excuse me?” Popple asks from afar. “I still don’t know what a Koopa is, see?”

Everyone turns to the right, seeing Popple still laying on the ground. Bowser walks up to him, fury in his eyes.

“I’M a Koopa, short-stack!” Says Bowser. “…And you got a lotta guts if you think I’m some rookie.” He says with a growl.

“You’ve always been my rookie, Rookie!” Says Popple. “Cut the games, see?”

“I’LL CUT YOUR GAME WHEN I—!” Bowser exclaims; before stopping, taking a deep breath, and calming himself. “…You’re a pain in the neck, you know that? Maybe I’ll just throw you in the Castle dungeon or something…”

Popple recoils at the thought of being put in the slammer. He gets on his knees and begins to plead. “Ah, c’mon, Rookie— AH! I mean, Bowser! LORD Bowser, I mean!” He says. “I gave ya that Mushroom before, see? I helped ya! A-AND!! I helped ya take us to Chucklehuck Woods! Eh? Eh?”

Bowser folds his arms, and begins to consider his options… he turns back to Popple, knowing what he wants to say. “You know what? I’ll spare ya, short-stack.” He says. “Minions! Tie him up and put him in the Clown Car! We’re going to Joke’s End!”

From beside Bowser, the Clown Car suddenly appears. The Minions tie Popple up and head to the Clown Car.

“Wait!” Says Popple. “What’re you tying me up for, see!?”

“So you don’t do anything weird! AND BE QUIET!!” Says Bowser. He then turns to the Lakitu. “Where are the other Minions?”

“They should all be at Joke’s End, Lord Bowser!” Says the Lakitu. “I’ve informed them all of the Koopa Cruiser! It should be half-way done by the time we get there.”

“Then what are we sitting here for?” Bowser asks. “Let’s get moving!”

“Right, Lord Bowser!” Says the Lakitu as he stands beside the Clown Car, awaiting take off.

…Bowser then turns to the Captain Goomba, who is standing beside him.

“Hey, how about you sit with me in the Clown Car?” He asks. “I’m very proud of the work you did.”

Captain Goomba is awestruck by the request. He doesn’t respond for a moment, before shaking off his amazement and giving Bowser a firm glare. “Yes, Lord Bowser!” He says. “I will gladly take the offer!”

“Great!” Says Bowser.

Bowser then jumps into the Clown Car, Popple at his right and Captain Goomba on his left. The Koopalings sat at the back, or wherever they could fit. As the Clown Car slowly hovers into the air, Bowser points forward.

“Lakitu!” Says Bowser. “Take me to Joke’s End!”

“Will do, Lord Bowser!” Says the Lakitu.

The Clown Car soars into the air, with Lakitu and the rest of the Minions behind it. Captain Boo carried the other two Captains, and followed the Clown Car to Joke’s End… which could barely be seen in the distance.

—

— Back in the Present… —

“…That’s it.” Says Bowser. “That’s all that happened… you get all that, plumber boy?”

Mario nods, confirming he got all of it… despite how much it was.

“Good. We’re all caught up to speed.” Says Bowser. He then turns back to the Koopalings. “You lot alright back there?”

“We’re good, Lord Bowser.” Says Roy.

“…My head’s still fuzzy though…” Says Lemmy.

Bowser growls. “…Stupid green guy… messing with MY Minions…”

“The name is Fawful, fink-rat!” Says Fawful, who was now tied up. “Fawful does not need those Minions anyway! They have uselessness!”

“They’re only sometimes like that, half-pint!” Says Bowser.

“Fawful would say otherwise to you!” Fawful quips.

Bowser growls, and turns back to Mario. “You mentioned a 'Cackletta' earlier right?” He asks. “She’s taken over this Kingdom? What about the Mushroom Kingdom?”

Mario explains all he knows… and Bowser grows furious.

“GRAAAAAGHH!! SHE HAS PEACH!? AND THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM!?” Bowser exclaims. “EVEN IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO, I WILL PULVERIZE THAT WITCH!!! …Matter of fact, why don’t we just go there now, plumbers? Come on, hop in the Clown Car!”

Bowser tries to head back to the Clown Car, stomping with rage… before he’s suddenly stopped.

“Wait! …Bowser, was it?” Prince Peasley questions.

“It’s LORD Bowser, half-sized beanpole!” Bowser grumbles.

“…Yes, Lord Bowser.” Says Prince Peasley, ignoring his insolence. “If we are going to beat Cackletta, we need a plan. We can’t just barge in.”

“…Ah, I get it. You want in on our alliance.” Says Bowser. “Well, I’m not having it!”

“Lord Bowser, if you just go in the castle, it won’t be an easy fight.” Says Prince Peasley. “…I feel it would be better if we joined forces. We all want to defeat Cackletta, correct?”

…Bowser grumbles, left without an argument. He turns to the Prince, defeated. “Fine. I’ll let you join our alliance.” He says. “You better not turn your back on me!”

“I would never.” Says Prince Peasley. “We all have the same motive. I’d gain nothing from it.”

“…Yeah. You better not do anything weird.” Says Bowser.

“My ears are not crazy, correct?” Fawful asks. “It would be best to have the regroupings to give Cackletta the tasty and sweet defeatings?”

“Why do you ask?” Prince Peasley questions, turning back to Fawful.

“Yeah!” Bowser butts in. “Don’t you work for that old hag?”

“…Fawful used to.” Says Fawful. “The hag-rat threw Fawful out like garbage that had laid in the sun to grow in stink… her stabbing of Fawful’s back brings me fury! I have fury!!”

The Koopa King and Beanish Prince consider Fawful’s words… Cackletta had just let him go? Felt she no longer needed him? How cruel…

“She just booted you?” Bowser asks. “I’d never do that to my Minions! …Even if I kinda want to sometimes…”

“…I see… just as unjust as she’s always been.” Says Prince Peasley. “If you wish to fight alongside us, I need you to actually help… no leading us to our doom.”

“…Fawful may not like you fink-rats, especially the Koopa-rat… but Fawful also has geniusness. Fawful knows how to play his cards.” Says Fawful. “Fawful will not have the schemings against his allies.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Fawful. We’ve reached a compromise.” Says Prince Peasley. “Now, all we need to do is devise a plan to sneak in and snag the Beanstar and captured Royals…”

“What'cha got, beansprout?” Bowser asks.

The Bros. and Prince Peasley all become deep in thought… before someone interjects.

“You’ll need someone to teach ya the ol' Shadow Thief way, see?” Says Popple, popping out from the Clown Car. “I can help you get in. And! If there’s a lock, I can unlock it, see?”

“Fawful can do the same!” Fawful interjects. “Fawful knows the castle like the front of Fawful’s beautiful face! …Fawful can also take care of foes like a fox that is sly and in the shadows.”

“…You are not planning are killing the guards, are you?” Prince Peasley asks. “Don’t kill the guards.”

“Fawful will do no such thing!” Says Fawful. “…Fawful can have the confirming, no kill havings of the guards.” He says in a stern tone… he was being serious, oddly enough.

…Prince Peasley nods to Fawful, then turns back to the group. “Does anyone else have intel, or is that it?”

Bowser steps forward, and takes a triumphant stance. ��Minions!” He declares. “Once the Koopa Cruiser is fixed, all of you will head back to the Mushroom Kingdom, and defend it from whatever Cackletta’s thrown at it!”

“Really, Lord Bowser?” Asks Captain Boo, who stood off to the side with the other Captains.

“Yes!” Says Bowser. “…I’d rather Peach’s Kingdom be nice and pretty than in ruins.”

“Will do, Lord Bowser!” Says Captain Goomba. “We’ll defend the Princess’ Kingdom, and it’ll look good as new!”

“Oh, and I’m putting Captain Goomba in charge of this mission.” Says Bowser. “I’m certain he’ll be capable of it.”

Captain Goomba can barely contain himself after he hears those words. “I will fulfill your orders until the very end, Lord Bowser!”

“Lord Bowser!” Calls a voice from inside the crypt, Lakitu. The Lakitu exits, and reveals himself before his master. “The Koopa Cruiser is almost complete!”

“Good work!” Says Bowser. “Tell the Minions to head straight to the Mushroom Kingdom when it’s done! I need Peach’s Kingdom defended!”

“On it, Lord Bowser!” Says the Lakitu. “I’ll show you where the Koopa Cruiser is held.” He then rushes back into the crypt, everyone else following him inside.

—

Everyone laid dormant just near the exit to Joke’s End, the late afternoon sky made everything feel deeply peaceful… despite everyone’s circumstances.

Popple and Fawful were dawdling around, Fawful picking at his headgear and Popple pacing back and forth. Bowser stood a fair distance away, giving orders to his Minions. Things like 'You better come back safely!' or 'Show me that I can count on you!' were said and discussed.

As the Bros. turn around, they notice something… Prince Peasley seemed to be missing.

He wasn’t near anyone else, and as Luigi turned his head over to one of the small ice pillars, he spots the Prince. Prince Peasley appeared deep in thought… almost troubled.

Luigi steps away from Mario, heading to the Prince. Mario notices his brother’s departure and follows close behind. It doesn’t take long for Prince Peasley to notice the Bros. as they sit themselves beside him, and give him a concerned look.

…Had something happened?

Prince Peasley could tell what they wanted to know. He didn’t even have to ask. He takes a deep breath, and sighs.

“You weren’t there to see it, but you probably noticed anyway. My bout with Cackletta… it did not go very well.” Says Prince Peasley. “…It’s beginning to eat at me…”

The Bros. couldn’t help but wonder why. They continue to give the Prince that same concerned look… and Prince Peasley quickly seems a bit upset. He takes another breath in attempt to calm himself.

“…I-it is a long story. A complex one.” Says the Prince. “But I know I can trust you both with this knowledge.”

The Prince schuffles a bit in his spot, moving slightly to face the Bros… he takes another breath, and begins his tale.

“…The Beanbean Kingdom had a King once. He was a fine, upstanding man. The perfect ruler for a fair Kingdom such as this.” Says Prince Peasley. “Years ago, my mother and father were going to have a child… and just days before I was born, my father was killed… I never met my father…”

Prince Peasley then becomes strained… just speaking of it made his heart ache. He turns away, and calms himself before continuing.

“My family has been in constant mourning since his death. I am no exception.” Says Prince Peasley. “…You can likely see where I’m getting at… Cackletta killed my father.”

The Bros. are quickly taken aback. As if she couldn’t have stooped lower… the very person that caused a whole family to be in constant mourning… if this was how Prince Peasley was handling it, then how did Lady Lima and Queen Bean take it…?

“…It never helps that Cackletta…” Prince Peasley stops for a moment, scowling at the simple thought of what he wanted to say next. “…Cackletta is my mother’s sister. I’m her nephew. We are related by blood.”

…This simple piece of the puzzle only made it all hurt more… Prince Peasley’s very aunt was responsible for his father’s death?

“Cackletta taunted me about it for most of our fight. She knew she could use it against me, and swiftly took that opportunity when she was losing.” Says Prince Peasley. “I could’ve fallen to her tactics… but thanks to you, I didn’t… but I still scowl at her foul and sick ways she taunts my family and I…”

Prince Peasley then gets to his feet and stands before the small ice balcony. He stares out into the land and sky, his hair and cape swiftly blowing in the wind.

“…No matter what it takes, her venomous and sickly words will not taunt me again. I will not fear her, for she will fear me.” Says Prince Peasley. “I will avenge my father, if it’s the last thing I do…”

Prince Peasley’s tightens his grip on the wall as he stares out into the distance toward the Beanbean Kingdom’s mainland. The Bros. step to the Prince, and Luigi squeezes his shoulder slightly.

The Prince sighs, and turns back to the Bros. “…I thank you both for your compassion… I’m somewhat glad I’ve gotten that off of my chest.” He says. “You both truly are saints.”

The Bros. look back at Prince Peasley, genuine smiles on their faces… then, the sound of the Koopa Cruiser starting up knocks them out of their heads.

The trio turns back, and sees the Koopa Cruiser begin its journey to the Mushroom Kingdom. As they watch the Cruiser leave, Bowser turns back to everyone else.

“What’re you standing around for?” Bowser asks. “You chumps ready or not?”

“I’m ready, see?” Says Popple. “I’m just itchin' to break into somethin'!”

“Fawful is ready to have Cackletta’s doom crash onto her like an intimating and doom having wave!” Says Fawful. “I have vengeance!”

“Oh yeah!” Says Mario, triumphantly holding up a fist.

“Let’s-a go!” Says Luigi, also bringing a fist up.

“As if I wasn’t already.” Says Prince Peasley.

The group then prepares their ploy to sneak into the Castle… it’d be awhile until they’d get there, but they were ready.

Cackletta wouldn’t know what hit her.

- END OF CHAPTER 4 -

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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moxfirefly · 4 years

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Hello~ From your smut prompt list. Numbers 2 and 44 for TMNT Bayverse? I’d say either Raph or Donnie. Raph would prob be more fitting but I’m curious to see what Donnie would do 🌝

Listen a jealous Donnie is something that I’m all for cause it’s a different type of jealousy compared to what Raph’s would be

So I’m going with him 👌

Rated Explicit (18+ Only)

It’s illogical, Donatello thinks.

To have this little nagging fire inside of his chest, this is expected after all. You’re beautiful, absolutely breathtaking in every sense of the word.

And yeah you’re his, and he is yours but that nagging little pin prick of self deprecation won’t leave.

He remembers staring at the comment on a harmless photo you had posted.

‘You’re so fucking hot’

It had read, the guys profile screams basic, he didn’t have much going for him aside from doing shit like this on any girls profile. Still it nags him, cause it’s not the only picture and the comments don’t remain as ‘tame’ as that one.

That same day you had walked into the Lair in nothing but short jeans and a flannel that often dipped off your shoulder. Donatello doesn’t like this twisting and churning in his stomach.

He doesn’t like jealousy.

Doesn’t like how his brain goes into primal mode and how willing he is to fight god himself if it looked at you funny. It’s worse cause now he’s hyper aware that everyone including his own brothers have stared at you at some point. Even if Leo shakes his head and shamefully adverts his gaze back to his book. Irritation doesn’t begin to cover his feeling when Raph clearly can’t keep his gaze away from your ass and Mikey still actively (if albeit friendly) flirted with you.

Maybe he’s reading to much into it. Still he goes a little harder on them when they spar. Sleep is definitely extremely needed after he blocks all the creeps from your page. Going to the garage had been a good idea, he could take out whatever frustrations remained in his body on repairs, soldering hell maybe even breaking apart things with a hammer.

He doesn’t expect to quell his jealous frustrations with you...

Against the truck...

With one finger deep inside of your heat and the other shoved a little too roughly into your mouth.

But this is kinda helping a lot, like way more.

Because he knows his comment was stupid, like sexist possessive boyfriend levels of stupid. Donnie has never once had an issue with your clothing choices, has never told you to not wear this or that but it’s the outfit from the picture that garnered so many disgusting men to say so many unnecessary and disrespectful things.

The second the words ‘You shouldn’t wear that’ leave his mouth he’s already wishing he could backpedal and explain that it’s not you, it’s the creeps. And yes words like ‘too revealing’ ‘not appropriate’ leave his mouth in word vomit and god why can’t he just shut up he thinks to himself.

You’re stunned nevertheless, brow raised and arms crossed and can’t you see your breast are barely in the short summer dress! Donnie swallows, fist clenched.

Then of course you had to go and say it, defiant little brat that you are.

“Make me”

Donnie bit the inside of his cheek, he took off the goggles (he hadn’t even started his repairs) and calmly walked towards you.

“Okay then” His voice was low, even, just too collected for how it had been seconds before.

And thus here you both find yourselves. On the side of the truck where no one can see either of you but fuck if they walked around the sight would be too much. Your back against his smooth plastron, he’s gotta hunch a bit due to his stature but that means his mouth is close to your ear. “You want to be a brat? You want everyone’s eyes on you?” The tone of his voice makes your skin break out in goosebumps, wow he’s actually angry.

You clench harder around his finger, he’s finger fucking so hard the palm of his hand smacks against your clit. Each resounding wet noise drives you closer to cumin. “They can all look, fuck it they can all ogle and fantasize and maybe even hope...” He lets the digit in your mouth slip out in order to gently grip your chin. He moves your face to better look at him. Then your eyes go so impossibly wide at his words.

“At the end of the day, this-“ He emphasizes with a hard thrust of his hand. “This pussy, is mine and mine alone, yeah?” You somehow nod, legs already shakey and unable to keep you up. If a stupid little dress caused this then, you guess you’re gonna have to wear this a little more often. “Don-I can’t,” Your legs are officially checking out and he knows, he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close to himself as the first orgasm is pulled out of you via his finger.

Donnie doesn’t let you rest, he doesn’t even let your brain boot up again when he’s hauling you towards the table he has for working on parts of the truck. He sweeps everything out of the way, the clatter echoing and you’re sure somebody has to have heard that. Regardless of, he doesn’t seem to care, he bends you over the table, nearly rips the dress when he pushes it up passed your rear and yanks down your underwear. You grip the edges of the table, hearing things behind you, watching Donnie’s glasses roughly be chucked onto the table and the snap of suspenders.

You stick your rear out for him and hear him groan makes a spike of cockiness but it’s short lived when Donnie pushes into your sopped heat. You rest on your forearms, mouth open but no sound can come out that isn’t a choked breath. Donnie bottoms out with a lengthy ‘yeessss’ that’s growled out. It doesn’t seem to be enough though, because he bends down, arms trapping you and he holds the end of the table. He’s so close, suffocatingly close and god do you love it.

The angle adds a burn to your cunt, Donnie loves it. He feels your heat tightly squeezing his cock and he hasn’t even moved. “They wish they could, they wish they could do this” He says it right against your ear, every syllable tickling you and making you shiver. “If only they knew that at the end of the day, you walk around with my seed in you” He licks the shell of your ear before biting down on the back of your neck.

Hard.

Hard enough you yelp, hard enough that your hand reaches for his and he cups it. “Please, please...” You surprise yourself by actually stringing two words together when overwhelmed and heated to this point. Donnie makes sure to drive into you hard enough the table rattles and you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut. He slams again and you both moan together. You want to turn your head, you’re still worried somebody might walk in.

Donnie’s amused by that.

“Scared? Scared you’ll be found like this?” He gets up from your back and grips your waist, you know he’s giving you more room to look, to watch with baited breath and the possibility of it all only makes you wetter. You wanna play along, he’s been nothing but a jealous fuck this entire time, so why not hit him with one little blow and get his gears truly going.

“I hope Raph walks in” You say, voice shakey but teasing. Donatello’s thrust still, he glares down at you.

“I hope Raph gets to see me like this” You bite your lip before licking them slowly.

Donnie literally growls. He doesn’t give you enough time for another taunt when he drives into you quick and deliberately. He fucks you, he honest to god just fucks you like you’re his favorite toy and he’s been having a bad day, which he kinda has. He drives into you and doesn’t stop until he’s pulled three more orgasms out of you. He doesn’t stop, the sight of your sweaty, overstimulated body and barely able to scream anymore voice keep him going.

For good measure, just to reassure you, he manages for you to cum one more time. His muscles burn, he’s breathing to hard, delaying his own release always felt good but this? This was something entirely different. “Say it, say it or I’m giving you another one” He demands and you squeeze him because part of you wants to but another logical point is telling you that won’t walk right for the next few days. “I’m yours! Fuck Donnie I’m yours!” You feel him kiss the back of your head before pulling out. The daze isn’t enough to not make you look behind, he hasn’t cum’d yet so why...?

Donnie wraps his hand around his stiff length and pumps fast, he wants to mark you like this, it doesn’t take him long to cum. He finishes on your rear with a low lengthy moan, some of it shooting far enough to get the back of your dress.

“Jerk” You barely find enough strength to glare, even if his tired grin makes your stomach fill up with butterflies. “I’m gonna apologize but not right now” He wipes the sweat from his face with the back of his forearm. “You can start by cleaning me up” You hear several pops when you stretch a bit.

Nothing prepares you for Donnie kneeling and licking his own seed from your left cheek. You watch entranced as he pushes down the hem of your dress to cover your modesty. “I like jealous you” Comes your soft and honest voice. “Don’t, it’s not fun” He’s feeling all manner of things, even the gooey chemicals his orgasm brought but there’s still shame. You manage to stand back up on wobbly feet, you reach up and pull his face down and kiss him, literally tasting him.

Kiss him in a way that quiets all those negative thoughts and jealous images.

“I am, irrevocably so, yours” You caress his jaw, letting him close his eyes and hug you so tightly to himself.

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atlafan · 4 years

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Regular Thing - One Shot

a/n: okay, here’s bouncer!Harry, or bouncerry as I like to call him. this turned into a longer thing than I thought, and it’s a no strings attached type situation. there is A LOT of smut, enjoy! (reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated) not proofread, sorry!

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 14K

Being a bouncer in a college town wasn’t Harry’s intended career of choice, but it was a decent enough gig while he was in grad school. He was sort of over partying and boozing himself, so he didn’t feel like he was missing out much. It was fun at first, letting people in, turning others away. He took his job very seriously, never giving into the people that would flirt with him when the bar had reached capacity.

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait until some people leave.” He would say to them. The girls would push their boobs up and try to look as convincing as possible, but it never worked on Harry.

That was how the beginning of the night usually went. He’d stand outside for a few hours checking ID’s, and listening to the chatter of the people that would come out for a smoke or for some fresh air. He sometimes had a co-worker outside with him on the busier night, but most of the time it was him. Then he’d head inside and help grab empty glasses and survey the scene for overly drunk people. The bartenders would nod towards specific people and Harry would get them the fuck out.

It was tough at a college bar because people would often come to the bar already smashed. Their parties would get ruined by noise complaints, so everyone over twenty-one would come down to have some more fun. That’s not to say people wouldn’t try to sneak in, that’s when more of the flirting will happen.

“I just wanna dance with my friends, please? You can even stamp my hand.”

“No can do, come back in a few months.”

Harry was going for his MBA, and wanted to be a business owner someday. He got paid well as a bouncer, especially since he had boxing experience. His boss knew he could take care of business when need be. His boss, Greg, had taken him under his wing. Not only did Greg own the bar, but he also owned some off-campus apartments. He told Harry once he had his MBA a property manager job would be waiting for him. It would be an incredible start for Harry as buying and selling homes was something he really wanted to get into. He even wouldn’t mind owning the bar, or some bar, himself one day. He had time to figure it out.

For now, he was perfectly complacent working Tuesday through Sunday (technically Saturday, but the bar closes at 1:30AM), getting free drinks and food when he wanted, and listening to music. Luckily, his classes were either online, or in the afternoons, some were even weekend intensives, all of it was manageable.

Y/N worked at the university in town, also going for her master’s, but was only able to do so through her benefits as an employee. She didn’t get to go out that much, pretty much only when her friends were in town. One of her good friends, Mike, was in grad school for biology, and when her friends would come to stay with him, he’d invite her out. She had explained that unless it was a small thing at his place, or a night at the bar, she couldn’t really party with him or them if it was somewhere else. Nothing would look worse than her boss seeing her on barstool sports, hammered and popping her ass at some off-campus party where there could easily be people underage. It just wasn’t worth the risk.

Y/N only had guy friends, who she just referred to as her boyfriends. It wasn’t on purpose, it just sort of happened. She started hanging out with them her junior year of college when they were seniors, and they all just clicked. She had dated one of them earlier in the school year, but none of them put two and two together until later. She sort of absorbed them as a friend group, and the one she dated never really came around much.

Mike: hey, Y/N! The boys are coming into town this weekend. We plan to go to the bar Friday and Saturday night, will you come out???

Y/N: hey! Omfg I’d love to!

Mike: great! Can’t wait to see you

Y/N: same here, who exactly is coming?

Mike: Danny, Rob, Drew, and Conor

Y/N: amazing!! It’s gonna be a great weekend

There was a local band playing tonight. Harry didn’t love the way they sounded, and most people couldn’t wait for them to finish their set so the dance floor could open up, but it was a nice break from all of the overplayed music. The DJ on Fridays always spun the same tunes.

It was starting to get a little colder out at night, and even though Harry had been doing this a while, he still couldn’t quite understand how some of these people came out half dressed. People were coming in herds, and Harry had to turn a good chunk of them away. There was a $3.00 cover charge to see the band, but no one ever carries cash, and Harry couldn’t let them in without the cover. Simple as that.

He noticed this girl walking down to the entrance by herself. She had her hair up in a cute ponytail that flowed, and she was wearing skinny jeans with some booties, the jeans look to be high-waist. She was wearing a wind-breaker and a crop top. Not totally bundled up, but certainly more sensible than what many of the other people inside were wearing. As she got closer he could tell she had some light makeup on, but her eyes were done up. Whatever shadow she had on made her eyes pop.

Y/N had been to this bar many times, but not in a long time, and never at the hour Harry worked. Or maybe she had, but she had never really noticed him. As she approaches she gets her ID out and ready.

“Hi.” She smiles at him and hands him her ID to check.

Clearly not already intoxicated, good sign, he thinks to himself.

“Evening.” Harry mutters as he shines a small light on the ID, double checking it before handing it back to her. He catches her name; Y/N.

“Thanks.” She starts walking towards the door.

“There’s a cover tonight, three dollars.”

“What?” She scoffs. “Very funny.”

“Not kidding, we have bands a lot on Friday nights now…”

“Shit, it would have been nice for my friends to let me know, I would have stopped to get cash.” She fishes her phone out of her pocket. “And there’s never any service over here, ugh.”

Normally Harry would turn someone like this away, he would tell them where the nearest ATM was, and to have a nice night. But she looked up at him with wide eyes, and he couldn’t help himself. He sighs heavily and then speaks.

“Do you plan on drinking once you’re in there?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“If I let you in, do you promise to tip the bartenders really well to make up for the three bucks?”

“Are you serious?” She perks up. “Yeah, of course!”

“Alright, go ahead.” He nods towards the door.

“Really?”

“Yeah, have fun.” He smiles, something he rarely did to the patrons.

“Thank you so much.” She smiles back and heads inside.

“Mate…” Niall, the other bouncer says. “Did you just let a girl flirt with you to get in?”

“No.” Harry scoffs. “I felt bad for her, that’s all. She looked panicked. Her friends clearly didn’t communicate with her properly.”

“Right.”

Inside, Y/N makes her way around to find her friends. She grins when she sees them all sitting down at a high top. She walks up and smacks Mike’s arms.

“Could have told me there was a cover.” She pouts and he gets up to hug her.

“Sorry, we didn’t know either. The bouncer made us go to an ATM.”

“It’s fine.” She says as she sits down and puts her jacket on the back of the seat. “He let me in for free.”

“Of course he did.” Conor rolls his eyes. “And don’t sit down, you have hugs to give out.”

“You’re right.” She giggles and gets up to hug all of her friends.

“We got you a drink already, at least.” Danny says, sliding it over to her.

“Ah, thank you, boys.” They all clink their glasses and get to drinking.

The band wasn’t terrible, but Y/N was definitely ready to dance with her friends. As soon as they packed up, and the DJ got on the turntables, they all made their way to the dancefloor. Y/N loved dancing with her friends, they always made her laugh, and the sleezy guys around usually left her alone. She could feel how lit she was and she knew she needed to slow down. Harry was at the point in the evening where he was standing inside, scoping out the scene. You walk by him giggling with Drew, you needed some fresh air and he needed a smoke.

“Shit, it’s cold out.” She says as she unties her jacket form around her waist.

“Mm, these keep me pretty warm.” Drew smirks as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“That’s a nasty habit.”

“I only smoke when I drink, chill.” He chuckles. “You offered to come outside with me.”

“Certainly wasn’t going to do it alone.” You wobble a bit as you stand. You hear a song you love come on and you both look at each other.

Drew puts his cigarette out, and you both run back inside, whipping right by Harry. He notices how your friends are people he made go to the ATM earlier. He also noticed they were all guys. He figured you weren’t dating one of them, if you had a boyfriend you probably would have said so, and if you had a proper boyfriend he either would have come with you to the bar, or would have waited for you outside.

“Hey, Greg wants you outside again.” Niall says.

“Why?”

“Because I guess the town cop is coming tonight to make sure people leave safely, and Greg knows you won’t say something stupid to him.”

“Oh, Tom’s coming? Love that guy, he’s so chill.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs.

“Alright, I’ll go back out.” Harry sighs and goes back out, pretty much forgetting about Y/N until it was 1:30 in the morning, and she was walking out with her friends.

She was laughing hysterically about something, and Harry was making small talk with Tom. She stops short in front of Harry.

“Hey!” She smiles.

“Y/N, come on.” Mike tugs on her arm.

“Hold on.” She scolds him and looks back at Harry. “I did what you said.”

“Which was what?”

“Tip the bartenders well.” She bats her lashes at him. “You let me in without the cover, which was super nice, so I wanted you to know I did what you said.”

“Oh…um…good, thanks.”

“Come on, Y/N, I’ll give you a piggy back ride back to the apartment.” Mike says and she immediately gets excited. Y/N hated walking anywhere while she was drunk.

Harry watches as she hops on the man’s back, and wraps herself around him happily as the group walks up the small hill to the street.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you at such a loss for words.” Tom nudges him. “Thought the college girls didn’t affect you.”

“They don’t…and she’s not just some college girl, she’s a little older, I saw on her license. She’s around my age.” Harry shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve never seen her before, and I’ll probably never see her again.”

Or so Harry thought when she came strolling down with all of the same guys. This time around she had a ripped pair of black skinny jeans on, not so high-waist, Harry could see her belly piercing, and she was wearing a white crop top. Her hair was half up, and flowed down her shoulders. She looked pretty, gorgeous really. All of them were giggling over something, and it was already 11:30, so Harry assumed they had already started drinking.

“Hello.” Y/N smiles and hands him her ID.

“Evening.” He says as he shines the light over the card. “All set.” He says as he hands it back.

“No smile tonight?”

“Go inside, would you?” He says as he checks the other ID’s.

“Too bad.” She giggles. “You have a nice smile.”

“Y/N.” Rob hushes her and leads her inside.

“Hear that, mate, you got a nice smile.” Niall jokes.

“Shut up.” Harry grumbles and crosses his arms.

The boys all wanted to play pool, which Y/N sucked at, so she just happily stood by sipping her drink, swaying to the music. She munches on popcorn, and notices Harry going around collecting empty glasses and bringing them behind the bar. She notices how he smiles at the bartenders, letting them nudge him playfully.

He looks over and sees her looking at him and his eyes widen. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she keeps looking at him. She smiles and bites the straw in her drink, and his face flushes before turning away. Harry wasn’t an easily flustered man, so he was extremely confused. When he looks over in that direction he finds her cheering on her friends. He wondered why you weren’t playing, billiards weren’t that difficult.

Later on when she was on the dance floor with her friends, they point over to the door where Harry was effortlessly carrying someone out.

“Damn, that guy must have been fucked up!” Danny says.

“Yeah!” Mike says.

“I wonder how I could get him to pick me up like that?!” Y/N says and the boys laugh.

“Are you gonna try to pick him up?!” Conor says.

“Not tonight, it’s boy’s night!” She backs her ass up to Drew and he laughs as he dances with her. “But maybe another time, he’s cute!”

“Last night was boy’s night.” Rob scoffs. “Go on and get yourself some.”

“Maybe when he’s less busy.” She laughs.

Harry was about to go on a fifteen minute break as he was carrying some empties to the glass racks. Right when he was walking back to the main area, he bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink on the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Oh! No, that was my fault, I…” Y/N looks up at Harry. “I should have been more careful.”

“Can I get you a new one?” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Really, it’s okay, not that much spilled.” Harry nods at her. “So…you work here, that’s cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Saw you toss that guy out, does that happen often.”

“Maybe a couple times of week.” Harry shrugs.

“You seemed like you were in a hurry, am I keeping you from something?”

“No, I was just headed for my break.” He looks her up and down, she was so pretty, and maybe it was the couple of shots he had in his system, but he was feeling more bold than usual. “There’s an office in the back I usually go hang in for a bit…it’s quiet.” He steps a little closer to her.

“Do you wanna show me?”

Harry nods at her and she smiles. She follows close behind him to the back office. Now, normally this wasn’t something Harry did. Hooking up with drunk girls while he was barely inebriated himself wasn’t an activity he participated in often. Having worked at the bar for a good chunk of time now, though, he’s able to tell that she’s fine. She can stand on her own feet fine, and she’s not wobbling around.

“How many drinks have you had?” He asks as he closes the door, locking it.

“This is my second.” She says as she places it on the desk.

“And before coming down?”

“Just a couple of shot.” She shrugs. “How long is your break?” She walks towards him.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“And how would you like to spend that little chunk of time?” She says as she presses her hands to his chest.

Harry’s answer is to cup her jaw and lean down to kiss her, which she happily accepts. Her lips were sticky-sweet with the cranberry juice from her drink. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking on it. She tugs on his shirt as she balls it up in her fists. His hands move to her hips to walk her back towards the desk.

“Is this okay?” He whispers against her lips.

“Yes.” She smiles up at him. “You’re right, it is quiet in here.”

Harry smirks at her and attaches his lips to hers again. Her hands splay across his back, and she runs her nails down the length of him. She’s back up against the desk with his leg between her. His hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes what he can, getting a gasp from her.

“Um, what’s your name?” She says as he kisses from her jaw to her neck.

“It’s Harry.” He mumbles against her.

“I’m Y/N.” She grunts as his teeth graze her soft skin. “That feels good, but I don’t think you have time for all that.”

He moves to look at her, eyes pleading to have him just touch her already.

“You really wanna do this?” His asks as he grips onto the waistband of her jeans.

“Yes, would have tried to last night, but I was way too fucked up.”

“And you’re not tonight?”

“Nope.”

“How do you want it?”

“Just bend me over the desk.”

A soft groan leaves Harry’s lips. He undoes her jeans, and slides his hand inside to get a feel for her, and her back arches. She bites her bottom lip as his fingers graze over her folds.

“Just wanna make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He kisses her again as she grinds against his hand. She whines when he takes his hand away. “Turn around.” She nods and braces herself with her palms gripping the edge of the desk.

“Wait!” She says and rummages through her purse. “Condom.” She gives him a shy smile as he takes it.

“Good catch.”

He tears it open with his teeth and undoes his belt and zipper, tugging his boxers and pants down just enough to get his hard dick out. He rolls the condom down his length. You tug down your own jeans and panties. The lights in the office were dim, so neither of them felt over exposed. It was the perfect atmosphere, really.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and reaches between her folds again, finger her for a moment or two just to make sure she was good to go.

“Please.” She whimpers as she looks over her shoulder at him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Harry nods and grips her hips as he slowly pushes inside her. Y/N’s mouth falls open as he keeps feeding it into her.

“Oh my god.” She breathes.

“Alright?”

“Yeah, you can move.” She looks at him briefly. “And remember, you have to be quick.”

“Want it fast, is that what you’re telling me?” He smirks and she nods with hooded eyes.

Harry pulls almost all the way out and slams back into her. She gasps, but she encourages him to do it again. And he does, over and over until he gets a comfortable rhythm going. He was drilling into her, but she seemed okay. He snakes an arm around her chest so he can grope at one of her breasts. She arches into him, and her head falls back against his shoulder. He licks into her mouth while his other hand works to rub her clit. She moans into his mouth, and he hooks an arm around his head to tug at his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth. He slows his pace up to focus on her. She was moving her hips in sync with the motions of his fingers on her clit.

“Fuck.” She groans. Her breathing gets heavier and faster and she bites his bottom lip to stifle her cry. She bucks into his hand as she climaxes.

“Okay.” He breathes, and pushes her back over the desk. He grips both of her hips and gives it to her full forces. “Good?” He grunts.

“Y-yeah!” She gasps. With each stroke he was hitting deeper and deeper, brushing her g-spot. “D-don’t stop.”

He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of spine, and his stomach was starting to tighten. She was squeezing around him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, especially when he looks down at the way her ass bounces back against him.

“Shit, fuck.” He moans out as he releases into the condom and he gasps when he feels her squeeze around him again, another release of her own coinciding.

He pulls out of her slowly and wraps the condom in a tissue before throwing it away. He didn’t need Greg giving him a tough time. He pulls his pants back up all the way and watches as she does the same.

“Sorry, I don’t have any rags in here, uh-“

“It’s okay, I’ll just go use the bathroom.” She wipes his fingers under eyes and looks at herself using the camera on her phone. Her voice was a little hoarse now, so she takes a sip of her almost forgotten drink. She makes a relieved noise once the cool liquid hits her throat. “Look at that.” She says, pointing to the clock on the wall. “You’ve got two minutes to spare.” She winks and leaves him standing there.

“Holy shit.” He says to himself as he makes sure the office is in order. He scarfs down a granola bar, and heads back into the bar. He looks for Y/N, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

There she was, back on the dancefloor with her friends. She was grinding back against one of her friends, who could only assume was one of her friends, he could easily be her second fuck for the night. Harry furrows his brows and then snaps out of it. It was a simple one-night-stand, if one could even call it that, he felt good after his release.

Last call on a Saturday night never failed to irritate Harry. There was usually a few different girls that stayed until the last second to try to pick him up, but he never went. Those girls were usually way too drunk, and it just wasn’t worth it to him. He was behind the bar now, helping the bar tenders get the last few orders in, and square up some tabs. He sees Y/N walk up to the bar with one of her friends.

“I’ve got it, Y/N.” Conor says.

“No, you’re not paying for me again.”

“Technically Danny got all the drinks last night.”

“Yeah, so it’s my turn.”

“Your money’s no good. Hey, man, put everything of hers on Donovan.” Conor says to Harry and he nods.

“No! I can pay for my own drinks!” She laughs at her friend. “You’re the worst.”

“We’re just taking care of you, Y/N.” Conor puts his arm around her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“Here.” Harry slides the card and receipt to Conor. He looks at Y/N and she looks at him, a grin growing on her face, and a blush growing on his. “Have a good night.” He says more so to her.

“I don’t think it could get much better than it already is.” She says to him.

“Not true, we’re gonna go stuff our faces with pizza and have a group snuggle, what’s better than that?” Conor says to her as he signs the slip and leaves a decent tip.

“Oh, god, yeah, I really need to snuggle right now.” She says to her friend with a pout.

“I’ll bet.” He winks at her and leads her away from the bar.

Harry’s face turns beat red. Did she tell them what she went off to go do? He didn’t want rumors being spread that the bouncer fucks. He needed to keep some authority, after all. People start leaving, and others linger until the lights flip on at closing. Harry helps clean up and gets everyone out of the bar. He hadn’t seen Y/N again, but that was okay.

“So, you had a good break.” Niall teases him as they head to their apartment, which was conveniently just above the bar.

“What do you mean?”

“Saw you go into the office with that girl.”

“So what if I did?” Harry shrugs. “Not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Oh, I’m not judging at all, please know that. I’m more so just shocked. Usually you shoot every person that flirts with you down.”

“I know, I don’t really know what came over me, but she was hot so.” He shrugs again. “I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sure you.” Niall nudges him as they make their separate ways to their rooms.

Y/N woke up spooning Rob, and with Drew spooning her. Not the most unusual way to wake up with her friends. She felt gross as she sat up. She was cozy in some borrowed sweats, but there was an ache in her stomach and between her legs. The stomach was easily from the amount of sugar she had from the cranberry juice in her drinks, and between her legs, well, a sexy bouncer comes to mind for that.

Everyone slowly gets up and they all decide to go out for brunch, just like old times. They laugh and reminisce over the fun the weekend brought them all.

“Wait, so did you really hook up with that dude?” Mike asks.

“Mhm.” She giggles as she sips her coffee. “It was good too.”

“Define good.” Rob says.

“I had two orgasms that I didn’t have to conjure up myself, I’d say that’s pretty good.” She says bluntly and they all laugh.

“Do you think you’ll try to see him again?” Conor asks.

“Oh god, I have no idea. I have no reason to go to the bar unless you all are here.”

“You could always go down with Mike on trivia night or something.” Drew says.

“Mm, no, I don’t like going out on work nights. I’m always way too tired the next morning.”

“You don’t have to drink. Come on, when was the last time we went to trivia night?” Mike says.

“True…maybe next week? I don’t wanna seem too eager, you know? I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, and I don’t need him thinking I’m stalking him.”

“Don’t force her, man, if she just wants it to be a one night stand she can leave it as that.” Danny says.

“See, he gets it.” She says.

Harry had thought of the pretty girl he fucked in his boss’ office only a couple of times, and then he slowly let her slip away. He had class and schoolwork to occupy his head. The same could be said for Y/N. Harry had left some after affects, but he slowly faded in her mind as well.

Well, it had faded until she was mindlessly swiping through Bumble one night, and she came across his profile. Even if she hadn’t already met him, she would have liked him. He really did have a nice smile, and his pictures weren’t the standard douchebag pictures. She decides to swipe right and see what happens. She wasn’t sure how often he used the app, if at all, but she was interested to see if she’d see anything from him.

On a Sunday evening, after getting some homework done, Harry went on to Bumble to see if he had any notifications. He used the app less and less as he didn’t want to accidentally hook up with someone that might be too young for him. His eyes widen when he comes across Y/N’s profile.

“So she is from around here.” He says to himself. He had thought maybe you had just come into town for that weekend for some fun with friends. He takes a leap of faith and swipes right. He smirks when he sees it’s a match.

Harry preferred Bumble to the other “dating” apps out there. He never wanted to make someone uncomfortable, so he liked that the girl had to message first.

Y/N was just getting out of the shower when she saw the notification from Bumble that she had a new match. Her jaw drops when she sees that it’s Harry.

Y/N: let’s go out on Friday night…I matched with that bouncer on Bumble…but I’d rather talk in person

Mike: sounds like a plan to me! I’ll be the perfect wingman

Y/N: don’t think I exactly need your help for that lol

Mike: maybe you can be mine then

Y/N: deal

Harry had completely forgotten about the Bumble thing until he saw Y/N strolling down the hill with Mike. She gets her ID ready for him.

“Is there a cover tonight?” She asks him. His gaze on her was intense, like they both knew about the giant elephant looming around them.

“No band tonight.”

“Ah.”

He checks Mike’s ID, and the two go inside. The sit down at the bar after Mike makes up a bowl of popcorn.

“Don’t let me drink too much.” She tells him. “I’m gonna try to nurse a vodka-lemonade for a bit.”

“You got it. Hey, maybe you could give me another shot of showing you how to play pool?”

“I’m looking to get laid again, I don’t need to make a fool of myself, Michael.”

“He could think it’s cute, maybe he could teach you.”

“He’s on the job.”

After the nightly rush, Harry’s relieved from the cold, and comes inside to do his other duties. He gathers up empty glasses, cleans up anything that’s spilled, and goes behind the bar. He notices Y/N about halfway done with her drink.

“Are you gonna want another?”

“I could certainly use another blue moon.” Mike grins at Harry and he nods.

Y/N watches as Harry’s muscles flex as he pulls the tap. He grabs an orange wedge to put on the lip of the glass and slides it over to Mike.

“Thanks.” Mike throws a couple of singles on the bar and Harry pockets them.

“Well?”

“Trying to get me drunk?” She smirks. “Thought you might like me a little more sober.”

Harry smirks and leans on the bar so he can talk a little closer to her.

“Don’t tell me you came all the way down here just to see me again?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs and takes a careful sip of her drink. “What time you off?”

“Two.”

“Places closes at 1:30…”

“Mhm, and then I have side-work. You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to.”

“No…I’ll wait.” She looks at her watch. “It’s only a couple of hours anyways.”

Harry nods and walks away to get back to work. Mike gives Y/N a thumbs up of approval.

“Well, if you won’t play pool with me, will you at least go dance with me once I’m done with this drink?”

“Oh, without question.”

There were plenty of people on the dancefloor. Y/N didn’t love coming to the bar often, only because sometimes she’d run into some of her student workers and it could get a little awkward. For the most part, things seemed safe. She was having a great time with Mike, but her eyes kept scanning the room for Harry. Once in a while they’d lock eyes and smile awkwardly, fully knowing what was most likely going to go down at the end of the night. When 1:30 hit, she let Mike go square up his tab so she could chat with Harry.

“So…” She says as she approaches him. He was putting chairs on top of tables.

“Mine or yours?” He asks bluntly. “I live right upstairs, but if you felt more comfortable at your place then-“

“Yours.” She smiles. “Yours sounds good.” Y/N didn’t like bringing men home that she didn’t know all that well. His place was better.

“Okay.” He looks around the bar and furrows his brows. “You gotta get rid of your friend, we’re not really supposed to let a lot of people hang around.”

“Oh, alright, well, where should I wait?”

“Take a seat at the bar, it’s fine.”

She nods and goes over to Mike to say goodnight. He winks at her and tells her to call if she needs anything. Niall was running around with Harry mopping the floors and cleaning everything up while the bartenders cleaned up the bar. They gave Y/N a couple of knowing looks, but other than that no one seemed phased that she was waiting for him.

“Hang down here a minute.” Harry says to Niall. “I’d like to get her in my room first.”

“Say no more, I’m actually headed to a little cutie’s of my own.” Niall winks. “Have fun.” He says as he heads out.

“Y/N?” She turns to look at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” She smiles and follows him up a set of stairs.

Harry unlocks the door to let them both in and she looks around. It was a decent enough set up.

“Can I get you anything?” He asks as he closes the door.

“No, I’m all set.” She presses him against the wall and wraps her arms around his neck. “There’s really only one thing I want from you, anyways.”

He leans down to kiss her, and her fingers lace through his hair. His hands slide down her sides to her butt, to the backs of her thighs.

“Jump.” He says, and she does so. She kisses on his neck as he carries her to his room.

He doesn’t bother with the light, he just kicks his door shut, the only light in the room coming in through the shades from the street lights. He gets her on his bed and they both work to get each other’s clothes off. He gets her jeans off and she lays back as he kisses on the fleshy parts of the tops of her breasts. She tugs his shirt off and runs her hands up and down his torso. She could just make out some of the tattoos he had. Interesting, she thinks.

“You have condoms?” She asks as he unhooks her bra.

“Yeah.”

She hum in approval and lets him continue getting to know her body. He swirls his tongue around one of her nipples before sucking on it. His hand goes between her legs, and rubs her covered clit. She feels him pull the material to the side, and then she feels him slip his middle finger in, the cool from his rings causing her to gasp.

“You were really tight last time, did I hurt you?” He mumbles against her neck as he gently sucks on her skin.

“N-no, I would have told you if it hurt.”

Harry kisses her as he slides another finger inside her warm center. Her mouth falls open as his thumb rubs her puffy clit. She reaches between them, and pets him over his boxers. He groans into her neck and starts pumping his fingers faster, curling them, hoping to find that spot of hers.

“Oh, oh!” She gasps. “Just like that, oh fuck, please don’t stop!” She has to clutch at the blankets on his bed to ground herself.

He kneads her breast with his other hand, and wraps his lips back around her other nipple, consuming just about all of her senses. She was panting and moaning and squeezing around his fingers. He feels her pulse around him and her legs twitch as she comes to her release.

“Shit.” She breathes with a smile on her face. “You’re good at that.”

“Don’t it’ll go right to my head.” He smirks. “Let me go get a condom.” He kisses her forehead before getting up to rummage through his desk drawer.

Y/N wriggles out of her now drenched panties, and tosses them somewhere on the floor, and gets more comfortable on his bed. As good as the office sex was she was sort of happy to be somewhere they could do a little more.

“Ready for me?” He asks as he gets on the bed.

“Mhm.”

He parts her legs and gets situated between them, running his tip along her folds and clit. She lifts her hips towards him, and it makes him good knowing how impatient she was. He pushes inside her and bottoms out.

“Jesus!” She gasps.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he starts to move.

“I think you’re just big.” She moans as he rocks in and out of her. “Not complaining though.”

He comes down closer to her, and hooks one of her legs under his arm to thrust in deeper. It has her head rolling back. She gets a fistful of his hair and he moans as she tugs on it.

“You like that, huh?” She says into his ear and she feels him nod yes. Harry nibbles on her earlobe before responding.

“What do you like?” His deep voice in hear ear was enough to send her flying to the moon.

“God, anything you wanna do to me I think I’d like.” He moves to look at her with a raise eyebrow. “Within reason of course.”

“Wanna get on top?”

“Sure.”

He pulls out and shifts to sit up against the headboard. She was a little surprised since most guys liked to lay flat when she rode them, but she wasn’t going to watch him on it. She swings her leg of his lap to properly sink down on him. When she starts to move he stops her.

“I wanted you on top, that doesn’t mean you need to do anything.” He pecks her lips and thrusts him into her, her mouth forming an ‘O’. “Deeper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She licks into his mouth as he grips her hips to move her on and off his cock. “Fuck.” She whispers in his ear. She was going to come soon, and she knew it. She wanted to hold on a little longer, but she also just really wanted to let go. “H-Harry, fuck, I-“

“Go on, come, Y/N.”

She cries out into his neck, tugging his hair maybe a little too hard. She just misses the moan he lets out as he spills into the condom. They stay there like that for a moment before she gets off him.

“Bathroom?” She says, reaching for the shirt he was wearing earlier.

“Just down the hall on the left.”

“Great, thanks.” She slips out the door and Harry gets his boxers on after throwing the condom out. She comes back in and shines her flashlight on the floor to find her clothes. “It’s really late, you can crash if you want.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” She says. “I’ll sleep better in my own bed. Besides, the last thing I need to run into any of the students on my way home in the morning.”

“Do you, um, work at the university?” He hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Yeah.” She tugs her jeans on and snatches her shirt from the floor.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you message me after matched?”

“Oh.” She blushes. “I don’t know…I like doing these things in person better.”

“Me too. I only swiped to see if you did.”

“So, you’re not, like, seeing anyone else?”

“Not on the regular, no. What about you?” She shakes her head no at him. “Do you want my number?”

“And what would I do with it?” She smirks.

“Use it to give me a heads up if you’re coming to the bar or…or if you just want me after one of my shifts.” She bites her bottom lip and hands him her phone. He puts his number in and texts himself. “Can I give you a ride home or anything?”

“No, I’m parked right out on the street, actually, but thank you.”

“Well, let me at least walk you out there.”

“Okay.”

Harry throws on some sweats and leads Y/N out. He walks her down to her car, and he presses her up against it, kissing her before letting her go. Once her car is out of sight he heads back up to his room. He wasn’t sure how often they’d communicate, but at least he knew if she didn’t feel like waiting for him in the bar, they could just plan it out better.

Y/N didn’t want to come off as greedy or clingy. She didn’t want to text him every time she felt like getting railed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his dick, or how he used it. He was careful and aggressive all at the same time. She could tell he respected her, maybe all women in general, just by the way he would check in. It was a wonder to her how no one else was fucking him, well, maybe they were. Just because he said he didn’t have anything else on the regular didn’t mean he didn’t have an assortment of numbers in his phone. The following Saturday night she couldn’t sleep, and before she even had a chance to text him, he texted her.

Harry: you up?

Now, usually a text like that would make her eyes roll out of her head, but it was nice coming from him. He was clearly up because it was one in the morning and he was working. If anything it was courteous.

Y/N: yeah

Harry: how come?

Y/N: couldn’t sleep

Harry: maybe I could come tire you out when I get off work

Y/N: you know, I love a home remedy as opposed to taking a pill, so that sounds good to me, I’ll text you my address

Harry: 👍

Y/N bites her bottom lip and springs out of bed. She wanted to tidy up a little before he got there. Maybe they could just fuck on her couch or something. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him in her room just yet, but it might not be up to her when he gets there. She’d let him fuck her where he wanted. She wanted to make herself look cute, but she wasn’t sure how much he’d really care. She decides to change into a tank top and shorts as she waits for him.

Around 2:15AM there’s a knock on her door, jolting her awake from the couch.

“I’m getting too old for this.” She says as she rubs her eyes. She gets up and opens the door for him. “Hi, Ha-mph!”

He cuts her off by cupper her jaw and kissing her. He kicks her door closed, and picks her up.

“Sorry I’m late, where’s your room?” The girl simply points him in the direction of where to go and she lets him carry her there. “I even tried to leave early, but these idiots were causing problems.” He says as he gets his shoes and socks off, along with his shirt. “I had to break up this fight and it was a whole thing.” He unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor.

“No worries, I figured you’d get here eventually.” She shrugs and works on getting herself naked. “You promised to help tire me out, after all.”

“That I did.” He smirks and pulls her towards him for a searing kiss.

Harry pushes her back on the bed, and kisses down her body. Her skin felt soft and smelled cocoa butter, she must have put lotion on before he got there. He looks up at her just as he reaches her naval.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Eat you out.”

“Oh! Um, only if you really want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Well, yeah, but only if you want to also. I don’t like when guys just do it to do it, you know?”

“I can assure you that’s not the type of guy I am.”

“Okay.”

He kisses and sucks on her inner thigh, marking her up, and then he licks a flat stripe up her center. He does this a few times, just getting a feel for how she tastes, and then he swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit.

“Shit.” She breathes. “Found it pretty fast.” She pushes some hair out of his face as he smirks up at her.

“S’not rocket science.”

Before she can say anything she’s gasping as he sucks on her clit. She gets a grip on his hair as she grits her teeth. He works her up, almost to the brink, and then he drags his tongue around her folds. He licks into her center and she cries out from the warm feeling of his tongue. His thumb rubs circles into her clit as continues to give her the best head she’s ever had. Every time he moaned against her she moaned louder. She couldn’t believe he was enjoying it so much. Her legs were starting to shake around him and she just wanted to close him in around her, but he had his other hand pressed firmly on one of her thighs to keep her open.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Her back arches off the bed as she comes on his tongue. He laps her up before kissing up her body. “Let me put my mouth on you too.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lays down next to her. “But come sit on me and I’ll do you at the same time.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N feels giddy as she situates herself over Harry’s head. She leans forward to get him out of his boxers. His hard dick slaps back against his stomach. She spits into her and grips him. She feels him jolt underneath her and she chuckles. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to concentrate on giving him a blow job while he was slurping away at her again, but she’d do her best. She gives him a few pumps before wrapping her lips around his tip. He groans into her and squeezes the backs of her thighs. She sinks lower on him and bobs up and down. She has to dig her nails into one of his thighs to keep herself from gagging on him. She decides to focus on sucking his tip and pumping the rest.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He tells hers, but she doesn’t let up. He starts panting and fingers her because he just can’t use his mouth on her right now.

“Oh, fuck, don’t’ stop.” She pops off him to say and then goes back to sucking him off.

She comes around his fingers just as his hot come shoots up into her throat. He hears her gulp as she swallows and then she licks his tip clean. She rolls off him and giggles, he giggles too, and she props herself up on her elbows to look at him.

“What?”

“Think that’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.”

“Chalk it up to being lightheaded.” He sighs. “Just give me a minute, and then I’ll fuck you.”

“If you’re too tired, we don’t have to-“

“M’not tired, I just need a second.” He gives her ankle a squeeze.

“Want some water?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

She gets up and quickly shuffles into her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a sip first before going back into her bedroom. She hands it to him and he thanks her. She knees onto the bed and sits next to him.

“You have condoms?” He asks.

“Mhm.” She reaches over into her bed side table takes one out.

“Alright, I’m ready if you are.” He says, taking it from her.

“If I lay on my stomach, will you get on top and fuck me from behind?”

“Uh, yeah.” He clears his throat. He liked a girl that was blunt and forward.

She smiles and gets on her stomach for him. He parts her lips and slides in, she was still plenty wet. She groans into her pillow as he rocks in and out of her. He snakes his hand between her and the bed to rub her clit.

“God, you’re so attentive.” She says, looking over her shoulder at him in amazement.

He smirks at her and gives her a bum a smack before pushing her head back down into the pillow. His chest was flush with her back, and they were moving in a perfect rhythm with each other. She was white knuckling her blankets feeling the damn about to break again.

“Oh, shit, fuck, Harry!” She cries out as she comes again. He gives her a few harsh thrusts before he fills the condom up. Once he pulls out she rolls onto her back. “Trash is over there.” She breathes, pointing to the can in the corner.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” She gets up and slips out to use the bathroom. He’s just pulling his boxers on when she comes back. She throws on a large tee shirt to cover herself up a bit.

“Tired now?” He smirks at her.

“Very.” She chuckles. “Um…it’s, like, almost four in the morning…you can stay if you don’t feel like driving.”

“Oh, um, that would be great actually…if you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

Harry nods and stands up.

“Bathroom?”

“Just outside the door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N hadn’t let a guy sleep over in a while, but it would only be for a few hours, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Harry comes back in a few moments later smelling like mint.

“Used some of your mouth wash, hope that’s alright.”

“It’s fine.” She smiles and gets settled into bed with him. “Well, goodnight.”

“Night.”

She rolls over and he turns with her, spooning her. She adjusts into him, getting especially comfy, and before she knows it, she’s drifting off, and so is he.

The next morning, Y/N wakes up to the sounds of Harry rustling about getting his clothes on.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” She yawns with a stretch of her arms. “Do you want me to make some coffee or…?”

“No, I’m gonna crash when I get back, I just wanted to get out of your hair.” He runs a hand through his hair. “That was fun, last night.”

“Mhm.” She smiles and curls up in her blankets. “It’s been fun every time.”

“What if, uh, I mean, would you want to make this a regular thing? My schedule is the way it is, so relationships are tough, but this…is easier.”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t want a relationship right now, but having sex with a hot guy is certainly something I’d like to continue doing.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” He smiles and knees onto the bed to peck her lips.

“What time does your shift usually start? Not that I don’t love waiting up until after two in the morning, but I’m not usually awake that late.”

“Oh, right, um, I usually go in around seven. I help out at the end of the dinner rush. Get the place set up and all that.”

“I usually get out of work around 4:30 most days…”

“I typically have Sundays and Mondays off too, just FYI.”

“You know, I think this could work out well.” She smiles.

“So do I.” He kisses her again before getting off the bed. “I’ll text you later, or, I don’t know maybe you could text me first.” He says sarcastically.

“I was actually going to text you last night, but you got to me first.” She giggles.

“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “See ya later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Harry.”

“You’ve been exceptionally chipper lately.” Y/N’s colleague, Lilly, says at lunch on Monday.

“I’m getting laid, that’s why.” Y/N was close with Lilly, it wasn’t unusual for them to have a conversation like this.

“Oh? With who?”

“Do you ever go down to the Yard Dog?”

“The bar where all the students go?” She laughs. “No.”

“Okay, well I go there when my friends come to visit because it’s nostalgic for us, you know? Anyways, there’s this bouncer that works there…and one thing led to another one night and I fucked him in the back office of the building.”

“Oh shit.”

“I know! And then we matched on Bumble a little later, so I went to the bar again, and I waited for him and we fucked at his place, and then the other day he came to my place. We have a regular thing going now.”

“Damn…is it the British guy?”

“Yeah! His name is Harry, do you know him?”

“Yeah, I recruited him for the MBA program.” Lilly worked with international students at the graduate level. Y/N worked in grad admissions as well, but at the domestic level. “I told him to look for a job down there, guess he listened.”

“He’s nice enough, quiet, and sort of intimidating, but he’s nice to me.”

“Well, that’s all that matters.” She laughs. “When do you think you’ll see him again?”

“I don’t know…I was thinking of texting him to come over tonight because he doesn’t work on Monday nights…is that too eager?”

“No way. It’s been established that you’re using each other for a specific service, I say go for it.”

“Right, like, it’s just sex, it’s not like I need to make him dinner or anything.”

“Don’t offer him any food at all. As soon as you share a meal with the person you’re sleeping with, it becomes more.”

“Shit, you’re right…good call.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

After lunch Y/N goes back to her office and contemplates texting Harry. It really shouldn’t be this difficult, they agreed to make it a regular thing, she should be able to just let him know what she wants.

Y/N: hey, Harry…are you free around 7 tonight?

She sent it, and took a deep breath. It’s fine, this is fine.

Harry: I can be, my place or yours?

She nearly squeals when she sees the response.

Y/N: could we do mine if it’s not too much trouble?

Harry: no trouble at all, see you then

“I could give him some wine or something.” She says to herself. “I know I’ll need to have a glass.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what she should wear. Should she stay in her work clothes, which she looked awfully cute in, or should she put something sexier on? Would he even care? She groans to herself as she goes to change into a nicer set of underwear. Maybe he’d appreciate some lace.

“I should really go shopping for some lingerie.” She huffs. Y/N did, however, have a silk robe, so that paired with the lacey underwear would be good enough.

She goes into her kitchen and gets two glasses down, and fills one just under halfway with some sweet red wine. She takes a generous sip, and sighs. There’s a knock at the door, and she goes to answer. She has to keep herself from drooling when she sees him. He was dressed so differently. Usually he was in all black, but tonight he was wearing a long sleeve blue shirt with the first few buttons undone, and a dark blue pair of jeans. He was wearing a black jacket to tie the whole thing together along with a beanie.

“Hey, come on in.” She smiles as he steps inside.

“Getting bloody cold out.” He says as you close the door. “You look cozy.”

“Cozy?” She pouts at him.

“Cute.” He says as he shrugs his jacket off. She unties her robe to slightly reveal how little she has on underneath. “Sexy.”

“Much better.” She giggles. “Would you like a glass of wine or anything?”

“No, thanks.”

He grabs her and holds her from behind. He kisses her cheek, her jaw, and then her neck. She cranes it to give him better access, and he walks her over to the couch. He slides her robe off and turns her around.

“Very sexy.” He pecks her lips. “You wore this for me?”

“I just wanted to look nice.” She starts unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “Let’s go to the bedroom, it’s comfier.”

Harry nods and follows her in. He cups her jaw as she undoes his pants, and he licks into her mouth. She palms him over his boxers, and he bucks closer into her hand.

“Really wanted my dick tonight, hm?”

“Mhm.”

She puts her hands on his hips and pushes him to sit down on the bed. She sucks on his bottom lips and kisses her way down his stomach until she’s on her knees in front of him. She tugs his boxers off and looks up at him as she wraps her lips around his tip. He runs a soothing hand through her hair and keeps it out of her face for her. She sinks lower on him before popping all the way off and taking him in her hand. She brings her lips back to his tip and just rubs it around her low lip before licking over his slit.

“Feels amazing, Y/N.” His head rolls back momentarily, but he doesn’t want to miss a second, so he forces himself to look back down. “I don’t wanna wait to fuck you…”

She sucks on him a little longer before getting back up. She takes a condom out from one of the cups of her bra and hands it to him as she wiggles out of her panties. She unhooks her bra and lets it drop to the floor. He grabs her hips and turns her around. She sits in his lap as he lines himself up and she moans out. He reaches around front to rub her clit while she moves up and down on him. She turns to face him and she licks into his mouth. She swallows a groan from him. His other hand kneads her breast, and he kisses on her shoulder, biting down just enough to make her gasp. Her head rolls back to his shoulder.

“H-Harry.” She whimpers.

He thrusts up inside her, and she loses all control. She lets him move her, bounce her, whatever she wants. His fingers on her clit felt incredible. Y/N had hooked up with plenty of guys, but Harry was so different. He was attentive. He asked the important questions, and nothing more. She didn’t need to get to know him other than his body, and he felt the same way about her. This was perfect.

“Y/N I’m gonna come.” He grunts into her ear.

“M-me too.” She pants.

She feels him fill up the condom just as she’s coming around him. He peppers her neck and shoulder with kisses before he helps her off of him. She grabs a tee shirt to throw on while he grabs all of his clothes to get dressed.

“Thanks for coming by.” She says as she walks him to the door.

“Thanks for the invite.” He smirks as he gets his beanie back on.

“I felt bad since it was sort of short notice.”

“Gave you my number for a reason, didn’t I? Never be afraid to use it.” He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her in for a kiss. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” She smiles and so does he. He leaves shortly after that.

Y/N finishes her glass of wine, takes a shower, and puts herself to sleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Things continued you like that for a few weeks. Sometimes Y/N would go over to Harry’s before his shift for a quickie, or if she could stay up, he’d zip over to her place after his shift. If it was a particularly late night, they would sleepover, but other than that they wouldn’t. Not that the either didn’t offer, they were both polite people.

“You seeing that girl again this weekend?” Niall says to Harry as he whips up dinner on Thursday.

“No, I have a weekend intensive, I’m getting an elective out of the way.”

“Are you still working?!”

“I am tonight, but I have Friday and Saturday night off. I couldn’t pass up the tips on ladies night.”

“I hear that.” Niall sets a plate of pancakes in front of Harry.

“Thanks.” He takes a bite. “Do you think I should let her know I won’t be around this weekend?”

“Like ahead of time?”

“Yeah, like, what if she texts me expecting me to come right over and I can’t? I’d feel bad.”

“You could just sext with her.” Niall smirks as he takes a bite of his own pancakes. “You said she was pretty good at that.”

“She’s better than good. She’s a fucking wordsmith.” Harry smiles. “But I’ll be working on the rest of the projects for class, so I won’t have time for that either.”

“So give her a heads up, then no one needs to feel rejected.” Niall shrugs.

“Maybe I should tell her in person, I’m a gentleman after all.”

“Or you wanna bone one more time before having to focus on school.”

“Let’s go with both.”

Harry: wanna come over quick before my shift?

Y/N: god yes, stressful day at work, definitely need the distraction

Harry: cool, come by whenever

“She’s coming over, make yourself scarce.” Harry says to Niall.

“You got it, I’m actually going down to bus some tables for a little extra money.”

Y/N comes over to Harry’s about twenty minutes later, and barely gives him a chance to say hello before she’s kissing him. He carries her to his room, and finally gets a breath in.

“How do you want it, Y/N?” He says against her lips as his hands slide down to her ass.

“I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

Both of his eyebrows shoot up.

“Shit, you really did have a stressful day, huh?” He caresses one of her cheeks.

“Yeah, I did.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I didn’t come here to talk about it.”

He kisses her again and starts undoing her pants. He knew what she needed, and he was happy to give it to her. Normally he would have taken more time to prep her, but he really did need to be quick so he wasn’t late for work. Once they’re both naked, and he has a condom on, he bends her over his bed, and pushes inside her. She clutches at the blankets as he slams in and out of her.

“Just like that, fuck, Harry!” She moves her ass back against him to feel even more, and it makes him moan out.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He grunts. “Like it when I give it to you like this?”

“Yes!”

“I want you to come for me.”

“I’m really close, just keep going.” She was starting to pant and squirm.

“Yeah? You’re close?”

“So close, I..oh fuck!”

She releases around him, and he spills into the condom shortly after. He pulls out and helps her stand up. She faces him and wraps her arms around his neck. She slots her mouth over his and he groans into it.

“Fuck, I…I wanna go again, but it would look bad to be late when I live right here.”

“No, it’s okay, um…I’m gonna be busy this weekend, like, I’ll even barely be on my phone.”

“Me too, actually, it’s why I invited you over tonight.” He smiles and steps back to throw the condom away. She starts putting her clothes back on.

“How kind of you.” She laughs as she wipes the smudged makeup under her eyes.

“Feeling better?” He asks as he puts his own clothes on. The ones she’s more familiar with.

“Yeah, thanks.” She smiles. “It’s too bad you have to get right to work.” She puts her hands on his shoulders. “These black shirts look too fucking good on you.”

“Really? I always thought it was the tight jeans.” He smirks.

“That too, your ass is perfect.” She gives him a little pinch and pecks his lips. “Guess we’ll just talk next week?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Okay, have a good weekend.”

“You too.”

Harry sighs happily as he goes into his bathroom to fix his hair before his shift. He grabs his jacket and heads down to go outside and starting manning the door. It was the same as ever, lots of pretty girls flirting with him, and him having to turn half of them away because they’re underage. Later on Harry and one of the bartenders to take bets to see who Niall was going to take home later.

“What about you?” Ryan says. “Gonna try to get lucky?”

“Nah, got my fill earlier.” Harry says as he wipes down the bar with a rag. “Plus, all these girls are wasted, you know I don’t play that.”

“True, you’re definitely one of the good ones.” He claps his hand on Harry’s shoulder and gives him a squeeze before going to grab more empty glasses.

Harry didn’t see it like that. Guy or girl, if someone was drunk, he declined any offer he got. It just didn’t feel right to him.

Y/N had the day off from work Friday, but only because she had a weekend intensive for grad school. It was an elective she was trying to get out of the way. All of the other classes she had to take were online, but she thought it would be nice to just get this over with in a weekend. It would be a class of twelve people, she just hoped it wouldn’t be awkward.

She gets into the building, and finds the classroom. A couple of people were there already. She finds a spot to sit down and set her things up. There was a poster that was due on the first day. Weekend intensives involved a lot of prep work. She gets her laptop out and sips on her coffee.

Harry was exhausted. He didn’t get off work until nearly 2:30 because people didn’t want to leave the bar. When his alarm went off, he was not looking forward to spending the day with a bunch of people he didn’t know. He was interested in the subject matter, and almost excited to present his poster, he just could have easily done it all in an online class. His eyes were too tired for contacts, so he goes for his glasses. He throws his beanie on, a sweater, and a nice pair of jeans, and heads out. He grabs a cup of coffee before heading for the academic building. He walks in and scans the room. There were a few people there. His eyes widen when he sees Y/N. He wasn’t sure what do. Should he ignore her? Should he sit next to her? Before he can decide she happens to look up and make eye contact with him. He sighs and makes his way over to her table and sits down.

“Thought you just worked here.” He says as he sets his things down.

“I do…but I’m also in grad school. I’m taking this as an elective.”

“Same here. What program are you in?”

“Education, you?”

“MBA.”

“Nice.” She nods. “And here we were thinking we wouldn’t see each other all weekend.”

“Mm, lucky us.” He smirks.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” She rests her chin on her palm.

“Something tells me we’re going to get to know each other fairly well in the next forty-eight hours.” He leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. “You okay with that?”

“I don’t quite think I have a choice. It’s not the end of the world, it’s sort of nice to know someone.”

“Yeah, we could grab lunch or something.” He says it nonchalantly as he takes his laptop out of his bag.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Or something.” She winks at him and he smiles as he rolls his eyes.

The professor comes in shortly after, and has everyone sit in a circle. Everyone explains what program they’re in, why they’re in grad school, and what career aspirations they may have. Y/N and Harry were already learning a lot about each other. For example, he thought it was extremely ironic that Y/N recruited students to come get their grad degrees, and she herself didn’t have one yet.

Next, the professor had them all work on a craft project. They had to build these towers that had all these different components. They could listen to their own music and just work away. Harry and Y/N occasionally glanced at each other, but they did their best to focus.

“Okay everyone, it’s time for lunch! Afterwards, we’ll come back and present our towers.” The professor says.

They look at each other awkwardly.

“Our break is an hour and a half.” Harry says to her.

“I don’t need that long to eat, do you?”

“Nah, well…” He smirks at her and she blushes.

“I don’t live that far from here, um…if you wanna just come to my place to eat.”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “Want me to drive, or?”

“No, I can.” She grabs her keys and he follows her out.

Once they’re in Y/N’s apartment, he’s got her laying on the couch with his head between her legs. She tugs at his hair as she squirms underneath him.

“I-I thinking you were hungry than you let on!”

He groans against her in response, and slides two fingers into her as he sucks on her clit. He looks up at her/ She looks down at him, confused for a moment, and then her mouth falls open when he slides a third finger inside her. He pumps them in and out of her slowly to not hurt her. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit, and she tugs harder on his hair.

“H-Harry!” Her back arches as she comes. He sits up and licks his lips, and his fingers, before undoing his pants. He tugs them down enough to get his dick out. “Condom.” She breathes and points to the side table.

“You keep them in your living room now?” He chuckles as he reaches into the drawer to get one.

“Are you making fun of easy access?”

“Not at all, you’re resourceful.”

He rolls the condom on and moves to hover her. He pushes inside and she wraps her legs around his waist. He bites her bottom lip and sucks on it as he rocks in and out of her. He bottoms out and she gasps. He smirks against her lips and keeps thrusting into the same spot.

“Oh my god.” She moans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Right there?”

“Yeah, right there, don’t stop.” Her breathing gets heavier, and he can feel her tightening around him. She cries out as she comes, and he follows suit.

On the drive back to campus things are quiet, but not uncomfortable. They both head into the classroom, and sit down. Harry takes out the lunch he packed and digs in, Y/N does the same. Once everyone is back, the professor has the class present their towers. It was an oddly emotional experience. Some tears were shed, and there was no judgement whatsoever. Y/N was stunned when it was Harry’s turn. He got choked up when he had to talk about his family. It was just him and his sister. They both needed a change of scenery, so he came to get his grad degree in the states, and she moved to France. That was about all he was willing to say, which was fine.

After the towers are done, there’s a quick bathroom break, and then they get into the poster presentations. Harry found Y/N to be extremely intelligent. She clearly knew what she was talking about. He briefly wondered how such a smart, beautiful girl could be single. Then again, he knew how little free time there was while working full time and going to school. He knew he didn’t have time for a relationship, anyways. Nor was he emotionally available enough for one, but that was a separate story.

“I want to thank you all for the wonderful work you did today. Nothing to work on tonight, as I know today was draining. Tomorrow, we’ll be talking about the readings that were assigned ahead of time.”

It was 8PM, and Y/N was exhausted. Harry happened to park in the same lot as her, so he walks her to her car.

“That was better than I was expecting.” She says.

“Yeah, wasn’t terrible. Sort of flew by.”

“I can’t wait to crawl into bed and just pass out.”

“Same here.” He hits the unlock button for his car. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiles. “Thanks for the afternoon delight earlier.”

“Please, it was my pleasure.” He winks and opens his car door.

“Harry, wait, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“You live above the bar right?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Well, it’s bound to be pretty loud, how will you sleep?”

“Noise cancelling headphones.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was thinking you could come back to place if you wanted.”

“Thought you were ready to pass out.”

“I feel like I’m so exhausted that I won’t be able to sleep.” She laughs. “Would be nice to be able to roll over and have the person there that’s usually good to make me fall asleep.”

“I like the way you think. Let me just grab some clothes from my place and then I’ll head over.”

“Sounds good.”

Harry comes over to Y/N’s, and needless to say after a couple rounds they both sleep pretty well. He was snuggled up against her when her alarm goes off.

“I need to shower.” She yawns. “Feel free to sleep a little longer.”

“I could go for a shower, actually.” His hand drifts down between her legs and she starts rubbing her folds.

“Please tell me you wanna fuck in the shower.”

“I wanna fuck in the shower.”

“Race you!” Y/N kicks the covers back and sprints to her bathroom. Harry wasn’t too far behind.

Once they’re in the water, he has her pressed up against the wall. He fingers her, slow at first, and then he picks up the pace. She wraps her hand around him and pumps him at the same time. Her other hand squeezes at his chest, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. They come at the same time, and then take turns actually showering.

Harry gets dressed while Y/N is still in the bathroom, doing her morning skin care. He stands in the bathroom doorway for a moment.

“So, I’m gonna head out, you good?”

“Yeah, go on.” She waves him off. “See you in a little while.”

“I’m gonna grab coffee, do you want anything?”

“No! No, um, that’s okay, I’ll just make my own here, uh, thanks though.”

“Alright.” He shrugs. “See ya.”

Harry sits next to Y/N again in class. She enjoyed listening to him speak about the readings. She shouldn’t be surprised at how articulate he could be. Sometimes when they sent explicit texts her would write these paragraphs describing the things he would do to her.

It was another long day. This time around, Y/N was truly exhausted, and wasn’t in the mood to fuck, so she doesn’t offer to Harry to spend the night again, not that he was expecting her to. He walks her to her car, and they say goodnight.

Sunday was a half day, and time for reflection on their final papers. As they were packing up at the end of class, curiosity takes over Y/N.

“So, how many more credits do you need?”

“Not sure, honestly. I just know I have another year and half. What about?”

“I have, like, five more classes to take. I can only do a couple per semester. I’m done until end of January, which is nice.”

“I wish more of my classes were online. I have a class that meets twice a week in the afternoons, so my break won’t start for another few weeks.”

“Do you…see your sister often? Like, will you spend the holidays with her?”

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this.” He says as he slings his bag over his shoulder. They start walking out together.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestures between them. “I sort of like that we don’t know a ton about each other. It makes it easier just to meet up and do what we do, you know?”

“Oh! Yeah, I completely agree…I just…” She stops when they reach their cars.

“You’re a compassionate person, I can see that. I do see my sister. We FaceTime when we can, and we take turns visiting. I spend the holidays with my roommate, he’s one of the other bouncers. I’m going to France for a bit this summer when I’ll have more free time. Any other questions?” He smiles at her.

“Nope, that’s about all I wanted to know.” She smiles back. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

Mike: the boys are coming to town this weekend, be ready to get fucked up!

Y/N: god bless, I love boys weekend!

Y/N goes over to Mike’s Friday night, and they all pregame before heading to the bar. As they approach, she realizes she forgot to give Harry a heads up that she was coming. His eyes widen when he sees her.

“Where’s your coat?” He asks immediately.

“I…didn’t need it.” She blushes.

He rolls his eyes as he checks everyone else’s ID’s.

“It’s cold out…” He frowns at her. “And you’re wearing a crop top and jeans.”

“Don’t worry, dude, we’ll keep her plenty warm.” Drew says and throws an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go.”

She giggles and goes inside with her friends. It puts a sour taste in his mouth. Obviously he didn’t own her, and he knew they had to be just friends, but he wondered if she had a past with any of them.

Y/N and her friends do three rounds of tequila shooters before hitting the dance floor. Harry was at the point of the night where he was inside the bar helping out. One of the bartenders snaps her fingers at him and points at two idiots who were demanding to be served more. Harry grabs Niall and they make the people leave. When Harry gets back inside he sees Y/N on the dancefloor grinding against Rob, and Conor. They were all laughing, but he didn’t like what he was seeing at all. If she needed something to grind against, all she had to do was ask.

“I’m gonna go to the ladies room!” She shouts at them, and leaves the dance floor to go wait in line.

She sees Harry and who she assumes is Niall walk by everyone and pound on the door. Harry kicks the door open and finds three people doing lines off the bathroom counter.

“Jesus Christ.” Niall groans. “You can’t be doing that in here!”

Harry and Niall grab the guys, and they struggle at first, but they get them out of the bathroom.

“Now we have to fucking call the police.” Harry says as he basically picks one of them up by the back of their shirt. “Tom’s gonna love this.”

“Doing fucking drugs in the bathroom, grow up boys.” Niall says and Y/N watches as they get them out of the bar.

“Holy shit.” She says to herself.

Around last call, Y/N sees Harry behind the bar cleaning up. She goes up and sits down on one of the few open stools. She taps her finger nails on the bar and he looks at her. She pouts and bats her lashes at him.

“You can come up later, but I’m not fucking you.”

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

“We’ve had sex before after I’ve been drinking.” She scoffs.

“Not like this, you’ve had a lot. I saw the tab.”

“So then why would you want me to come up if we can’t fuck?”

“Because…I…where would you go otherwise?”

“Back to Mike’s.” She points over at her friends. “We do, like, a group sleepover when they come visit, it’s fun.” Harry scrunches his face slightly at that. “What?”

“You all stay in the same bed?”

“No, don’t be silly, I usually end up sleeping in Mike’s bed with him, and one of the other guys. We did it a lot when we were all in school together.”

“Is that all you did?” Harry plants both of his hands on the bar and cocks his head. “With them?”

“Are you asking me if I’ve ever slept with one of them? Because that’s really none of your business.”

“From the way you were dancing with them I didn’t even think you’d be looking to go home with me.” She starts giggling and smiling at him. “What?”

“I just didn’t you could get any cuter, and here you are being a jealous little thing.”

“I’m not jealous.” He scoffs.

“Really? So it wouldn’t bother you if I went back with all of them, and tugged one of them into the bathroom with me, and got all hot and naked?”

“Nope.” He smirks. “Because you’d be thinking of me the whole time, babe.” He leans forward and pecks her lips. “Or am I wrong about that?”

“So I can really come up when you’re done?”

“Yeah, but no hanky panky.” She bursts out laughing at that.

“I am totally down to just cuddle.”

“Better tell them that.” He nods towards the group of boys and she turns around. She waves goodbye to them and they all give her a thumbs up. “They’re a supportive group, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Y/N was doing her best to stay awake, sipping on some water at the bar, while Harry was running around cleaning up. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment when she feels his hand on her back.

“M’all set.” He says.

“Okay.” She yawns. “Think I’m sober now if you wanna get a little frisky.” She wobbles a bit as she gets on her feet.

“Mhm, yeah.” He chuckles. “Come on booze-bag, let’s get you up to bed.”

“Heyyy, don’t be mean.” She swats at his chest. “I only drink like this when my boyfriends come to town.”

He rolls his eyes as he helps her up the stairs to his apartment. He gets her into the bathroom first, using a warm washcloth to help take her makeup off. She giggles and sighs as he does so. Harry could be really gentle when he wanted to be. He gives her some privacy when she needs to use the toilet, and then he leads her into his room.

“Alright, you can have the Kiss shirt for bed.”

“Oh, my favorite!”

He chuckles and helps her out of her clothes, and into the bed shirt. He strips down to his boxers and gets into bed with her. She lays her head right on his chest.

“Why didn’t you wear a coat tonight?”

“I got drunk at Mike’s and felt too warm to wear it when we made our way to the bar. Why do you care so much?”

“I saw on the news once that a lot of college girls get sick or get hypothermia from not dressing warm enough on their ways to parties or whatever. It’s scary.” She shifts to look up at him. He moves some hair away from her face. “I got nervous when I saw you walking up.”

“You were worried about me?”

“A little.” He clears his throat. “But to be fair, I worry about everyone I see dressed like that.”

“Mm, nice save.”

“Shut up.” He smirks. “You’re only here so I can fuck you in the morning.”

“Got that right. You could fuck me now if you wanted.”

“No, I couldn’t.” He strokes her cheek. “It wouldn’t be right.” He says softly. “Try and sleep, yeah?”

“Okay.” She mumbles and nuzzles into his chest.

He plays with her hair until her breathing evens out. He rolls over onto his side, and he feels her tighten her hold around his stomach. It had been quite some time since Harry let someone spoon him, but right now it just felt nice. He puts his hand over hers, just to give her a comforting squeeze, but she ends up lacing her fingers with his. He doesn’t pull away, he just lets it be. He knows he’s fucked now, of course, but he tells himself he’ll worry about it after some sleep.

Part Two

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games n' sex | ksj drabble

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; game date sounds perfect, until it slowly turns into something more and you and your boyfriend are ready to take another step in your relationship

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff, smut

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: strong language, protected sex, virgin!jin, virgin!reader, nerd!jin, they're both kinda nerds, fingering, first time sex, jin has a huge dick (can't believe I just wrote that)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.6k

a/n: commissioned by the amazing @hyacinthgrrls! this was supposed to be 3k but it ended up being longer😳 thank you for your patience!!

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“So, tell me again, why are you wearing those glasses?”

Your boyfriend asks without even looking at you, eyes too focused on the screen that’s in front of him as he clicks the computer mouse repeatedly.

“I look like a nerd with them,” you answer, snorting when you see him from the corner of your eyes giving you a side glance. “And I look smart in them.” you add to clarify, glancing back at the screen of your own laptop.

You’ve been dating together for six months, but doing nothing and playing games is still one of the best dates. You’re able to enjoy yourselves, get frustrated together and then laugh it off. Someone would call the two of you nerds, which you probably are, but not that you or Seokjin care.

“You’re a nerd,” he points out, screaming out of pain when you repeatedly smack his arm. “No, no, no! I lost! Why would you hit me?” he whines frustredly, a satisfied smirk appearing on your lips as you see a big ‘game over’ on his screen.

“You called me nerd.” you tell him, raising a brow as he innocently shrugs his broad shoulders.

“You could’ve just wait until the round is over.” he mumbles, causing you to glare at him but even if he noticed it, he ignores you and starts another round.

That little shit. He’s teasing you, he knows how much it annoys you when he ignores you. The little twitch of his mouth says it all and you groan, clicking your mouse furiously.

“This is such a bullshit, I don’t know how to play this. We should’ve played The Sims or GTA, not whatever this is called.” you roll your eyes when white big letters ‘game over’ appears on your screen as well.

“First of all, The Sims and GTA are lame. And Fortnite isn’t lame, it’s one of the best games on the market right now. How can you be so disrespectful?” he scolds you, causing you to sigh in annoyance.

“You didn’t think of The Sims as lame when you were literally competing with me who will build a better house. It seemed like you enjoyed it more than I did.” you point out, remembering when you were playing the mentioned game just a few weeks ago.

“I wasn’t competing!” he exclaims, his neck getting red which causes you to raise your brow in obvious disbelief.

There are three reasons when his neck gets red. When he’s got too much attention, gets frustrated or when he’s lying. It’s obviously the third option and it’s quite amusing to see he’s still trying to stand up for himself, when the two of you know you’re right. It’s always funny whenever he gets worked up over something so silly.

“You even danced when you claimed that your house looks better!” you exclaim, laughing when he stutters over his words but doesn’t have anything to say back, so he shakes like a scared dog before he lets out a sigh of defeat. “See, I was right.” you still mutter, ignoring the glare he gives you this time.

He turns back, his attention focus on another round which makes you whine and shut your laptop. “This game is no fun.”

“You’re saying that because you don’t know how to play it,” he points out, making your eyes roll even though you know he’s right. “Come here, I’ll show you.” he says, patting his lap as he slowly pulls away with a desk chair to give you a better space.

“Fine, but if I’m not good at it we’re gonna play something else.” you grumble, standing up to sit down onto his lap which is surprisingly even more comfortable than the desk chair you’ve been sitting on for forty minutes.

Of course, it is more comfortable. This is your extremely handsome boyfriend we’re talking about, every chance you get to be closer to him is exciting. Even if it’s him showing you how to play one of his favorite games.

When you finally find the right position on his lap, Jin pulls the chair closer to his desk so the two of you can see the screen clearer. Jin sets a new game, a set of characters filling up the screen as he clicks on a random character.

“Why would you choose her? I want Thor.” you point towards the character that symbolizes one of the Avengers.

“Why him?” he asks, tone laced with curiosity as he clicks on him and chooses him for the game instead.

“He’s hot.” you shrug, causing your boyfriend to snort at your honesty and answer.

“Because he’s hot? You know he’s just a character, right?” he snickers, straightening himself as if he’s the one playing this round.

You know he’ll enjoy giving you tips and explaining this game to you. He loves to do that even when you can play a certain game just fine, without his constant tips and advices.

“I didn’t mean him as a character in this game. I meant Chris Hemsworth, obviously.” you roll your eyes, causing him to snort.

“Since when do you like Chris Hemsworth?” You can’t see him, with you being turned with your back to him, but you can hear the frown on his lips clearly.

“I don’t,” you shrug, “I just love him as Thor. Have you seen him with his hammer showing off those strong arms and when he creates storm with all the lights—“

“Okay, okay. I really don’t wanna hear my girlfriend gushing over some guy who plays a fictional character,” he mutters behind you.

You giggle, ready to tease him about him being jealous and it’s absurd how this topic got into your conversation in the first place, but just as you’re opening your mouth your boyfriend shushes you.

“Now pay attention, the game is starting.” he says, eyes already swallowing the whole screen as he starts giving you instructions.

Ten minutes later of Jin's constant talking, mixed with whining and yelling whenever you lose, you’re the one who whines. You were just getting a hang of it and then your character got killed, and you don’t even know how that happened. Jin’s frustration is the only thing that keeps you entertained, you just love how worked up he gets over a game. After another ten minutes, you’re finally able to play the game without any kills of your character but even then, Jin doesn’t remit himself from his sudden orders and exclamation. When you finally kill a fair amount of enemies, you jump in delight and excitement completely oblivious to Jin’s grunt and hands on your hips.

“Princess, calm down.” he mutters behind you, only causing you to turn around and shift in his lap. Again, he glares at you looking through his thick eyelashes.

“What’s the matter? Did you see that? I’m practically a pro at this game!” you exclaim in excitement, doing a funny dance which causes him to curse underneath his breath.

“Jesus fuck, stop moving.” he pleads, causing you to stop as you frown.

Confusion laces your make-up free features, before you finally feel it. His covered bulge that’s hardening, poking you in the ass. When realization hits your face, you gasp loudly as you stare at your boyfriend with open mouth. He blushes, avoiding your gaze as he tries to play it off with a cough but that only makes you grin at him. You barely get to see him so shy and embarrassed, although there’s nothing embarrassing about this.

“Are you getting hard?” You don’t mean to tease him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed, but you can’t help it but to feel a sudden rush of excitement rushing through you. A different kind of excitement than you winning a round.

“Can we just ignore this happened? I’m freaking embarrassed.” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against your back so he hides his flushed face from you.

“Why? You don’t have to be embarrassed, Jinnie.” you tell him, hand reaching behind to stroke his thick black hair.

“I just got hard over you squirming in my lap, I think that’s a valid reason to be embarrassed.” he says, voice muffled by your back as you giggle.

“Why? I find it hot.” you shrug, causing him to snort in disbelief. He doesn’t believe you, you’re just trying to make this better and not to embarrass him.

And to prove your point, you squirm yourself again this time intentionally, making sure you aim at his hardening length that makes him wrap his arms around you.

“Y/N,” he warns you, trying to stop you but you only press even more making him gasp.

Even you can feel yourself getting aroused from the lack of friction, but just the thought and the littlest feeling of his dick rubbing against you drives you crazy.

“Don’t start something we won’t finish.” he tells you, groaning when you roll your hips against him.

Even the music from the game is completely ignored by the both of you. Thank god, you’re not calling and playing with Jungkook or Yoongi. If they heard the two of you, they wouldn’t let you live. They often tease you about your sex life, just because they’re two dorks who likes to embarrass you and Jin. And you’re usually the one who seems to be confident, opening your mouth to tell them something and turn the topic around, so they’re the ones who are left embarrassed. The truth is, you and Jin haven’t had sex yet. There’s no particular reason behind that, you just never talked about it openly and you thought he doesn’t want to have sex yet. You want it to happen naturally, you don’t need roses and everything planned like in those teen snappy movies. Your desires are often taken care of as Jin pleasing you with his mouth or fingers or you giving him a handjob or a blowjob. As much as Yoongi and Jungkook think the two of you probably play games rather than have sex, that’s not completely true. Yes, you do play games. A lot. But that doesn’t mean you and your body isn’t screaming for Jin. You’re patient and there was never a reason to bring that specific topic, not when you satisfied yourselves just fine without him actually sticking his dick into you. Maybe it’s taking longer because you’re both virgins. Even you giving him a handjob and blowjob used completely new to you. Just like him using his mouth and fingers. It took some time to learn each other’s bodies but you love how natural it all felt. Still does.

“We always finish,” you remark, “I want you.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, and you swear you feel his dick twitching inside his sweatpants. “You want my mouth or fingers?” he asks, letting you rub yourself against his lap as he latches his mouth onto the crook of your neck.

“You,” you gasp, throwing your head back at the feeling of his mouth and dick. “I want all of you.”

You realize what you’ve just said. Your juices already stain your underwear and just the thought of his dick inside you makes you squirm with much more neediness. You don’t even know where is this coming from. You were always okay just with him using his fingers or mouth, or both.

But it seems like you’re the only one who realizes your words.

“You’ve me, princess. You’ve got all of me.” he says against your skin, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck as you circle your hips.

“No, Jin. I wanna have sex with you. Now, like right now.” you tell him, his mouth stopping as he freezes underneath you.

You almost fear you crossed a line or something, and you even stop your movements as you just quickly sit down onto his lap while biting your lower lip.

He shakes out of his shock and shoots a set of questions at you.

“What? All of a sudden? Are you sure?”

Giggling, you take his hands into yours as you play with them. All while still turned with your back to him. “Yes, I don’t wanna wait any longer. If that’s okay with you, of course. I love you, and I know you’re the one for me.”

“If I’m okay with it? Princess, you’ll be the one who gets to be stuffed with a dick. Not me.” he says, causing you to snort.

“Jeez, thanks. You made this better.” you tell him ironically, causing him to sigh as he lifts up your hips and turns you to the side, so he can see at least side of your face.

“No, what I mean is... that this is something you’ve to think about. You’ve to be sure because once it happens, once I’ll take it, there’s no going back.” he tells you, gently tucking his fingers under your chin before he turns your head to face him.

His eyes sparkle with generosity and love, just affirming you that he really is the one.

“You’re acting like you’ve had sex before. You’re a virgin too.” you snicker, pointing out quite obvious fact only two of you know.

“Yeah, well, guys don’t care about their virginity that much. It’s not as important to them like to some girls.” he shrugs, explaining himself.

“Them? Are you saying that it’s important to you?” you question him, seeing him giving you a slight smile.

“It’s important to me that it’s with someone I love. That’s why I waited so long and haven’t sticked my dick to the first girl who offered.” he tells you.

“Can you not like, talk about other girls and how much of them wanted you?” you snort, seeing him giving you a cocky smirk.

Having a handsome boyfriend is a crazy ride. Plus, if that boyfriend is prettier than you. For fucks sake, even men in the shopping center are checking him out.

“It’s not my fault I’m so desired,” he jokes, but stops when he sees you glaring at him. “No, but really. It’s not as important to me as it might be to you, but like I said, I want to have sex with someone I love. And you’re that one for me, I’ve known a long time ago that I wanna lost it with you. I just wanna make sure you really want this.”

“Of course, I want this,” you cup his face into your small hands and caress his cheeks with your thumbs. “I don’t need this to be romantic and all that shit. All I want is you and I feel like right now is the right time.”

“Aren’t you saying that just because you’re wet?”

“Oh my god, Seokjin. No, I’m not.” you roll your eyes, voice raising to prove your point.

“You’re not what exactly? Wet or saying this because you’re wet?” he asks, pointing with his fingers to mimic the two different things.

Letting out a loud whine, you hear him laugh as his whole body shakes. “I’m not saying this because I’m wet. Plus, I think I’m no longer wet after this conversation.” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you look away from your boyfriend who seems to have that one specific shit eating grin.

“Oh, come on. Don’t get mad at me now,” he fakes a pout, nudging your shoulder with his forehead before he gives it a soft peck. “I just really want to know if you’re hundred percent sure. That’s all that matters to me.”

Looking at him, you’re met with the same soft and loving eyes you fell in love with, and you can’t help but kiss him. He’s surprised by your sudden reaction, but grabs your face for a better angle as he starts moving his lips. Your tongues dance together, feeling one another before he gently bites onto your lip although, he does it too harshly and you gasp.

“Ow, fuck, Jin!” you scold him, holding your lip as you feel a metal flavor in your mouth. “Why would you do that?” you exclaim, looking at your wide-eyed boyfriend.

“I’m sorry!” he apologizes quickly, “I was trying to do that thing they do in a movies, I didn’t think I’d bite that hard.” he reasons, softly tugging your hand away as he eyes your little wound.

There’s just tiny blood, nothing major but he still stares at it with saddened gaze. You can’t holding, bursting in laughter which causes him to look up at you confusingly.

“We’re such a losers.” you tell him, still laughing.

He sighs in relief, shaking his head before a tiny smile plays on his lips. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes again.

Waving him off, you let him know it’s okay and you’re nowhere near finished with him. Turning around, you sit onto his lap rather clumsily, but Jin’s strong arms are there to hold before you’re finally seated and facing him. Nudging his tone with your own, you kiss him again. This time, he controls himself and doesn’t try to bite off your lip. He’s more careful, even though he groans into your mouth with neediness. Rolling your hips into his, you go back to your previous movements that lights up the fire through your veins. It feels good, so good that you feel your panties sticking to your heat and desperate for more touch. Understandably, it’s not enough even though it feels nice. But nice is not enough.

Detaching your lips, Jin flickers his eyes open in a silent question of you pulling away. Licking your lips that taste like him, you look at him through your hooded eyes almost pleadingly.

“I need you, Jin. Take me to your bedroom.”

He nods, understanding the frustration and need behind your words. He feels the same and that’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he tightens his hold on you and stands up. Automatically, you wrap your legs around his frame and silence your squeal by pressing your face into his shoulder. Just as you’re about to compliment his strong arms, and how stronger he’s became ever since he started working out with Jungkook, you’re not able to voice out your thoughts when Jin stumbles onto something and almost sends the both of you onto the floor.

“Jin!” you yell, holding him for dear life as he curses and stumbles some more before he finds a balance.

“Fucking slippers. I told you not to leave them in the middle of the room.” he scolds you, causing you to gasp.

“So, you’re blaming me because you’re clumsy?” you ask him, a frown settling on your face as he tries to open the door to his room.

Luckily, he manages to do that successfully without no injury or danger. He walks you towards his bed, softly pulling you down although he still glares at you. “I’m not clumsy, you’re just too messy.” he blames you, causing you to gasp in disbelief.

“I am messy?” you exclaim, finger digging into your chest as you stare at your boyfriend who starts to chuckle before he hovers over you.

He connects your lips in a soft kiss, silencing you with those plump lips that you can never resist.

“Uhm, you’re. But I love you and your messiness.”

You should be offended he thinks of you as a messy person, which you’re not. Okay, maybe you leave things a certain way and forget to put them back to its place, but it’s nothing too dramatic. You know he’s just teasing you and doesn’t take it too seriously.

He’s kissing you, exploring your mouth like it’s the first time you’re kissing, savoring every moment while his hands travel down your body before you urge him to take off your clothes. You don’t have to voice it, Jin understands you perfectly when you lift your hips up and squirm in your place. He smirks against your kiss, loving how needy you are even though his heart is beating so fast against his rib cage that he fears you can feel it too. He can’t believe today is the day he can make love to you.

He’s taking off your sweatshirt first, catching your earring onto the fabric that causes you to cry out as he’s trying to fix it in a panic. Repeatedly, honest but hectic, words of apology leaves his mouth until he finally manages to take it off without ripping your sweatshirt or causing you any harm. He takes off your glasses that have no real meaning, tossing it onto the mattress beside you but they bounce, falling down the floor.

“Jin, those were expensive!” you scold him, trying to see if they’re in one piece but your boyfriend kindly nudges you to your shoulder.

“No, they weren’t. Aren’t they from Bershka?” he shrugs, kissing down your neck.

You’re trying really hard to think, to talk back at him but it’s almost impossible at the feeling of those damn soft and tender lips.

“Fifteen thousand won is still expensive.” you try to argue, knowing how shitty your argument is. They weren’t that expensive, but they’re pretty and it’d be a shame if they broke because of Jin being careless.

“No, it’s not. If they’re broken, which they aren’t, I’ll buy you a new ones.” he tells you simply, causing you to snort at how easy he throws this argument out of window.

“I bought them last year, they don’t have them anymore.” you grumble back, causing him to groan as he’s working on your sweatpants trying to undo your knot.

“Oh my god, woman. Are you gonna argue me this whole time?” he asks in disbelief, eyes flickering to yours before he lets out a chuckle when he sees your smirk.

“Maybe.” you shrug sassily, however he decides to ignore your teasing and yells in triumph when he finally undo the knot.

Taking off your clothes doesn’t take too long, this time with no harm on your part or your clothes, although he still tosses them onto the floor carelessly. You don’t even comment it anymore, knowing it’s pointless and it’d just evoke another round of bickering. You finally understand what Yoongi meant when he said the two of you are fighting like an old married couple.

Jin has seen you naked couple of times, but you squirm underneath his darkened gaze because knowing what you’re about to do feels much more intimate than ever. He notices your tinted red cheeks and your eyes drifting elsewhere, avoiding him. He catches your attention by reaching for your face, caressing your hot cheek as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful.” he says softly, your cheeks flaming even more.

It’s nothing new, Jin makes sure to tell you how much beautiful you are almost every day. But it still brings shots of joy and shyness through your body like it’s the first time he has ever said such thing. Most of the time he tells you you’re beautiful in the most inconvenient time. Like that time when you were sick and he surprised you with a warm soup, seeing you with a greesy hair and red nose while snot kept running down your nose.

“Go away, I look ugly.” you told him that time, covering your face with a thick blanket.

But he just laughed you off, shaking his head before he slowly put down the blanket and exposed your sweaty face. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

He told you and even though you didn’t believe him, considering how awful you looked back then, the honesty that was in his eyes is the same one he holds right now.

His words of love and honesty sends relief rushing through your body and you allow yourself relax, not wanting to feel any discomfort that he’s seeing you naked. Jin’s fingers travel down your neck, slowly touching your chest before he moves down your stomach. Every move he makes, his eyes flicker to yours as if he’s checking your reaction, and it warms your heart. Biting onto your lower lip, you take a deep breath when his fingers hover over your heat.

“Open up for me, princess.” he whispers, not budging as he waits for you to react. He gives you space to back out, this is different than all the times you were intimate together, so he’s extra careful with each move he makes.

However you don’t need him to be extra careful, of course you appreciate it, but you’re hundred percent sure of this. That’s why you spread your legs and allow his eyes to see your glistening core. His breath catches in his throat and he almost starts to choke but he plays it cool, gulping furiously with widened eyes. It makes you giggle, finding his reaction natural and amusing. Also, it strokes your ego quite a lot knowing the sight of your heat makes him react this way.

Spreading your folds, he starts rubbing your wet pussy while biting onto his lower lip. Moaning, you spread your legs even more to give him more space especially when he starts kissing your thighs. He drinks you in, looking up at you through his hooded eyes and thick eyelashes, all while peppering your exposed skin with soft kisses and fingers spreading your wetness. He sinks his finger in, cursing when he feels your walls clenching around his single digit. Circling onto your clit with his thumb, he leans down before he latches those plump lips replacing his thumb. Arching your back from the mattress, you gasp when he starts making out with your clit, while still pumping his finger. Your juices leak out of you, embarrassingly almost too much, but you don’t seem to care. Your attention is solely on your boyfriend and how much he pleases you. He takes the opportunity to sink another finger in, penetrating your tight hole even more. It feels so fucking amazing and you plead him for more.

Your attentive boyfriend, whose goal is to make you feel good, listens to you and adds another finger. This time, you feel the stretch even more and you moan loudly when he curls all three fingers inside you. He rubs your velvety walls, picking up the pace until your legs are shaking and he recognizes as a sign of approaching orgasm. Ten more pumps of his long fingers, the knot in your stomach loosen up and you’re letting go, finally cumming around his fingers that rides you through your orgasm.

He takes that time, and the fact your cum is stripping down his fingers and your heat, he adds another finger. You gasp, his name leaving your mouth at the sudden pressure.

“I know, princess. I just need to stretch you out some more.” he says, deciding to pull out when he sees your face scrunched in discomfort.

Flickering your eyes open, you look at your boyfriend who takes his glistening fingers from your cum into a mouth. He cleans them off, making sure he’s looking straight into your eyes as he does it. You gasp, slowly sitting up as you lean towards him and connect your lips. He yelps in surprise into your mouth, not expecting you to kiss him so suddenly but he welcomes it. The fact you’re kissing him despite where his mouth just was, and that you can taste yourself on his tongue, drives him insane as he groans into your mouth. Your hands travel down his chest, caressing him through his shirt when you slowly pull away.

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” you comment quietly, biting your lip when you see his smirk. “We need to change that.”

And you do. He helps you taking off his clothes, your eyes and hands too busy touching his broad shoulders that you’ve always admired. His movements are quick and he doesn’t show how horny he is to finally feel how it feels like being inside someone. No, it’s not like that at all. He takes off all of his clothes slowly, kissing you every now and then as you urge him to keep going. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to stop him any second. Not because he wants to stop, but because he’s thoughtful enough to make sure you still want this. Warmth spreads all over your heart and when the last piece of clothing is taken off, which happens to be his boxers, you pull him closer and kiss him passionate and hard.

He’s surprised, but kisses you back with the same intensity. You can feel the love through your kiss, it’s magical. You’ve never felt about anyone this way, and it’s not just because he’s your boyfriend. But even when the two of you met, he was such a spectacular person that sparked a light of interest inside you.

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly, as soon as you pull away.

Shrugging, you smile at him. “I just love you so much.” you admit, his features softening even more as he pouts for some reason.

“I love you too, my princess.” he says, kissing you again before you’re laying down and spreading your legs.

Gulping, he looks at your heat before his eyes are back staring into yours. “Are you, really like, really sure about this?”

“You seem more nervous than me. I’m the one who is gonna be stuffed with your dick, after all.” you tease, hearing him groan causing you to shrug.

He’s the one who said it like that. You’re just repeating his own words.

“I’m serious about this, Y/N.” he tells you softly, but his voice still holds some kind of seriousness that makes him even hotter.

He’s so fucking hot, you can’t believe he’s your boyfriend. From his beautiful black hair that almost fall into his eyes that adds major points to his sexiness, to his naked form that shows how broad and muscular he is. He’s no bodybuilder, but you can see his fit stomach and biceps that are definitely proof of his hard work of working out. And his intelligence and the dork side of him, just adds to his sexiness. It’s an interesting combination but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“If you really ask me that one more time, I swear— yes, Jinnie, I’m sure about this.” you sigh, appreciating that he’s so thoughtful and constantly checking up with you.

As much as you appreciate what he’s doing, you’re too horny and you want to feel him. There some kind of nervousness because well, you’ve never experienced what you’re about to do. But you’re rather excited and giddy, wanting to take this next step, both in your life and relationship. It feels right.

“Okay.” Is all he says, adding a special softness into his tone as he pulls away and gives you a perfect sight of his hardened length.

Gulping, you almost forgot how long and thick he is. It definitely sends a wave of arousal and nervousness at the same time to your body. Luckily, Jin doesn’t notice your widened eyes and the way you dryly gulp as he reaches for the nightstand beside your head. If he noticed, he’d surely ask you the same question he’s already asked too many times.

When he shuts the drawer with a loud thud, louder than you both expected causing you to flinch, he sheepishly grins and apologizes but you just shake it off with a quick wave of your hand. Your attention is back onto his hardened cock that slaps against his stomach, while your boyfriend’s hands are too busy opening up the condom wrapper. Slowly sitting up, his eyes flicker to yours but are back to the silver wrapper completely oblivious about your next step. As soon as you wrap your small hand that barely hugs his length, he gasps and jerks forward in surprise.

“Come on, keep going. Open it.” you urge him, slowly squeezing him as he gulps and nods.

However, he seems to grow even more frustrated when he can’t open it even with using his teeth causing you to laugh.

“What the hell? I can’t open this.” he complains, cheeks red and evident frown decorating his face.

Hiding a snort, you take the condom from your frustrated boyfriend’s hands, opening it up with ease. Arching a brow at him, you smile when he shyly coughs and tries to hide the same red tint that his cheeks have. Although, before you can tease him a little bit over the fact he really has condoms in his nightstand, since you really haven’t planned this, you notice something different.

“Extra large?” you ask, studying the wrapper with widened eyes as they turn into a mere smirk. Looking up at your boyfriend, you don’t see the look that you expect him to have.

You expect him to be cocky, confident because despite of his nerd and dorky personality, this man can really find his confidence in the most bizarre situations which makes you love him even more. Guys are usually confident about their dick size.

Aren’t they having some comparison competition of their dicks size?

But not your boyfriend. His cheeks seem to get even more red while he innocently shrugs.

“Ah, it’s... nothing.” he murmurs, causing you to chuckle.

“It’s nothing? You’re gonna rip me in half.” you exclaim, giggling when you see the terror in his deep brown eyes.

“No! I wouldn’t— we don’t have to continue.” he sulks back, trying to hide his aching length with hands over it but he’s doing a poor job at it.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” you assure him, cursing yourself for teasing him. It’s not the right time to do that. “I was just joking,”

Kinda. There really is a chance he’s not going to fit.

“Come on, Jin. I’ll be fine, I’m waiting for you.” you tease, waving him with a condom before you hand it to him.

Slowly, he takes it and gulps when you lay back and spread your legs for him. You watch him clumsily putting it on before he’s checking if he’s done it properly. He’s so cute, yet sexy when his muscles flex with each movement.

When he’s pleased with himself, he hovers over you and kisses you slowly. You melt into the kiss, nothing else on your mind than your boyfriend’s lips and him as the person you love the most. Gasping into his mouth, you’re surprised when you feel his hand over your heat before he dips his three fingers in and scissors them while he’s trying to do the best to penetrate your hole again.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your lips, but doesn’t pull away entirely. “I gotta do this.” he says, pumping them all over again.

This time, he’s trying to penetrate you even more than the first time and it takes two minutes until you’re falling apart again and having the second orgasm of the day. You’re more than aware that you probably won’t have any orgasm during the actual sex. Your cum leaks down Jin’s fingers as he pulls them out but doesn’t put them in a mouth this time. Through hooded eyes, you watch him smearing your cum all over his length that’s securely wrapped in a condom that glistens from your juices. Your pulsating heat clenches around nothing, finding this extremely hot and exciting.

When he hovers over you again, you know it’s time. His hands on both sides of your head and eyes locked into yours, he licks his plump lips as he opens his mouth. “You ready?”

You nod, stuttering over your words knowing he wants to hear you say it, rather than give him a nonverbal answer. “Yes, ready.”

Jin takes a deep breath, which comes out shaky before he wraps his hand around his length. Giving himself a few pumps, your cum a perfect lubricant to make the act easier, before he’s ready to enter you. However, he doesn’t expect you to jerk and yelp so loudly that he backs away immediately with a terrified look.

“What’s-what’s wrong?” he asks right away, staring at your closed eyes and red cheeks.

“That was my... other hole,” you scold him, “you were about to...”

You don’t need to finish for him to understand what he’s done and what you mean before his own cheeks are back to red color. Along his neck that shows his embarrassment even more.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought— I’m such an idiot.” he sulks, almost ready to cry as you chuckle at the situation and reach for him.

“No, just be careful.”

His head snaps up, eyes staring at you. “You wanna keep going?”

He sounds genuinely surprised. Poor guy, he probably thought you don’t want his dick anywhere near you. Not after he almost entered into a wrong hole, the whole situation is ridiculously funny despite of your heart hammering in your neck from the fact it could all go wrong.

“Of course,” you assure him, hiding a smile that he still notices. “Just be careful, make sure you... y’know...”

Oh, fuck. Since when do you get this awkward?

“Ah, yeah, of course.” Jin nods before he hovers over you all again.

This time, his eyes stay attached to his length while he makes sure he enters you well.

The first second of his tip poking your clit makes you shiver, your whole body ready to take him while you can’t believe you’re about to lose your virginity. And the fact it’s with someone you love deeply, it makes it all even more special.

When you feel him against your heat, ready to push in, you hold your breath while you’re trying to keep yourself relaxed.

“Oh fuck,” you curse, already feeling him stretching you even though he’s not even in.

He eyes you carefully, moving when you give him a short nod to let him keep going. With each gasp and inch he pushes in, he really makes sure he can continue as he starts filling you in. Tears prickle in your eyes, the stretch seems almost too unbearable while you feel like you’re being ripped in half. When Jin tells you that he’s not even halfway in, you almost cry out loud but you’re doing your best trying to control your reactions. You know as soon Jin would see you struggle to take him too much, he’ll back out immediately. His hand goes back between your legs, shaky fingers circling your clit as he’s trying to make this more bearable for you. It helps, not too much but it’s definitely better since there’s at least some kind of friction. As soon as he’s all way in, and he doesn’t fail to inform you about that, you finally let out long and shaky breath that you were holding. The feeling is so weird, not comfortable at all, but bearable even though you feel like he’s poking your stomach. You look down, eyes widening when you see an evident bulge of your stomach that’s Jin’s dick. He looks down, cursing at the sight as he goes to kiss you.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” he praises you, letting you adjust to him while he whispers praises all kind to your ear.

This is it. You’re not a virgin anymore.

You don’t feel any triumphant feeling because of it, although there’s so much love inside your heart knowing you’ve taken this huge step with your loving boyfriend.

When your arms and legs are wrapped around his much bigger body than your is, you tap his back telling him to move. He looks skeptical but nods as he starts pulling out. You cringe at the feeling, breathing through it before he slowly enters you again. He repeats this, making the feeling and tension better even though you can’t feel any pleasure yet.

It’s an instinct, his body telling him to go faster and harder on you, but he’s controlling himself so much. All because of you. He doesn’t want to hurt you and even though, he knows you’re not enjoying this as much as he is, he’s trying to do his best to make this memorable for you.

He doesn’t know that it already is pretty memorable for you.

When you start to feel the slightest pinch of pleasure, you let out a soft gasp mixed with a moan that Jin recognizes right away, he lets himself relax more and does what his body tells him to. He starts thrusting into you with more swift and steady thrusts, which after a few seconds turn into faster and needy ones. Face burrowed into the mattress that’s right underneath and beside your neck, he’s grunting and falling apart with each second. Caressing his back, you coax him and tell him how amazing he is, how much you love him.

“I love you s—“

“A-aaaahhh,” he cuts you off with a low and loud moan, his body stopping all of a sudden as his hips jerk before his heavy body crushes you.

He fills up the condom, chest heaving with harsh and fast breaths like he just ran a marathon.

Did he just cum?

You let your boyfriend stay like that until he fully recovers from his orgasm, still recovering yourself over the fact it took him three minutes to cum. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, especially after he just discovered why everyone praises sex so much. He understands now.

Pulling out of you, he lifts himself up as he sits onto his knees and stares at you with flushed cheeks and shy gaze. “I’m sorry.”

You frown in confusion, slowly sitting up as well, ignoring the ache between your legs and emptiness that Jin has left there. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I-I thought I’d last longer, you didn’t even cum.” he murmurs embarrassingly, sliding off the condom with a cringe while he tosses it into bin that’s in the corner of his bedroom.

He avoids your eyes, slowly sitting back into his previous spot as he wishes he could just bury himself.

“It’s okay,” you tell him softly, reaching for his hand thag you caress gently. “I came twice. Please, don’t worry about it.”

“But you didn’t even enjoy it!” he exclaims, suddenly growing frustrated why you’re so fine with this.

He’s so fucking embarrassed and the look in your eyes screams pity.

“How do you know that? I enjoyed that, Jin, trust me. Maybe I didn’t cum or was screaming out of pleasure, but this was the first time we were doing this. The feeling was so foreign but I know it’ll get better next time, and then better and better, until we can’t get enough of it.” you tell him, coming closer to him as you bump your foreheads before you kiss him.

He doesn’t object, letting you kiss him while he kisses you back before you pull back and he sighs.

“Are you sure?” he mumbles softly.

“Of course,” you nod, “Three minutes aren’t that bad. I thought you’d last less to be honest.” you comment causing him to glare at you.

“Y/N!” he exclaims in embarrassment, trying to hide his face but you don’t allow him to, gripping his hands tightly in your smaller ones.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” you laugh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe we’re not virgins anymore.”

For some reason, Jin smiles and stares at you. As you’re about to ask him while he’s staring at you, he beats you to it and his soft voice resounds in the room.

“Me too, and I can’t believe we hadn’t planned it as well. It just happened and I can’t believe it did. I love you.” he confesses.

“Aw, come here, I love you too.” you gush, reaching for another kiss which he gladly gives you.

“But I still can’t get over the smell of sex.” he scrunches his nose as he starts sniffling which makes you snort.

“Well get used to it,” you pat his shoulder, standing up.

You don’t care that you can feel his eyes on your naked ass, silently admiring your body you used to be insecure about. Turning around, he tries to masks the fact he really stared at your ass but fails miserably as usual.

“We’re not gonna play Fornite or other games that much anymore.” you smirk, crouching down to pick up your glasses that for Jin’s sake, are untouched with no damage done.

“No games?” he asks with open mouth and doe eyes, causing you to snort.

“Who’s the nerd now?”

“I’m not nerd!” he says, standing up as he helps you to pick up your clothes.

“Whatever you say,” you mumble, teasing him which you do successfully when you see him pouting from the corner of your eyes. “But I could really play another round of fornite after we take a shower.” you suggest, his eyes lightening all of a sudden as he nods.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he calls out in a complete excitement as he rushes to the bathroom that makes you snicker.

“Nerd,” you mumble, not expecting him to hear you.

“I heard you!” he yells, obviously hearing you.

A soft smile plays on your lips as you put your glasses on top of his desk, following your boyfriend to the bathroom.

The whole day is spent with you two playing games, ignoring messages from your friends before you go for a round two.

But it’s not Fornite or any game that Jin can gush about.

Because you happen to be the only thing he loves to gush about, and his determination to make you feel good and understand how making love really feels, is his next task that you happily obey.

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, begging, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, very slight dirty talk, slight hints of jealousy, very brief moment of spit play, oral (f. receiving), breast play, cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking/hickeys, cussing/mature language, angst, cuddling/after care, mentions of car accident/death, insecurities, unanswered questions, dont really know wtf this is or where it’s going, love triangle mess

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

The Uber ride is silent, and part of you started to question whether or not you should continue. But, before you could really talk some sense into yourself, you had arrived at Jin's house.

You remember him dropping his address into your text thread after Chance's death anniversary, in case you ever needed anything. For which specific reasons, you had no idea what. Maybe for times like these? You were beginning to think this is what he planned all along.

As you slowly walked up to the front of his perfect family sized home up in Orinda, you felt a little weird seeing his car and what you assume is Grace's car. You also remember him briefly saying Grace would be in New York, but you double check your receipts just to make sure [on some serious hoe shit]. If anything, you could just make up some weird, bullshit excuse and run away, right? Pull the drunk student card. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to.

You ring the doorbell once and stand there awkwardly. You didn't hear any movement in the house, although the lights were on, so you hit the doorbell once more, the cold settling into your skin as the minutes go by. This was the moment you started to really question your decision. Like what the fuck, Y/N? What are we—

Lo and behold, Jin answers the door. He looks like he had just hopped out the shower since he showed up in sweats, a white longsleeve and damp hair.

"Sorry, I just hopped out the shower." He steps aside to let you in, almost like he already expected you to show up.

"It's alright." You fiddle with your fingers.

"It's freezing, are you cold? Do you want a sweater?" You look down at your leggings and the thin sweater you grabbed.

"I'm good, thanks." You say softly as you follow him deeper into the house. It's quiet for the most part, and you feel incredibly awkward walking behind him like a lost child. He stops in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Water? Or anything to drink? Eat, even? I might have something I could whip up for you really quickly." You chuckle.

"No, don't worry."

"Soooo, wanna tell me what you're doing here Y/N?" He chuckles at you.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jin."

"Can't help it since Jungkook doesn't seem to live here." He smirks, his hands now dug deep into the pockets of his sweats. You can't help but marvel at the sight of his long, veiny arms and the way his collarbone is poking out from his longsleeve. Oh, the thought of his hands wrapping around your neck.

"Ha-ha, very funny." You say sarcastically, crossing your arms.

"Just going along with your game." He's now closer and towering over you, subtly biting his bottom lip as he looks down at you. "You have fun with my stepbrother tonight?"

"And if I did?" At this point, your knees are buckling and you're about ready to pounce on this man with the way he's been acting.

"So then let me ask again - what are you doing here, Y/N?" His voice slightly deepened as his finger rose your chin for you to look him in the eye.

"Why ask when you know?"

"Cause I wanna hear it."

"You really wanna hear why?" You say, almost at a whisper.

"Yeah, I do." He edges his face closer to yours, the lust very apparent and strong as hell between the both of you. "Or you can show me." You suddenly can no longer hold yourself off, forgetting the events that played out until this moment. You instantly throw your bag aside and jump onto him, kissing him as he wraps his arms tightly around you to hold you up. He doesn't break the kiss as he's making his way up to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the bed, taking off his shirt before aiding you with yours. You bite your bottom lip as you gush at the sight of his upper body, your panties feeling more soaked by the minute. You wanted every bit of him, and you were ready to get filthy, fulfilling every need Grace couldn't. He snatches your leggings off, tossing them across the room. His large hands are feeling down your entire body as he deeply kisses you. His lips move down to your jaw, then down to your neck, his tongue swiping across your skin before nipping and sucking on the surface to leave his mark. You let out a moan while your hands are in his hair.

"Fuck me, Jin. Pleeeease." You mewl as he's sucking on each breast, his tongue toying with your nipples before gently sucking and nibbling on them. He makes his way down your stomach and to your inner thighs, his long fingers hooking onto your panties and shoving them aside.

"God, Y/N. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to fuck you." He says lowly before he lowers his mouth onto your wet pussy. He instantly swipes his tongue down your folds, sucking all the wetness that leaks out. You let out a breathy moan when the sensation hits you, sending chills and goosebumps down your body. He inserts two digits, biting his lip at the sound your pussy makes every time he curves upwards and picks up the pace.

"Ohhhhh my god." You moan as you slightly arch your back and palm your breasts, toying with your own nipples as he continues to finger you and suck on your clit like no tomorrow. "Mmmmmm, fuck!" You almost yell as one hand is gripping the sheets, trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, but this man was really about to make you cum right at this moment.

And so he does. He makes you cum so fucking hard your body needs to be held down from how bad you're trembling. All you want is more, and he knows you want more. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, ready to line himself up with your entrance but you take his cock in your hand and jerk him off for a bit. His cock is long, and the perfect thickness. His tip red and angry, pooling with pre-cum that your thumb is swirling around and playing with. Your free hand is grabbing his other hand and inserting the two digits he used to finger you into your mouth, sucking each digit slowly. He can't even fucking bear this sight right now, or else he'll probably blow his load right onto you. His eyes are rolling to the back of the head and all he can think about is fucking you so hard that the headboard almost breaks the wall.

He wanted you so fucking badly, and you were being the biggest, dirtiest tease.

You finally insert the tip into your entrance, gasping and smirking at how good it'll feel when he completely fills you up. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, completely bottoming out until he's thrusting into you harder than you imagined. Your body is moving upwards, titties shaking and bouncing from how hard he's going. One hand is gripping your thigh tightly as you wrap your legs around his torso, the other is around your neck.

"Jin! Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again." He groans, closing his eyes as he continues to thrust hard, going deep every time he pulls back, hitting your core with the sudden movement.

"You think my brother can make you feel this way?" He lets out breathily.

"N-no." You whine, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming sensation.

"Seemed like you thought so earlier." He has this look in his eyes, the same look he had when he was hungry for you at the club. Except this time, it was ten fold more being he was in between your thighs, fucking you until he couldn't anymore. And honestly, this shit was boosting his ego because Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger all night and he hated it. Jungkook was a really good looking dude, who was good at a lot of things, and Jin couldn't help but feel a little competitive against his own sibling.

But here he was, getting you all to himself.

"N-no!" You beg. "Only you. Only you can make me feel this way. Please make me cum." He groans, his thumb now working circular motions onto your clit until you're letting your climax take over your entire body once again. You're so out of breath at this point, but Jin doesn't stop and instantly gets you on your fours. He swipes his hand down your pussy, making you suddenly jolt at the sensitivity. You feel his spit dribble down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch. It was obvious Jin was letting out this pent up sexual tension or whatever the hell it was, but you honestly couldn't care less. He could use you all he wanted, especially if he made you cum the way you did just these past two times.

At first, he was gripping your hips, holding onto you as he hammered into your pussy from the back. You started following his movements with his, making him pause just to feel you move along his cock. He gives your ass cheek a good smack, causing you to yelp at the heat pooling at the spot. He grips your ass, spreading it just enough to continue burying himself deeper into your core.

"Just like that." You moan. "Hohhhhhgod, just like that!" You're almost crying. He grabs a hold of your hair, tugging it back so that he can see your face.

"Let me see you play with yourself." He spits out. You reach down for your clit, your hands rubbing in circles as he continues to fuck you and tug on your hair. You let out a loud moan, the headboard really damn near about to create a dent into the wall. "Yeah, that's it. You're fucking naughty." He says in your ear. You feel yourself spiraling for the third time tonight, and this third time has you weak, causing you to collapse down onto the bed as he continues to thrust into you and fill you up with his seed, his hand pressing your face down against the bed ever so slightly.

"Ohhhhggfuck!" You groan, twitching at the last minute aftershocks running through your body. The only sounds filling the room are you and Jin catching your breaths. He slowly slips out of you, grabbing a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up before cleaning himself up and throwing on his sweats and shirt.

"You okay?" He slightly chuckles, handing you one of his shirts to slip into. You weakly get into it, running your hands through your hair and fixing yourself up. Your panties and bra are still off to the side, along with the clothes you came in.

"You wanted to know why I was here, right?" He smiles, his cheeks tinted a rosy color.

"I'll get you some water, but is there anything else I can get you?" He asks, holding onto the door frame, fine as fuck doing the bare minimum. You shake your head and he disappears out of the room.

You can't believe this happened. So much for keeping distance. But did you regret it? Honestly -absolutely not.

Jin comes back with two glasses of water and sets yours on the nightstand next to you, which also has a picture of him and Grace. Ironic. He sits right next to you on the edge of the bed, watching as you yawn before sipping some water.

"Tired?"

"Yeah, it's been a really long night."

"Tell me about it, Miss 'I'm trying to keep my distance from you.'" You shake your head.

"Yeah yeah, keep it up. It's exactly what I want." You sarcastically joked.

"I'm kidding." He places a hand on your covered leg and gently gives it a squeeze. "For the record, I'm happy you swung by."

"I am too, but I should probably make my way home soon."

"What? No, stay. It's late. Plus, you're tired."

"A-are you sure? I-I mean, I don't wanna--" He shakes his head to cut you off.

"I honestly would really like you to. Besides, I don't know why you expected me to let you go back home this late." It was weird. You honestly thought he'd fuck you then send your ass home, but here you were, cuddling into his sheets and getting warm. But this was Jin - the same guy who didn't go home until you had a chance to spill out your feelings and made sure you were okay. The exhaustion hits you, being that it's 3-4am or something like that, you don't even care to know.

"Okay." Is all you say, sinking deeper into the sheets that smelled like lavender Downy detergent.

"I just need to clean up a few things, alright? Go to sleep. I'll be back in a minute." You quietly nod as you lie on your side, examining the photo on the nightstand. Fantastic job keeping up with your end of the deal, Y/N. Although your friends would probably make jokes about it at first, they'd be so disappointed beneath the surface.

You shake your head and turn the other way to erase your thoughts. You start to feel comfortable, enough to the point where you find yourself falling asleep pretty quickly.

Meanwhile, Jin is cleaning up his kitchen and living room before shutting off the lights and heading back upstairs. By the time he's back in the room and shutting off the bedroom lights, he sees you fully asleep. He smiles to himself and slips into the bed, careful to not wake you, but he's unsuccessful as he feels you stirring and getting closer to his body. Jin welcomes it, throwing his arm around you and allowing you to snuggle up onto his chest, gently running his fingers down your sides. Your skin felt like butter.

"Are you not sleeping yet?" You mumble into his chest.

"I'll sleep soon." He says softly, flipping through the channels on the TV in front of him.

"It's late, though."

"It's a Sunday morning. I'll be okay." He smiles at how cute you were being. "Go back to sleep, cutie."

"Hmph, suit yourself." You say, making him silently laugh to himself. Attitude still on na-na even half asleep. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and brings the covers up to make sure your entire body is covered completely.

This.

This felt right for him, no matter how fucking bad or wrong this all went down. No matter how he tried to look at it, or anybody else. He felt deeply for you after tonight and there was really no way of hiding it. Why shit came about this way, he won't ever truly understand, but he always looked at you as some sort of sign. Some kind of blessing in disguise. He knew what he wanted for himself. He had to do what was right for him, whatever that meant. He was the only one who could truly understand.

You shot up from the bed, grabbing your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. You had just experienced the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, the only part of it you remembered was seeing Chance behind the wheel as soon as the truck came head on first.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jin asks in a deep, sleepy voice, slightly raising his head and eyes barely open. You feel his hand against your back, gently caressing it.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Bad dream?" He's now yawning and sitting up against the headboard, his fingers still lightly caressing your hips.

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head.

"I just saw Chance behind the wheel before the oncoming car came on head first."

"I'm sorry." He says softly as he pulls you in.

"It's no big deal."

"Wanna make sure you're okay, though." Is all he says. He doesn't press you for details, or anything along the matter and simply sits there in silence, caressing you and holding you close. He knew you and Chance had a strong relationship, just based off of the way you talked highly about him, and that it was taken away from you unexpectedly. He wouldn't expect you to be completely over it. He would never understand the pain or how it feels, but he could do his best to be here for you. "You know I'm here if you need me."

"I know. Thank you." He smiles.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure."

"I'll cook something." He places a small kiss on your temple before getting up to get this Sunday started. You took a couple of deep breaths, still a little shaken up from the dream you had. But, you brush it off and get up to meet Jin downstairs. You slip on your panties, still walking around in Jin's shirt, and pass by his walk-in closet only to see Grace's clothes against one wall. You suddenly start to feel weird, so you hurry on by and get downstairs before you could start falling into a rabbit hole about your feelings. Jin was already at the stove, whipping up some eggs and getting some waffles into the toaster. He looked good doing so, his shirt doing a damn good job of outlining his back muscles and broad shoulders. You honestly wouldn't mind another round of last night.

You sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island and fiddle with your bag to grab your phone. It was still pretty early, so it wasn't surprising to see no texts from either of the three. You were sure you were going to hear from Ryujin soon, and you were going to make sure you would be home by the time she called. Hopefully, at least. However, there was a text from an unknown number, and your heart slightly sank when you realized who it was.

[unknown number] 3:02am: had a lot of fun tonight. probably the best birthday yet. thanks cutie :) hope you got home safely.

Jungkook.

"Friends blowing up your phone?" He raises his eyebrow as he watches you stare at your phone. You slightly chuckle and tuck it aside, making a mental note to respond when you got home. Yup. This shit is messy already.

"Not exactly, thank God." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "Sorry about earlier, by the way."

"Sorry about having a bad dream? Y/N, don't worry about it."

"And thank you for letting me borrow your shirt and for cooking breakfast." Jin smiled as he began to plate your food. It was the little things that he appreciated, the little things like the way you said thank you for everything.

"Of course." He walks over to your side and puts the plate down in front of you. You raise yourself up a bit in order to kiss him on the lips, knowing you weren't gonna stop that kiss right away. "Your. food." He spits out in between kisses, making you laugh.

"Okay, okay." He chuckles as he sits next to you, digging into his own plate. The both of you start talking about plans for the day and week, with no mention of Grace even though you knew your alone time with Jin would come to an end. No discussion about what this was, or what you both intended for this to be, especially in the long run.

"Why don't you come and stay the night again?"

"I got some work to do." You pouted.

"Then bring it over."

"Bring it over and then what, get distracted by you all night?"

"Maybe." He smirked.

"Mmmm, we'll see." He pouts.

"Fine, I'll let you do your own thing." You chuckle.

"You're a baby."

"I just got you to myself." You shake your head and quietly poke at your food. Suddenly, you felt the need to ask the question. You were just dying to. Like.. what now? What happens when Grace comes back? Nothing? You didn't know what to expect, you should've known this couldn't be much with Grace being back soon.

"So." You poked at your eggs.

"Hm?" He continued to eat, his cute, bug eyes occasionally glancing at you.

"God, I really don't know how to ask this."

"Just ask, Y/N. It won't hurt." He gave you a small, reassuring toothless smile.

"So, what happens when Grace gets back?" He shrugged. Really? Just a shrug?

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Look, I know I can't ask for much right now but are we just going to continue living our own lives after all this? Are you just going to keep me here with Grace around too?"

"I know I can't promise anything but it's not my plan to keep both of you around like that. I'm going to talk to Grace because I just don't think this is working between us anymore."

"How are you so sure? What if Grace comes back and you realize how much you truly do love her?" You felt stupid for asking but you were also dying to know. Your thoughts were everywhere and right now, it felt like your mind was your biggest enemy. You really didn't know what to do, and part of you [majority of you, really] felt like this was completely and painfully temporary and that he was never going to leave her. He had no plans to. You were just filling this void.

You couldn't be mad at it though.

"Y/N, please don't worry about this, okay? I'll take care of it." You simply nodded, knowing you couldn't settle on this too quickly because you didn't even know what that meant. Maybe, this is what it was. Just this. You couldn't expect more. Besides, you still had Jungkook around. You didn't even know what you were trying to do with that either, cause he was fine as hell. A sweet soul too, with the way he handled you at the club, careful to not overstep boundaries and disrespect you in anyway.

Too bad you were too wrapped up in his stepbrother.

Obviously, these things were never easy.

"Okay." is all you say before you continue to finish up your food. Once finished, you do what you can to help clean up the dishes and the kitchen before changing back into your clothes so Jin can drop you at home.

On the way home, Jin has his hand on your thigh while you looked out the passenger's window. Last night replayed over and over in your head and you had to bite you bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling too big.

"Oop." You say as you jump from the vibration of your phone. "Oh shoot."

"Everything okay?"

"It's just Ryujin, hang on." He nods silently. "Hello?"

"Girl, I'm hungover as fuck. Let's get coffee or walk around somewhere. I need fresh air."

"Sure, I'll be home in a minute, I can meet you up in the next hour or so."

"Where the hell did you go this early?"

"Run errands, workout." You lied. But did you really? You kind of did get a workout in early this morning.

"Run errands and workout after a late night at the club?" She snorted. "Okay. I guess we clearly handle the morning after way differently."

"Yeah, just wanted to avoid the crowd." You glance over at Jin, who's smiling and silently chuckling go himself.

"Mmmkay." She yawns. "Hey, did you ever get that guy's number? I forgot his name." You subtly roll your eyes because you know damn well she wasn't gonna try and make you say Jungkook's name right now. She was drunk as fuck and flirting with Jin's friends when you had given him your number. Of course she couldn't remember for the life of her.

"Yeah, he asked."

"What's his name though? It's bothering me, cause I feel like I knew it all night but now it's not coming to me."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does, especially if you're planning to continue seeing him and throwing your pussy at him." You deeply sigh.

"Jungkook." You take another glance at Jin, but this time his smile had slightly faded. "Look, I'm about to get home, okay? Just text me where to meet you."

"Alrighty, we're continuing this conversation though. See you soon." And with that, the call ended. It was silent for a minute and you were unsure if you should apologize, or bring up the whole thing about Jungkook.

"Ryujin doing okay?" He asks, giving you a small smile. You simply nod and look back out the window without saying anything else. Maybe you both just didn't know how to approach the Jungkook thing. You sure as hell didn't, not around Jin.

You finally get to your apartment building, with Jin sending you off with a quick peck on the lips. You take a long, hot shower before hopping into some warmer and more decent clothes for your walk with Ryujin. You also had just remembered to text Jungkook back now that you were alone.

[y/n] 9:47am: sorry, had such a long night and knocked out. but yes, got home safely. i'm glad you had a great birthday. :)

[jungkook] 9:53am: she's up! goodmorning beautiful. hope you're still down for our date.

[jungkook] 9:54am: (sends picture of him laying down in a hoodie and glasses which makes you smile to yourself cause he's cute as fuck)

[y/n] 9:56am: of course i am. just let me know time and place.

[jungkook] 9:58am: time? yes. place? no. i'll keep it a surprise. :-) is it okay if i call you later?

[y/n] 10:02am: sure!

[jungkook] 10:03am: k, i'll talk to you later then. gotta run errands and stop by my brother's spot really quickly. have a good day today!

Whew, just imagine if you had run into him at Jin's house. What would you do then? Lie and tell him you came over for some homework help? Bitch, please.

The heavenly being above was on your team right now, but you knew that wouldn't last long with all this sinning.

After getting a good, quick shower in, you hurriedly got into your car and drove off to your destination, making it just on time to catch Ryujin stepping out of her car. She already has coffee for you, so you both start walking around Lake Merritt, revisiting last night's festivities and the fun you both had. The cold air was still nipping at your skin, cause you to rub your hand on your neck to try and provide some warmth. Suddenly, Ryujin grips your wrist and furrows her eyebrows at your neck.

"Y/N, what is that?" She points. Then it suddenly hits you - the hickeys Seokjin left on your neck. "Are those hickeys?!" She gasped.

Well, fuck.

"Keep your voice down." You say as you zip your jacket all the way up.

"Did you and Jungkook fuck last night? Is that where you actually were? You didn't run errands or go to the gym early this morning, did you? You actually just ended up going back home from his spot early this morning?" She threw questions left and right, her eyes wide and very suggestive.

"No, no! I didn't go home with Jungkook."

"So, did you guys do shit in the club or something? I'm confused, but also impressed if that's the case cause it's bold. I didn't know you got down like that, but I kind of like it." She pinched your side.

"No." She raises an eyebrow.

"Then why the fuck do you have hickeys on your neck? Who else could you have—" She stops in her tracks, hand over her mouth as she slowly approaches you again. "Y/N, who gave you those hickeys?" You simply look at her, your eyes already giving off the answer. "D-did you hook up with Seokjin?" She pulls out his first name, knowing 'Mr.Kim' was not appropriate for this matter.

"Yes."

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realcube · 4 years

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pillow fights!

characters ♡ bokuto, nishinoya & suna

content warning ♡ fluff, violence, mentions of death & minor injury

kōtarō bokuto

♡ bokuto had been really fixated on practise recently so the time he spent with you was sparse. and what little time you did get with him, he was way too worn out to be his usual, chatty self

♡ finally though, he was able to take a few days off so could make up for the last few weeks with you :))

♡ he took you to a spa resort so you could both relax and spend time together in a calm, non-hectic environment.. but ofc y’all started a pillow fight in your hotel room

♡ so y’all are in your shared hotel room, admiring how soft and comfy the pillows are until he throws one right at your face and it almost knocks you off your feet

♡ he’s on the floor cackling so ofc you take this opportunity get a bit of revenge and smother his face with the exact same pillow he tried to take you out with

♡ you purposefully don’t press it against his face too hard but he frantically squirms underneath you, before suddenly stopping after 10 seconds, pretending to have passed away

♡ unimpressed, you remove the pillow from his face but only so he can see how you rolled your eyes at his poor acting skills, ‘no one dies after 10 seconds with no oxy--’

♡ unbeknownst to you, he had led you straight into his trap

♡ now that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he snatched it from your hands before slamming it down against the top of your head

♡ he doesn’t know his own strength so if you’re not on defence then your head will be wiped clean off hjkxjhkx (/h)

♡ ‘bokuto!’ you yelled through gritted teeth, clenching your fists and gluing them to your side so you didn’t use your knuckles instead of a pillow

♡ he wasn’t a fan of you using his legal name rather than the cutesy nicknames you gave him, so his blood ran cold and his perked up slightly, clutching the pillow to his chest, ‘who is bokuto? you mean ‘kō’ ? you mean ‘babe’ ?’

♡ you couldn’t help but scoff at how he gazed up at you with longing, puppy-eyes, complemented by a pout —as if he was your innocent, sweet boyfriend who didn’t almost give you a concussion a few seconds ago. ‘no. i meant bokuto.’

♡ before he could respond with more whining, you swiped the pillow from his clutches and slapped him across the face with it, to the tune of your chaotic, somewhat sinister laugh

♡ after that, bokuto literally pounced on you with cuddles- it had gone to far, in his opinion. you had gone mad with power so the only way to bring you back down to reality was with hugs <3 plus, he hadn’t found the opportunity to spend quality time with you in ages, so ofc he tried to make the most out of this situation

♡ ‘babe!’ he cried, pressing his lips against your as he picked you up and dumped you onto the bed, jumping on shortly after to smother you with his affection, ‘i missed you!’

♡ your eyes widened, slightly shocked at his sudden change in attitude but you weren’t too surprised as bokuto always ends up doing this after weeks of dedicating himself to work. and honestly, you anticipated it.

♡ ‘we’ve barely talked because i’ve been so focussed on practise and i’m so sorry! i still love you — i always have and will!’

♡ you weren’t too sure how it went from a pillow fight to this, but either way, you were now reassuringly stroking his back while he cradled your head in his arms, ‘it’s fine, kō.’ you giggled, placing a kiss upon your considerate boyfriend’s temple, ‘i never thought you didn’t love me but it’s always nice to hear it. i love you too.’

♡ absolute bliss was the only visible emotion on his face after you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, ‘great! oh!’ his eyes lit up as he whipped his phone out of his pocket, ‘do you wanna watch that show we started?!’

♡ it took you a moment to realise, but once you did, you blurted out, ‘oh, that show? babe, we started it like months ago; i’ve completely forgotten what was happening.’

♡ he shrugged, his usual boyish grin gracing his features, ‘that’s fine! we can start from the beginning.’

♡ you smirked, prying your gaze off his cheerful golden eyes to search the beside table for the tv remote, ‘sure. but we’re not watching it on your phone. i mean, we paid for this expensive hotel room so we may as well use--’

♡ then, you felt a sudden yet soft tap against your shoulder. your eyes immediately darted to look at bokuto, who was wearing a mischievous smirk while holding another pillow

♡ ...

♡ y’all stayed up to 2AM- and no one on your whole hotel floor got a wink of sleep that night due to both of your chortles and screams

♡ but y’all had fun ^^

yū nishinoya

♡ just bc you are his boo, the love of his life, his bitch, his guardian angel, the reason he gets up in the morning and the deity he pray to every night, does NOT mean he’s going to take it easy on you during a pillow fight

♡ it not even a pillow fight tbh.. it’s a pillow WAR

♡ his whole love language is decking you while you’re trying to pound him into the mattress with a pillow

♡ and he screams a lot too pfft like war cries

♡ he just goes absolutely feral when you try to pillow fight him

♡ and you better be ready to go hard bc if you light hit the back of his head with your cushion, with the thought that the pillow fight would be playful, sweet and fun- you could’ve been more wrong

♡ it’s only fun for the person who’s not getting the daylights smacked out of them

♡ but since it’s only pillows, y’all never usually get hurt or sustain injuries from it

♡ nishinoya was close tho- flashback to that one time he fell off the bed and missed hitting his head off the sharp corner of the wardrobe behind him by like..a millimetre

♡ that could’ve been a trip to the infirmary :o

♡ but one time, the metal part of the zipper on the cushion scratched the back of your hand

♡ it wasn’t anything awful, there wasn’t even blood. it was just a scratch. it was on the joint of your finger though so it hurt slightly to move your thumb..

♡ ‘ouch..’ you muttered, staring down at your hand which you cradled with the other. you were quick to back out amidst the chaos of the fight with noya

♡ nishinoya quirked a brow, hesitantly setting his pillows down to approach you, peering over your defences to see what you were looking at that was concerning

♡ ‘what’s up, babe? are you o--’ he cut himself off with a sharp gasp as he laid his eyes on the small mark on your skin. his hands instantly shot up to cup yours, ‘did i do that?! i am so sorry!’

♡ you shrugged, smirking slightly at how his whole ‘warrior’ exterior had now fallen, revealing the soft noya who genuinely cares too much for his own good, ‘i’m not sure. it’s no big deal though, i’ll just put a plaster on it.’

♡ before you could even head in the direction of the drawer with plasters in it, nishinoya had already dashed over there and back, brining the whole whole of first-aid stuff with him

♡ ‘are you okay? does it hurt? do you need a painkiller? should i call someone?’ he asked, frantically looking through the tray until he found two boxes of band-aids, ‘ok- do you want the cars one or the plain one? wait- should i disinfect it first? and how big should the plaster be?’

♡ needless to say, your whole hand was wrapped in bandages once dr nishinoya was done with you-

rintarō suna

♡ he can’t even fight with you playfully for long with getting tempted to pull you in for a kiss

♡ also he doesn’t get as into the fight as the other two- like night time is for sleeping and the fact you are trying to start a fight with him just results his natural instinct to play-dead kicking in

♡ the way he just lays there while you ruthlessly hammer him with your pillow is honestly quite funny

♡ what he doesn’t know though is that there is a tiny grin tugging at his lips since he gets a whiff of your sweet scent on the pillow whenever you slam it against his face, which is reason you continue bc you can tell he’s enjoying it

♡ he doesn’t put up much of a fight tbh

♡ eventually gets tired and pulls you into his embrace with one arm while snatching the pillow from your grip with the other

♡ he chuckled as you struggled against his chest, bonking your head with the pillow lightly before loosen his grip on your head slightly, allowing you to finally breathe instead of being suffocated by his chest, ‘are you done yet?’

♡ you shook your head, which he reciprocated when he noticed your grabby hands towards the pillow — aka, your weapon.

♡ ‘your not getting this back.’ suna replied monotonously, petting your head with a honeyed smile and slipping your weapon behind his head to relax on.

♡ ‘sleep.’ was the final thing his said before his eyes fluttered shut, looking exactly how he did while you were attacking him..but more serene

♡ and that’s usually how it ends when you try to start a pillow fight with him- it ends with nap time 🙄

♡ UNTIL he gets an energy drink in him

♡ then it’s a different story

♡ the roles quite literally reverse

♡ except suna is now chasing you through the house-

♡ his pillow swings aren’t even that hard but he has a really freaky expression on his face so you just run lmao

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get drunk with — Kuroo; I’m getting deja vu here like maybe I’ve said this before somewhere but I feel like he would be super funny drunk?? like stumbling over things and slurring fs but like,, peak comedic genius?? And probably a lot of that would be bc I, too, am completely hammered so everything’s automatically 82170391 times funnier and we’re sure as heck gonna be feeling it in the morning 💀💀 but y’know I just think Kuroo’d be a total drunk goofball and I’m HERE FOR IT!! in addition to being clingy and touchy as all heck too ofc ndjvfhd

make out with — Bokuto; idk man,, making out w him would be like super soft and super hot at the same time?? Sjnvkdhf esp just casually, like cuddling on the couch together or smth and it would just be so, so, so fluffy and cute like aaaa 🥺🥺💓 but then there’s also like. yk. the more ✨spicy version✨ where he’s all over you and his hands can’t decide where they wanna be and he keeps whimpering and pulling you back in every time you try and break for air— y-yeah fnjkdvjhf

date — Daichi; I almost put him instead of Bo but then decided to switch them at the last second. OKAY LIKE THE THING ABT DAICHI IS,, he kinda scares me a little bit?? lol like idk he’s very attractive and ik he’s not mean or anything but he’s just kinda?? intimidating?? VNJDVJDH IDK and like we’d fs get along and everything and prolly would be rlly good friends but aaah- 😂 and like I feel like the scenario in which we’d wind up confessing to each other would be hanging out w the rest of the team and someone goes “ooh two best friends in a room! They might kiss!” TOTALLY JOKING unless they knew one or the other of us had caught feelings hehe and I’d just be like. “lol I wish.” And he’d be like o_o what and I’d be like 😳wHAT- NVJSVN LOL but like fr he’d be such a great bf pleaseee 🥺🥺

marry — Suga; HUSBAND MATERIAL OKAY 😭😭✨ I’m sorry but all I can think abt when I think husband Suga is trying to make dinner and he ends up twirling you around the kitchen, or when you finally do get dinner made and call him and the kids and they don’t come, you go to look for them and they’re hiding in a blanket fort in the living room jfdvhjfdnb- “shh, mommy’ll hear you, she’s coming now, shhh” p l s 🥺🥺😭💓 goodbye-

punch — Oikawa; lemme just start by saying, he’s great. I love him lol. But he do be needing a good smack upside the head every now and then 😤 Nothing that’ll hurt ofc, but you know he’d make it all dramatic even just from me hitting his shoulder. “Oww, Eve-chan, you wound me so! 😥😥 So mean!” Like that so did not hurt you dramatic lil weirdo vjdvndjdf- ngl we’re kinda both like that so we’d prolly be constantly playfully smacking each other and stuff lol. Tbh we’d probably gang up on Iwaizumi at some point or when Iwa goes to smack him he’d like hide behind me and be all Iwa-chan nooo,, Eve-chan save mee 😣 and ofc I’d have to be like

NFJDJFNDJFS-

#I kinda think Oikawa is the EMBODIMENT of that one meme-#you KICK miette?? you kick her body like the football?? oh! jail! jail for mother one thousand years!!#HJDFVFNM AM I WRONG #pls I love them all smmmm #it was honestly kinda hard to pick for these lol #eve's asks #delfi 🌼#ask game #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto koutaro #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #oikawa toru #haikyuu #sigh anyways now I keep thinking abt bokuto-

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thcweasley · 4 years

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Magical

PAIRING : Fred Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : After war, Fred trying to make things back to normal again

WARNINGS : none? shitty fluff

WORDS : 1.6k

A/N: i reposted this cos something went wrong lmao.

Im not sure why i really like the whole idea of Fred X Muggleborn!Reader lmao. i know its autumn in most places, but its been super duper hot here lately. Also this might not be 100% accurate of how things supposed to go, but i just got an idea after watching what not to do at the beach. so I hope you enjoy anyways.

AND THANKYOU FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC OMGGG. Yes ill upload the 2nd part soooooonn!! so don’t you worry~

“Lets go lets go!!” Fred said clapping his hands, signing you to move faster.

“yeah yeah” you mumbled.

It was a month after the war yet everything didn’t seem to falls back to normal. The fact that you almost lose Fred in the battle haunted you. Even though he was still standing in front of you now, present and healthy. Still you couldn’t seem shake off the image of him dying in front of you. At the time everyone was so sure there’s nothing they can do to wake him up.

“I didn’t know you’d be this sad to see me dying Y/N” He managed to let out a laugh.

Fred insisted you both to go to the beach today. You’ve told him once that going to the beach with your family and friends was probably you favourite memory of growing up. Before everything, before Fred, before Hogwarts, before Magic. So he thought itd be fun to relive your memory with you, no wand, no spell, no magic, just the two of you.

“are you sure you wanna do this? I thought you don’t like muggles activities” you asked him swirling around your wand in front of his face.

He grabbed your wand and put it away from you “Yes of course no magic, beach day! Now move your feet before I carry you into the car myself”

“I can’t believe you actually rent a car” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Well I want it to be perfect for you” he laughed under his breath. “Look at this” He pressed a button and suddenly the roof of the car starting to fold. “Just like magic!” He grinned, causing you to laugh.

“oh what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend” you leaned on to the driving seat to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N” He moved one of his hand onto your waist “But I know how you could reward me without any magic involved” He squeeze your bum lightly.

“Focus on the road, Weasley” you rolled your eyes smiling, Slapping his hand away as moving back to your position. His laughter filling the car

** Fred had taken you to a pretty cool beach. quite crowded too He found a spot and lay some towel so you can sit down.

You both lay down on your towel. Watching the clouds moving, enjoying each other arms. when suddenly someone dis-sand his towel right beside Fred and walk away.

You both sat up immediately, coughing.

“what the hell is that?” you said, with an annoyed tone, looking over to Fred. Wondering why he hadn’t say anything.

You saw Fred rubbing his eye. “you okay?” you raised an eyebrow. Confused

“uhh.. i think there’s sand in my eye” he said still rubbing his eye.

You grabbed his hand. Stopping him from rubbing his eye. “don’t rub it..” you said soothingly. “open your eyes”

he tried to open his eyes, failing. “what do you mean? I cant do it!”

“hey.. calm down” you giggled. You put your fingers between his eye, and open his eyes. You keep your fingers there to stop his eyes from blinking. you blow air in front of his eyes. Hopefully can remove sand from his eyes. “now blink”

he blinked a few times. And then look up at you. He realised how close your faces were. He held your cheek in his palm. Leaning in to kiss you. His lips warm and smooth pressing against yours.

You just smile against the lips, enjoying the moment. Until you heard a loud smack coming from Fred’s direction, causing you to pull away from him. A volley ball hit Freds head.

“sorry mate!” some guy shouted behind him. and running towards you both to pick up the ball.

“yeah no worries” he managed to force a laugh. You dropped your head to the side. Looking at his annoyed face.

“you okay Fred?” you asked him. resting your hand on his head.

“yep.. umm.. lets go for a walk”

Fred grabbed your hand, dragging you with him as he ran towards the bridge. He sat on the bridge and patted the space beside him, signalling you to sit beside him. “come on!” he smiled widely.

“Do you want ice cream?” Fred broke the silence.

“sounds great” you said as you want to get up. But he stopped you.

“wait here I’m going to guess your favourite” He scrambles to his feet and kiss your nose before walking away.

As you watched the clouds moved, you can hear the waves and some kids running around. Looking all around you, remembering the reason why you like going to the beach so much. The salty air, the sun and now you’re with the man you love the most. It couldn’t be more perfect than this.

Suddenly Fred appeared beside you. Handing you your ice cream with your favourite flavour. “here you go ”

“awwww” you looked up at him and peck his lips. “thankyou..”

You were enjoying your ice cream when suddenly Fred groans. You looked up at him and follow his eyes direction, you saw some boys running away laughing. You looked back at him. now he’s touching his head. “dumb kids” He muttered

“Oh god!” you said in shock as soon after you pulled his hand away from his head. His hair covered with ice cream. then suddenly bursted out laughing.

Fred groaned again “you think its funny?” he narrowed his eyes at you. Fred’s hair, he always sensitive with his hair.

“sorry..” you grinned. You reached your handbag and took your wet tissue. “I don’t know that your mouth moved on to your hair” you giggle lightly. Start wiping the ice cream off his head.

“It’s those lil git” he clenched his teeth.

You giggled lightly, its funny how frustrating this day has been for him. “what do you want now? Go home?” you smiled at him.

“yeah..” then he instantly added “sorry” he bitted his bottom lip.

“Its okay, Let’s go home” you grabbed his hand and ran towards the car.

“my hair, it’s so sticky” Fred said once you got inside the car.

you smiled “its cute though, smells like ice cream.”

“it is not..” He said as he started the car

“whatever” you stuck your arms out the open window, holding it straight like the wing of a plane. But then suddenly you felt a cold flickers of water land on your face making you yelp in surprise at first and then groan loudly.

“Rain?” Fred questioned, painful annoyance in his tone.

You both turned your heads up to face the sky and suddenly the droplets are falling down faster and faster, making you flinch every time it hits you. Within ten seconds, the water is hammering down.

“why it doesn’t work!!” Fred pressed the roof button rapidly. Hoping the roof would start to close itself. “Merlin!” he ran his finger through his hair.

“Hey calm down focus on the road” You replaced his hand with yours, until finally the roof closed itself.

But then suddenly the car stopped. You could see the lights on the car also went off.

“hey, we’re in the middle of the rain why the hell would you stopped?” You laughed not knowing what was happening.

“well this really a cherry on top. What a nice day” he said, sarcastically.

“wh- what happened?”

“I don’t know. Merlin, I really wished I have my wand with me” he muttered. “wait here” he said as he got out of the car.

You took out your phone. No signal what a nice day.

You got out of the car. You saw Fred was standing in front of the car. Muttering loudly. You shook your head, and ran towards him, hugged him from behind. “im so sorry Y/N I have no idea how muggle car works I don’t know how to fix this” He said as he turn himself around to face you. To his surprise you greeted him with a big grin on your face. “Why are you smiling?” he asks suspiciously, raising an eyebrow

You placed a hand on his cheek. “I was wondering… have you ever been kissed in the rain?”

Fred finally recognising the playfulness in your voice. His frown soon eases up into something less harsh-looking. “I haven’t actually,” he breathed

You closed the gap between you two, kissing him passionately. You feel the water soaking through your clothes as you’re pressed your lips on to his lips as the freezing water dripped down on you both. You grab onto his shirt, starting to shiver. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been happier. Because finally, after a whole month of anxiety, you can just focus on whats happening right now.

You finally separate lips, both catching on your breathes.

Fred strokes a stray raindrop off of your nose. “sorry, this is the worst date ever” he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think so” you pecked his lips smiling widely, he smiled back.

“are you being sarcastic with me?” he raised his eyebrow playfully.

You shook your head smiling. “For a magic-less day, it was quite magical” AAHAHA im sorry guys this was super cheesy. but.. should we make a part two where we give fred weasley the reward he deserves?

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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nothing could be finer | Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales | Part Six

A/N: There is a bit of smut in this one but these cuties need to bond!

Rating: 18+

Warning: Oral (F receiving). Naughty words. Many sexual references. Sexual situations. A man makes very creepy comments. A man is punched.

Word count: 2,923, apparently!!

Summary: Frankie comes home to find you on the couch with Pope, then the three of you go out for some beer.

GIF credit: damerondjarin

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You were pretty much all Frankie could think about at work.

There might’ve been times at work when his mind would drift to you and dip into some rather inappropriate territory, but now that he’d been with you in that way and both of you confessed your love for each other, his thoughts about you were a lot more distracting.

His thoughts would occasionally drift to Pope, too, then you again, then you and Pope, but they were mostly about you, and he never realized how long his days were until there was something for him to look forward to.

He loved his job, but he’d never run out of work and down to his truck faster, and the only reason he didn’t book it out of the parking lot right away was because he wanted to text you to let you know he was off.

Phones weren’t something he was really good at along with most modern technology, but he knew enough to send you a quick on my way now before he tossed his phone into the passenger’s seat and started driving towards your apartment.

Downtown was only really a few minutes from your apartment, but he was pretty sure it took too long for him to pull into your complex.

He looked at his phone and didn’t really think anything of you not texting him back, shoving it into his pocket as he slid out of the truck and ran up the stairs into your building, continuing on up to your floor rather than taking the elevator.

“I’ve been thinking about you all—” He stopped with the door hanging open when his eyes landed on you laying there on the couch, your bottom half bare and your legs open wide as Pope…

“Hey, cabrón.” Pope was all but smacking his lips when he lifted his head from between your legs.

A pang of jealousy set Frankie’s mouth in a line as he watched the scene, but there was also something about seeing Pope in that position with your wetness all over his chin that made his cock twitch.

He was mostly jealous because the other man was retired which meant he spent all day with you, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you spent the whole day fucking since you didn’t need to go into work or anything.

You tipped your head back to look at him with a loving smile that made him forget about anything that wasn’t you. “Hey, babe— ooh.”

Pope was back between your legs, licking at your folds, and you reached down to gently tug on his curls as you let your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

Frankie just watched for a moment then he quietly shut the door and walked over for a closer look, to see every bit of you when you were being eaten out. His gaze flickered to the way Pope was working at you, how he’d move when he was running his tongue over your slit or he was wrapping his lips around your clit to suck on it.

You’d been doing this for a little bit before he’d walked in based on how loud your moans were, the way your hips were pushing up to grind yourself against Pope.

He’d seen you come enough times now that he kind of knew your tells, moving his eyes to you to confirm that you were going to come based on your furrowed brow and your dropped jaw, watching you let your head fall back as you came with a loud cry.

“Good girl,” Pope praised once he’d lapped up your cum and licked you until you’d pushed him away, moving to sit back on the couch.

Frankie wanted to kiss you off his lips, but he stayed where he was and did his best to pay no mind to his half hard cock.

“That’s all we’ve done together today, Frankie,” you reassured him like you understood the look on his face, sounding all horny and relaxed as you sat up and tugged down the shirt you were wearing.

“—did you see my text that I was on my way over?” He cringed because he sounded like an idiot; he just watched Pope eat you out and he was asking about a text.

Your eyes widened as if you’d remembered something and you leaned over to grab your phone off the table. “I knew I heard my phone go off, but I was...um…”

“Riding my tongue?” Pope offered and you started nodding along, narrowing your eyes at him when you realized what he said to which he only grinned smugly.

“In the middle of the living room.” Frankie was able to pull himself down from any jealousy as well as being turned on by the whole thing, a little less tense as he moved to sit on the couch with you both.

“You sound pretty grumpy considering I walked in on you two humping yesterday.” Pope slapped him hard on the shoulder.

You poked Pope in the side and moved to lean over his lap on all fours, pressing a sweet kiss to Frankie’s lips. “Be nice, boys.”

Pope smacked your ass since it was there and you let out a grunt as you fell back onto the couch, smirking at them.

“What’s that look for?” Frankie took off his hat to run his hand through his hair, his gaze on your bare legs as you laid them across Pope’s thighs.

“You guys wanna go out for drinks and then...I don’t know...see where the night takes us?” You ran your foot up the side of Frankie’s arm teasingly and he shook his head at you.

“Coming home from work to go for drinks with my girl? Sign me up.” He stroked over your shin which made you quickly laugh and draw your leg away from his tickling fingers.

Pope watched you both with a pleasant, almost adoring smile as you teased each other so casually, reaching down to pat you on the thigh.

“You should probably put on some panties.” His fingers moved up between your legs, moving over your clit, and you squealed and wriggled away, practically rolling off the couch much to the amusement of both men.

“Ow.” That one word as you pushed up onto your knees made Pope snort and Frankie chuckle, and you were hiding a smile of your own behind fake offense.

You moved to your feet and walked to your room, shedding your shirt so you were entirely naked as you looked for what you wanted to wear out.

Frankie didn’t acknowledge Pope’s suggestive look as he stood up and followed you right away, leaning in the doorway to watch you with a small smile.

You glanced at him with a little confusion as you searched through your dresser.

“I missed you today,” he said wistfully, walking over to you and pressing his hips against your ass, caging you in against the dresser with his arms on either side of you.

“Mr. Morales, are you aiming for a quickie?” You tilted your head to allow him easier access when he began kissing down your neck.

“Maybe.” He smiled gently against your skin. It was almost impossible to keep his hands off you now that he knew how amazing you were.

“Can it wait until we come home from the bar and we can take our time?” Your question made him nod slightly and he pressed a couple more kisses to your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Wear the red ones.” He gestured to the bit of red lace sticking out of your underwear drawer.

“You’re really horny today.” But you pulled them out and grabbed a bra that actually matched for once, putting both on as Frankie backed off to allow you some space.

“‘Cause I did things I’ve never even thought about with the girl of my dreams and you were all I could think about today.” His eyes went to your ass in those panties when you bent over to grab a pair of jeans from a drawer, though he was looking very respectfully.

He waited until you’d put on your jeans and shirt then he moved to you on your way to find shoes, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You leaned into the kiss easily and then looked at him with dreamy eyes as he pulled away.

The two of you stood there like that for a moment, just looking at each other softly, his thumbs stroking over your cheeks and your hands fisting his jacket.

You patted his belly and he let you go with only a little hesitation, watching you grab your favorite pair of shoes. “I thought about you today, too, and really, all me and Santi did was what you walked in on...we just sat around and watched TV most of the day.”

With your shoes on, you grabbed onto Frankie’s arm and tugged him out of the room; not that you would ever need to make him follow you.

“Thought you guys started fucking without me,” Pope was a bit more cleaned up now, wiggling his eyebrows to which you both rolled your eyes.

“Let’s go. You’re buying.” You and Frankie walked to the door with Pope close behind, and you jumped as you felt a slap to your ass.

“I can buy drinks, I just really wanted to do that.”

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You weren’t drinking too much since none of you really wanted to be drunk. You still needed to go back to your apartment and being totally hammered didn’t seem like a good idea with three people fucking.

You were probably a little bit tipsy, though, since everything the boys said to you as you sat in a booth was making you giggle madly.

They were funny and that was a big reason why you loved them, but Pope’s joke about what was playing on TV wasn’t that funny.

Both of them were watching you with small smiles as they sipped their beer, then your giggling faded and they glanced at each other when your face fell and you stared off in the distance at something.

“What’s wrong?” Pope looked at you with his brow furrowed in concern, looking to Frankie again briefly when you didn’t answer him. “Sweetheart?”

“My date,” you said quietly, cautiously, your mouth barely moving as if that would alert the man to your presence.

Frankie and Pope immediately followed your line of vision to see some obnoxiously dressed man with overly gelled hair sitting at the bar, downing drinks even though he seemed like he was half drunk.

Pope, remembering how terrified you’d been the night you invited them over, clenched his fists and started to stand to let this guy know to stay the fuck away, but you grabbed onto his arm and he looked at you.

“Santi, please, he hasn’t noticed me, he probably doesn’t even remember me.” You were begging him with those eyes that always turned him into putty and he nodded slowly, sitting back down.

You were pretty sobered up at the sight of the man who’d creeped you out so much. You couldn’t prove and didn’t really think now that you weren’t terrified that he tried to break into your apartment, but the date was still bad and you just didn’t like him.

Frankie reached across the table to gently squeeze your wrist, nodding at you reassuringly when you looked up at him to which you smiled slightly.

The man didn’t notice you and you were there with your boys, so you started to relax a bit, sipping at your beer.

“Hey,” came a sleazy voice from the direction of the bar. “I’ve been thinking about you! Been jacking off to the thought of you ever since our date.”

Pope was up and out of his seat in an instant, but you yanked him back down. “Please, I don’t want there to be a scene, okay?”

“What, you don’t remember me, sugar? Guess not, looks like you’ve found someone else to let dick you down. Wouldn’t even suck my fucking cock.” He was obviously drunk, though this was pretty much how he’d been on your date, perverse and pushing boundaries.

“Can we just leave?” You asked because you were nervous, Frankie was staring at the table like it was going to dance for him or something, and Pope was practically vibrating with rage next to you.

Frankie immediately pulled out his wallet to put money on the table, standing up and keeping himself in front of you as you stood with your hand tight on Pope’s arm; both because you were scared and because you didn’t want him to end up arrested for whatever he was going to do to the man.

“Love that view from the back, too.” He whistled and you had to yank Pope to your side again, who decided to move behind you to shield you from the guy’s view.

“It’s fine, you’re safe.” Frankie was holding the door open for you when the man popped up in front of you, making you stumble back into Pope’s chest.

“You smell so pretty, I’d love to take home a lock of your hair or your panties or something.”

He smiled at you in the same creepy way that made you leave the date early, then there was a loud smack and he wasn’t standing in front of you anymore.

It took you a moment to realize what happened as the man laid still on the floor and Frankie glowered down at him, shaking out the fist he just used to…

All you could do was stare in shock.

“You knocked him out,” Pope nearly laughed with what seemed to be pride in Frankie for doing so in one punch.

“Let’s just go,” he mumbled, pushing the door open again, and Pope had to actually push you out the door.

The ride to your apartment was silent; Frankie didn’t drink as much so he could safely drive, but he kind of wished he drank more because he was worrying about what you were thinking.

You gathered your thoughts by the time you walked into the apartment, the look in your eyes making Pope quickly go over to sit on the couch so you wouldn’t yell at him as Frankie stood there, staring at the floor.

You just stared at him with all these emotions in your eyes before you finally said, “What the fuck, Frankie? I mean, I would’ve understood if it was Santi who did that, but you?”

He knew that, knew you could handle yourself and the possibility of starting a fight in a bar wasn’t something you wanted, and he took off his hat. “I know, but I didn’t like him being that close to you and what he was saying—”

“No, listen to me. That was a stupid thing to do.” Your words made him finally meet your eyes to see that the anger was now softened. “And you did it for me.”

Your tearful tone made him pause and he just kind of stood there when you moved against his chest to wrap your arms tight around him, looking over at Pope who seemed just as perplexed as he was.

“You’re such a sweet, good man and I love you. Never do it again.” You pulled back, your gratefulness winning over any anger at his actions as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled with a little shame, but he was starting to smile since you weren’t going to chew him out for it.

You were frightened in the moment and the possibly dangerous man was too close, so it was good that Frankie did something.

You were just thankful, to be honest, and relieved that it didn’t lead to a bar fight with how hard Frankie punched the man.

“So wait, you hold me back because you don’t want to start a scene, but he punches the guy’s lights out and you kiss him?” Pope was nearly pouting as he sat there on the couch, watching you.

“You would’ve killed him, Santi, and you know that’s the truth.” You leveled him with a look that only seemed to make him prideful.

You looked between the men, then down for a moment and back up with a bit of a teasing smile on your lips.

“Why don’t I show you both how grateful I am?” You saw them glance at each other which made you giggle softly. “Nothing much because I’m still a little shaken up from that, but I’m sure we can think of something.” You tapped Frankie’s chin and eyed Pope before walking to your bedroom, where your coquettish behavior faded slightly and you paused in the doorway.

“What’s up?” Frankie wouldn’t have blamed you if you decided you would rather sleep than do anything sexual with how that guy acted.

“You know I feel so safe with you guys, right?” You asked softly.

“We know.” Pope’s voice was closer as he moved up behind you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

One of his arms slid around you and then one of Frankie’s did too. “You are safe with us, baby.”

You knew it was perhaps a little bit cliche in some ways and unorthodox in others, but it was nice to know you were with two men that would do nothing but love you and keep you safe.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader

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esperwatchesfilms · 4 years

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Clue (1985)

This is one of my all-time favorite films. I have no clue why. It might be the nostalgia factor. But I’m absolutely obsessed with it. I’ve seen it a million times, but I have never looked into the interesting trivia on its IMDB page, so this will be fun!

Awesome Fun Fact:

The color of each character's car is the same color as their playing piece in the game, and is introduced as follows: Colonel Mustard drives a yellow 1954 Cadillac Series 62, Mrs. White drives a black-and-white 1950 MG TD convertible, Mrs. Peacock drives a blue 1952 Packard 200 Deluxe club sedan, Mr. Green drives a green 1951 Plymouth Cranbrook, Ms. Scarlet drives a 1946 red Lincoln Continental, and Professor Plum drives a purple 1949 Pontiac Streamliner Station Wagon.

Prof. Plum: It’s frightened.

Something I Already Knew But Maybe You Didn’t: When Wadsworth cuts the power to the house during his solving of the mystery, it represents the point of divergence of the three endings.

Amusing Fun Fact: Professor Plum indicates at dinner that he works for the World Health Organization, part of the United Nations Organization. This means he works for UNO WHO.

Wadsworth: Professor Plum -- you were once a professor of psychiatry specializing in helping paranoid and homicidal lunatics suffering from delusions of grandeur. Prof. Plum: Yes, but now I work for the United Nations. Wadsworth: So your work has not changed. But you don’t practice medicine at the U.N. His license to practice has been lifted; correct? Miss Scarlet: Why? What did he do? Wadsworth: You know what doctors aren’t allowed to do with their lady patients? Miss Scarlet: Yeah? Wadsworth: Well, he did. Miss Scarlet: Ha!

Mrs. White: [after Mrs. Peacock swears that the reason she's being blackmailed is a vicious lie] Well, I am willing to believe you. I, too, am being blackmailed for something I didn't do. Mr. Green: Me too. Colonel Mustard: And me. Miss Scarlet: Not me. Wadsworth: [surprised] You're *not* being blackmailed? Miss Scarlet: Oh, I’m being blackmailed all right, but I did what I’m being blackmailed for.

Miss Scarlet: Well, to be perfectly frank, I run a specialized hotel and a telephone service which provides gentlemen with the company of a young lady, for a short while. Professor Plum: Oh yeah? [pulls out pen and a pad of paper] Professor Plum: What's the phone number?

Wadsworth: The double negative has turned to proof positive. I’m afraid you gave yourself away. Colonel Mustard: Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests? Wadsworth: You don’t need any help from me, sir. Colonel Mustard: That’s right!

Wadsworth: Mrs. White, you've been paying our friend, the blackmailer, ever since your husband died under, shall we say, mysterious circumstances? Miss Scarlet: Ah! [laughs] Mrs. White: Why is that funny? Miss Scarlet: I see! That's why he was lying on his back, in his coffin. Mrs. White: I didn't kill him. Colonel Mustard: Then why are you paying the blackmailer? Mrs. White: I don’t want a scandal, do I? We had had a very humiliating public confrontation. He was deranged. He was -- [points to head] Mrs. White: -- a lunatic! He didn't actually seem to like me very much.

Miss Scarlet: Why would he wanna kill you in public? Wadsworth: I think she meant he threatened, in public, to kill her. Miss Scarlet: Oh. Was that his final word on the matter? Mrs. White: Being killed is pretty final, wouldn't you say? Wadsworth: And yet, he was the one who died, not you, Mrs. White, not you! Miss Scarlet: What did he do for a living? Mrs. White: He was a scientist, nuclear physics. Miss Scarlet: What was he like? Mrs. White: He was always a rather stupidly optimistic man. I mean, I'm afraid it came as a great shock to him when he died, but he was found dead at home.

Mrs. White: I had been out all evening at the movies.

Wadsworth: But, he was your second husband. Your first husband also disappeared. Mrs. White: Well, that was his job. He was an illusionist. Wadsworth: But he never reappeared! Mrs. White: [chuckling, admittedly] He wasn't a very good illusionist.

Prof. Plum: Maybe he was poisoned!

Wadsworth: He decided to put his information to good use and make a little money out of it. What could be more American than that?

Col. Mustard: You lure men to their deaths like a spider with flies! Mrs. White: Flies are where men are most vulnerable.

Mrs. Peacock: No, I just want to powder my nose. Thank you.

Wadsworth: Sorry!

Wadsworth: The key is gone! Professor Plum: Never mind about the key, unlock the door! [smacks Mr. Green on the shoulder] Mr. Green: [grabs Professor Plum by the collar, throttling him] I CAN'T UNLOCK THE DOOR WITHOUT THE KEY! [releasing Plum, Mr. Green rattles doorknob] Mr. Green: LET US IN! LET US IN! Colonel Mustard, Miss Scarlet: [on other side of locked door] LET US OUT! LET US OUT!

Mrs. Peacock: Our lives are in danger, ya beatnik!

Communism is Just a Red Herring Fact: The line "Communism is just a red herring" is said in all three endings (twice by Wadsworth and once by Miss Scarlet). Not only is it is a pun (particularly after World War II, the Russian Communists were frequently called "reds", for example, the anti-Communist slogan, "Better dead than red."), but it cleverly refers to a MacGuffin (or a real "red herring") implemented by the screenwriters, because none of the murderers motives end up having anything to do with creating political conspiracy. There are various visual red herrings on-screen, such as a hammer and sickle on the shelf beside the torch Colonel Mustard finds, and a bust of Lenin in the attic.

ESE: 125/100

50 +10 for Tim Curry +4 for the dogs +2 for the dog poo shoe +5 for Mr. Green’s obedience (”Sit! No, not you, sir.”) +1 for Mrs. Peacock’s glasses +5 for amazing one-liners +5 for the discussion about why Mrs. White’s being blackmailed -10 for homophobia -5 for The Three Stooges antics when Mr. Boddy’s secret is revealed +5 for not shouting +5 for confusion +5 for most hilarious pairings +10 for secret passages +3 for the ironing board +10 for singing telegram +10 for Wadsworth walking through the whole thing +6 for 3 different endings -10 because the timing makes no sense for Mrs. White to have killed Yvette +10 for Mr. Green going home to sleep with his wife +4 for Clue card credits

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- Homecoming - Pt.2

(Keishin x F!Y/N)

**TW: cussing, implied seggs

He stood up slowly and turned around. His eyes as big as saucers when they fell on you. Was he actually asleep right now, having the dream. This couldn't actually be happening..

You took a step forward and smiled. The same smile that was forever etched in his mind.

"Hi, Keishin. Long time no see."

"Y/N..?"

His heart hammered against his rib cage so hard the sound flooded his ears. For a moment, he was sure you could hear it too.

Is this.. real? I’m not dreaming..? This kind of crap doesn’t actually happen outside of cheesy movies..

But, much to his surprise, it was.

You were actually here, standing ten feet in front of him. How many times had he thought of this exact scenario? What was he supposed to say after ten years?

God, you were just as beautiful as you had always been, maybe even more so. Your eyes, big and full of life, still shined so brightly. You radiated warmth and light that was enough to put the sun itself to shame. He still couldn’t help but be captivated by you.

Pull yourself together, moron. You can’t just stare at her, she’s gonna think you’re a creep..

“Yeah, it’s me.” You said, nodding your head with a smile.

“Wow.. You look great.”

WHAT?! Why’d you say that?!

You giggled, “Thank you. I almost didn’t recognize you with the long hair. It really suits you though, I like it.” He was pretty sure he spotted a little pink on your cheeks, but couldn’t be sure since his brain had pretty much stopped functioning.

“Oh, t-thanks, um, w-what are you doing here? I-I mean, h-how are you?”

Smooth, dumbass.

His stuttering elicited another giggle from you. It was bubbly and bright and made his heart ache.

He held up a finger, gesturing for you to wait a minute. He took off his apron as he went behind the counter and hurried into the back room. He asked his mom if she would watch the shop so he could leave for a bit.

When he emerged a couple minutes later, you were still standing where he had left you. He was scared that when he came back you’d be gone, only having been a figment of his desperate imagination. But, there you stood, looking around the store. When your eyes fell on him, you smiled. The one that had both haunted him and brought him comfort the last several years.

“Sorry about that,” he began, as he rounded the counter and came closer to you, “Uh, do you maybe wanna take a walk? Or, I don’t know, get some coffee and catch up a little?”

“I’d like that.” You said with a smile.

“So, where were we?” Keishin asked nervously, mostly to himself. He was so flustered that he wasn’t acting like himself. His brain wasn’t working the way he needed it to. Hopefully you wouldn’t catch on. The last thing he needed was for you to think he was a weirdo.

“Well, I think you were trying to ask me how I’ve been but it kinda came out jumbled and messy.” You teased, pulling a groan out of him.

No, yeah. She definitely caught on. Is there a rock nearby I can crawl under..?

“Stop, I’m kidding!” You smacked his arm playfully before continuing. “Let’s see. I suppose I’ve been good. Went to college and got my degree in education. High school English to be exact.” You said, the two of you arriving at the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was just down the street and after ordering, you decided to sit outside at a small table under a tree.

“You always did want to be a teacher. So, uh, how about your s/o? What do they do?” He silently prayed to himself that you weren’t seeing anyone and that you also wouldn’t see through his not so graceful way of bringing it up.

You laughed, “I’m married to my career. Dating is...not for me.” Keishin silently let out the breath he’d been holding.

“What about you?” You asked curiously.

“Not really interested.” He said with a shrug.

“So, high school huh? Teenagers are quite a handful.” He said, changing the subject.

“That they are. You have a lot of experience with teenagers?” You asked, blowing on your coffee and taking a sip.

“Yes. Well, only since recently. I started coaching the boys volleyball team at Karasuno.” For some reason that little bit of information made you smile.

“You still play volleyball?” You asked, seeming excited.

“Yep, mostly coaching though. Besides, it kinda runs in the family.” You nodded in agreement.

“That it does. I actually ended up playing in high school and college.” He sat back a little in his chair, eyebrows raised slightly.

“Really? What position?” He asked, a little shocked.

You always played volleyball together growing up, but he thought you only did so because it’s what he always wanted to do. He didn’t think you actually enjoyed it.

“I was the Ace.” Your answer made him laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, feigning a pout. It only made him fall for you harder, if that were even possible.

“Nothing. Just, when we were younger you kinda sucked at it.” He confessed. You smacked his arm again.

“It was honestly one of the main things that reminded me of my time here.” You explained, tone becoming serious. You looked kinda sad as you reminisced.

Did she ..miss me too? No, she had a whole life here. Don’t get your hopes up..

“And, I got to learn from THE Ukai’s. It would’ve been a shame to let years of free training go to waste” You added sounding more upbeat, quickly changing the mood.

You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the tree the two of you sat under. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating your face, making you seem ethereal. He was positive he’d never see anything or anyone else as beautiful as you.

“So, what brings you all the way to Japan? How long are you staying?” He was kind of scared to ask. You just came back. He didn’t want to let go of you yet. Or at all, for that matter.

You sat back up, practically bouncing in your seat.

“Well, I accepted a job offer.” You said, prompting Keishin to pause for a minute.

“What?” His voice was barely above a whisper. His heart started beating faster.

“I actually got here a few days ago. I closed the deal on a house a few weeks back, but had to wait for all the paperwork to be finalized. I picked up the keys this morning.”

She's...moving back?

"Wow. Wait, when you say job offer..?"

"You're looking at the new English teacher at Karasuno High!" You beamed.

He didn’t know what to say.

He imagined you coming back countless times. But, now that it was actually happening? He was speechless.

“You’re coming back?” Was all he could manage.

You nodded, smiling at his obvious question, “Technically I’m already here, but yeah.”

“And you’re staying? You’re not gonna leave again?” He noticed your expression change slightly, a subtle look of sadness creeping in.

He didn’t intend for the last question to sound so desperate, but he couldn’t help it. He was desperate.

“I’m staying.” You said, nodding. Your voice was soothing, almost as if you knew why he’d asked.

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

“Who the hell..” He grumbled quietly, making you laugh.

He not so silently cursed whoever was calling and interrupting his time with you, as he dug his phone from his pocket.

Takinoue..

“What?” He hissed into the phone.

“Whoa, attitude. Just calling to see where you are, man. Everyone is waiting on you.”

“Huh?”

“The scrimmage game? With the boys team? Ya know, the one you planned weeks ago?”

Keishin checked the time, “Shit! Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He looked over, you looking back at him questioningly. He didn’t want to part ways with you just yet. There was still so much to catch up on.

“If you don’t have anything else planned, how would you feel about watching a game?” He asked as you both stood from your seats, hoping you’d say yes.

“And get the chance to see the newest Coach Ukai in action? Count me in.” You smiled brightly at him, his cheeks felt warm at your unexpected excitement.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s gonna watch the scrimmage game.” Keishin announced.

To say that everyone was surprised, was an understatement.

On one hand, the Association team members that also knew you, never would have expected that you of all people would be here and also be the reason Keishin was late.

And on the other hand, the boys team never expected to see their coach with a girl. Especially a pretty one.

“That’s her, Coach! The absolute goddess that was looking for you the other day!” Tanaka yelled, pointing at you.

“You’re right!” Nishinoya agreed, “Man, she’s way out of his league.”

You pressed your lips together trying not to laugh. Keishin glared at you, then at the two boys.

Daichi smacked both of them on the back of the head.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.” Suga said, bowing to you.

“Maybe I should’ve mentioned that Y/N, will actually be Ms. L/N to most of you, since she’s the new English teacher.” Keishin explained with a shit eating grin, thinking that they’d be embarrassed at the thought of talking to their teacher like that.

You put your hand up, waving slightly, “It’s nice to meet all of you. I look forward to having you in class.”

“We get to see her everyday?!” Noya asked, perking up.

“Did I die? Is this Heaven?” Tanaka added, looking toward the ceiling, hands in a praying position.

Two more smacks could be heard, as well as another apology from Suga.

The game was close, the neighborhood team holding onto a lead over Karasuno for most of the first match, but Karasuno pulled through and took the set. During the second set, neither team could get much of a lead over the other, Karasuno managed to break up the momentum though, taking a solid lead and winning the game.

“You coming for drinks?” Takinoue asked, stopping you both as everyone was leaving.

Just like every other game, the association team was going out for drinks at their usual spot. It’s pretty much a tradition now. But, this time you were here. He doesn’t want to forfeit a single ounce of time to anything else unless he absolutely has to. For the first time in such a long time he felt like the weight on his chest was gone, he could breathe again.

“Sure, that sounds like f-”

“We have plans.” Keishin interjected, giving his friend a look.

Takinoue looked at his friend a second, then nodded in understanding.

“Next time then.” He said, smiling at you before walking away to join the rest of the team.

When they were all far enough away, you turned to Keishin.

“So, plans huh?” You asked casually.

It was still kind of early when the game ended, the sun was just barely starting to set, the sky streaked with brilliant pinks and oranges as you left the gym.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, sorry. That was an excuse to get out of going with them. They can be kind a handful once alcohol gets involved.” He explained.

“Ah. Well, that’s probably best. I’ve got a lot of unpacking left to do anyway.” You groaned slightly at the thought of unpacking.

“Need any help?” He offered immediately.

“Really? No, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not, I’m offering. And anyway, we didn’t get a chance to finish catching up.”

You nodded, smiling, “Okay, we can order take out. I’ve also got beer.”

If you’d have suggested bobbing for electric eels, he would’ve done it. He would do anything to continue spending time with you, because after all these years he finally felt whole again.

“So, what’d you think of the game?” He asked, picking up a box labeled ‘glassware’ and taking it to the kitchen, setting it gently on the counter.

“I think you’ve done a great job with them, Keishin.” You said, getting bites of take out in-between the boxes you were unpacking in the living room, “Those first years are really something to be reckoned with.”

“That they are. Hey, maybe next time we scrimmage I can talk you into playing on the neighborhood team.” He said, as he re-entered the room.

“Maybe. I don’t want to hear any complaining when you lose though.” You said, smiling devilishly.

He laughed at you and picked up the box next to his feet, this one was unlabeled but had a volleyball sticker on it and random little doodles. Your eyes widened when you realized what box it was.

“I can take that one.” You said, crossing the room quickly. You tried not to be obvious, but it didn’t work. He could tell something was up.

“Oh, okay.” He said, extending the box to you. Before you could reach for it, he pulled it back, seeing something extremely familiar through the slightly opened box, he reached inside.

“No, wait!” You squeaked, turning red.

He pulled out a delicate gold necklace. The very one he’d given you as teenagers. The one with his name on it. He looked at you, holding it gently in his hand.

“You still have this?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, heart pounding away in his chest.

You sighed heavily, still blushing hard. Without a word, you opened the box in his hands the rest of the way, showing him the rest of its contents. He gasped lightly.

She kept it all..

The box was like a time capsule. CD’s you’d burned together for summer volleyball drills, movie ticket stubs from your first real date, notes passed in class, the stuffed iguana he gave you for your ninth birthday, and so, so many pictures from your childhood; birthdays, holidays, summer vacations.

There was something else in there under all the pictures. He dug to the bottom and found several dozen envelopes. All addressed to him. His eyes widened, slowly pulling them out of the box.

“Ah! I forgot those were in there!” You screeched, trying to get them away from him.

“Oh, yeah? Must be good if you’re this desperate to get them back.”

After struggling to jump up and grab the envelopes from him, where he held them above his head, you admitted defeat.

“Fine! You win.” You threw your hands up, walking into the kitchen “I need booze for this.” You muttered to yourself.

They were letters you had written to him after you left but never sent. They all seemed to be around the time you’d lost contact with each other. Dozens of letters, telling him how everything was going with starting over in America, how much you missed him and wanted to come back to Japan, ...how much you loved him. They held so many words of love, but also their fair share of sadness.

His heart hammered away in his chest as he skimmed over the letters.

She missed me too..

Although he hates to see that you were sad after leaving, it also makes him feel relieved. After the two of you lost contact, he was sure you’d just moved on with your life and had forgotten about him. In a way, he wanted that for you; to move on and live a normal happy life. But on the other hand, he hoped he stuck out in your mind, that you’d always love him like you promised you would, the way he loved you. The way he still loves you.

Calm down, idiot. We were teenagers then. Just because she felt that way at one time doesn’t mean she still does. It’s been a really long time.. she probably moved on...

“I was hoping to avoid this conversation..” Your voice startled him, unsure of when you re-entered the room. He looked up from the letters to see you leaned against the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room. You pushed off the wall and walked over to the box and picked up a handful of pictures, smiling as you flipped through the memories.

“Why didn’t you send them?” He asked curiously, scanning the letters again.

“I didn’t think you’d want them.” You shrugged.

“What made you think that?” He looked over at you.

“Well, it was after we stopped talking, I kinda just assumed you forgot about me.”

As if I ever could

“I thought the same thing about why you stopped talking to me. Looks like some serious miscommunication on our part.”

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, I guess so, huh?

“Kinda makes me wonder how things would’ve turned out had we stayed in contact.” He said.

There were so many things he wanted to say to you, wanted to tell you. The years of being miserable, trying to keep himself together with your memories. He swore that if he were ever given the chance to reconnect with you, he’d tell you everything he’s kept bottled up inside the last ten years.

Yet, here he was, in the exact situation he’d always begged the universe to give him, and all he was doing was trying to avoid anything that might make you disappear again. He was scared, terrified. He didn’t want to lose you again. He couldn’t lose you again.

But, he couldn’t live like this anymore. He couldn’t live another ten years like the last. He knew what he had to do.

He put the letters he had been holding back in the box gently, still holding the delicate necklace in his hand, he turned to face you.

Here goes nothing..

“Y/N, I love you.”

“What?” You choked out.

“I said, I love you. I never stopped, actually.” He began, your eyes widening in shock.

He took a deep breath then let it out slowly before continuing.

“The day you left was the worst day of my life. After I didn’t hear from you anymore, I thought you had moved on. I thought about going to the US a few times to find you, but I didn’t want to disrupt your life. If you were happy, then I could be happy for you. Even if it wasn’t with me. Not a single day has gone by when I didn’t feel like part of my soul was missing.” He confessed.

“I’ve been wishing for the opportunity to see you again, to tell you everything. I don’t expect you to feel the same, you don’t even have to talk to me anymore if it’ll be too awkward, but I needed you to know.”

“Keishin..”

“I know it’s a lot, and I’m really sorry to just dump it all on you..” He kept rambling.

“Keishin.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Do you want me to leave? I’m gonna leave.”

“Keishin!” You yelled, finally getting his attention.

He stopped his nervous rambling and looked at you. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“I had been looking at houses in this area for a while and I checked out the school just out of curiosity. When I saw the opening for an English teacher, I jumped on it. It felt like a sign, as cheesy as that sounds.” You laughed.

“I didn’t really think any of it through, I just...did it. It wasn’t until this morning when I was walking to the shop when I thought that maybe I messed up..”

“Messed up?” He echoed, prompting you to keep going.

You nodded sheepishly, “I wasn’t sure what I was going to walk into. I didn’t know if you were married and had a family, or if you were even around here anymore. I actually turned to leave after I came in because I was too nervous to follow through with it, but then I heard your voice and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you.” You moved closer, stopping only a few feet away from him. “What I’m trying to say is, I never stopped either. Never stopped thinking about you, missing you..loving you. I, too, haven’t had a day go by without you being on my mind, without wanting to see you again and tell you how much I still love you.”

He closed the small gap between the two of you, staring into your e/c eyes. He reached both hands behind your neck and fumbled with something for a moment. You felt a new, added weight. He removed his hands, one moving to the pendant that first adorned your neck so long ago. He smiled as he ran his fingers across his name.

“I wore it everyday for a long time, but the chain eventually broke. Once I got it fixed I put it up so nothing else would happen to it.” You explained, heart racing. Your cheeks felt hot and your breathing was a little fast because of how close he was.

He moved his hand from the pendant to the side of your neck, thumb resting on your jaw. His free hand resting gently on your waist. He leaned down until his face was just inches from yours.

“Since the summer before fourth grade and even now, it’s only ever been you. It will always be you, Y/N.” You stared into his eyes as your own became glassy, your cheeks turning red.

“Can I?” He whispered, glancing down at your lips, then back up to hold your gaze again. You nodded eagerly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers quickly finding their way into his hair.

He wasted no time, pressing his lips to yours in an instant, you let out a tiny whimper. You both had only dreamt of this moment for so long, now that it was actually happening it felt so surreal. Your lips moved together in perfect synchronization as you stayed tightly pressed to one another, terrified that you’d wake up from a dream if you were to let go. What lasted only a few minutes, felt like hours. You were in heaven.

When you finally broke apart, drunk on one another and breathless, you rested your forehead on his, soaking up the moment.

“I love you, Keishin. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” You cooed.

“Marry me then.”

“What?” You pulled back to look at him, expecting him to be joking but he was absolutely serious.

“I was lucky enough to get a second chance and I’m not going to waste it. So, instead of wearing it on a necklace, I’ll get you a ring and it can be your name too.” He was beaming. He hadn’t been this happy in so long. He felt so light, full of love and life.

You nodded vigorously, unable to form words because of the growing lump in your throat. He pulled you in tight, pressing his lips to yours once again. The rest of the night was spent catching up. In more ways than one.

When he awoke the next morning, tired yet well rested, with you curled up sleeping peacefully at his side, he realized that he didn’t have his usual nightmare. And he never would again, thanks to you. He was finally at peace.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #ukai keishin #keishin x y/n #haikyuu ukai

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