#i almost clicked the how scandalous tag

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heat ⎯ jay park

pairing: jay park x fem!reader

genre: SMUT! MDNI! bodyguard!jay x rich girl!reader

warnings/tags: smut, bratty reader, mean dom jay, oral (m!rec), brat tamer jay, fingering, rough sex, orgasm denial, spanking, degradation, safeword (not used!), name calling (slut, dumb, whore etc.), pull out method, unprotected sex, masterbation, lots of mean dirty talk!, hair pulling, more tba... might've missed some.

💭: um… hey.. this was supposed to come out a week ago but i kept rewriting the smut part and tbh idk if im completely happy with it. but! here!!!! jay!!! ilysm im so sorry heres 4.7k words to make up for it!!! <3

you had yet to get used to your new routine, which consisted of waking up and getting followed almost every second of the day by your incredibly annoying (-ly sexy) bodyguard. you’ll never forget the morning you opened your bedroom door only to be greeted by a stone cold man who introduced himself as your babysitter.

it was a long week of constant fights with your parents before you realized nothing was going to change and this was how things were going to be from now on. your parents claimed you were too free and careless, and as the face of their multi-millionaire company, they just couldn’t have that. 

your bodyguard, park jonseong– though you’ve learnt he goes by jay on the job (you were to address him as mr. park), intrigued you to no end. You were warned by your parents not to act stupid and spoiled around him, but you really couldn’t help it. mr. park is just so easy to piss off. 

currently, you stood in front of the fashion center, bodyguard at your side as you waited for two of your friends to arrive. you had a long day of pushing your credit card to it’s limit and you couldn’t help but to be frustrated with the man who stood barely a foot away. you hadn’t gotten the chance to have actual free time to yourself since obtaining the bodyguard, mostly just attending company meetings and dinners with him there. nobody other than your family and employees had actually met the man face to face.

you texted your friends beforehand, sending your apologies for jay’s presence on your girls day out, but they were honestly focused on seeing the hot bodyguard that you mentioned in person. 

there is no denying just how attractive jay is. you do wonder how he came about in the job field, maybe the pay was just that good or it was a family business. but it didn’t matter, he had a face sculpted by the gods and if you didn’t hold a small petty hatred for the man, you would’ve recommended him to every single one of the modeling labels you had connections with.

“do you seriously have to be here?” you ask him, tapping away at your phone.

jay straightens his posture, face flattening at your question, “it is my duty to pro-”

you cut him off with a scoff, shoving your phone in the small purse at your side. he repeated that line anytime you complained to his face and you were quite fed up with it. “you have to watch over me and be by my side during every second of the day even when i need to piss– yes i know.” you mock his words. “but this is a mall! i’ll be with my friends, so can’t you just go and busy yourself for a few hours?”

“these are orders from your father, y/n.” he replies dryly, “i am not to leave your side. you do realize this is because of how you act when you’re away from your parents, right? if anything, this is your fault.”

you roll your eyes. jay was correct and you knew that, this was in fact your fault. if you hadn’t gotten caught and almost cost your parents a massive scandal, you wouldn’t have jay next to you at this moment. 

“this is also for your safety.”

“i don’t need you to protect me.”

jay clicks his tongue at your response, “no, but you do need to be babysat. don’t you?”

you’re ready to protest until you catch your friends walking up in the corner of your eyes. you shoot a glare at your bodyguard before slapping on a wide smile and squealing as you jog up to your friends. 

-

it’s not that jay isn’t used to walking or standing for long periods at a time, it was the fact that you took every chance to throw a shady comment his way or purposely stepping into every single store you saw even if you and your friends weren’t even interested. why did you feel the need to window shop in a store that only sold bathtubs and showers? you literally had a freshly renovated bathroom– everyone knew this. but you couldn’t help the feeling of victory when jay let out a sigh that went unnoticed by everyone except you.

jay checked the time on his watch for the nth time as you stood in front of a washer and dryer set in yet another furniture shop, talking about the great deal they were having. it didn’t matter, you were born with millions stuffed into your pocket and someone who did your laundry for you. he almost let out a victorious shout when you finally concluded you were done shopping for the day.

“wait! look at that dress.” you suddenly stop, everyone turns their gaze towards the window of the shop. “we have to go in there.”

no one could say anything before you were skipping off into the store. honestly, your friends couldn’t care less either because they dispersed as soon as the three of you entered the department store. jay watched as you asked the staff to try on the dress you had pointed out, a genuine smile painted your face while a frustrated frown made it’s way to his. yet he continued to follow you to the back of the store, taking the smaller shopping bags from your hands that you didn’t make him carry.

jay sat outside the dressing room for one minute, that one minute turned into three which soon turned into five. he lightly knocked on the door before calling out your name.

“is everything okay?”

he could hear shuffling inside the dressing room before the door clicked and opened. you stuck your head out and quickly looked around the store. “have you seen the girls?” jay also glances around the store, shaking his head no. 

“can you find them for me?” you ask him softly, he only stares at you with the answer painted on his face. you let out a frustrated sigh. “if you won’t then you’re going to have to lace up this dress for me.”

you had hoped that would be enough to send him looking for your friends, yet he stayed planted right in front of the dressing room door. you stare at him for a moment before opening the door wider and turning around, exposing your back to him in the undone dress. 

jay didn't waste a second, immediately grabbing the silk strings of the dress and lacing them through the fabric. you were about to express how shocked you were with his swift movements and skill before he backed away from you. 

you did a spin in the mirror, studying the dress that hugged your form perfectly. a smile breaks out across your face when you lift your gaze to meet your bodyguard, who was still staring at your backside. 

“do you have a girlfriend or something, mr. park?”

jay clears his throat before stepping further back, “i do not.”

his response doesn’t shock you as much. as attractive as he was, he was stuck at your side almost all day throughout the week. his schedule and job would suck for his hypothetical partner. “you wanna tell me where you learned to tie up a dress like this within thirty seconds?”

you continue to stare at him in the mirror, waiting for his response. 

“it’s not that hard.”

“no way,” you let out a laugh. “god, you totally got around before this job– am i right?”

jay doesn’t respond, he only averts his gaze from yours. 

“park jongseong, your silence is telling me you were a total whore before you became my babysitter.”

he lets out a scoff at your vulgar language, “that really wasn’t appropriate.”

“you know how to lace up a stupid satin corset. not to mention the perfect bow you tied the ends in– most men don’t even know how to tie a ribbon!” you continue. “less than thirty seconds too… you beat the clock. is this what you did for the girls you fucked?”

“watch your language here.”

you roll your eyes, “we are the same age. i don’t even know why i have to call you mr. park, you literally work for me.”

“i work for your father,” he responds, “and i’m older than you, show some respect.”

you cross your arms, mentally cursing him in your mind. his last comment rubbed you the wrong way and you were ready to start a useless one-sided argument with him. “respect? to you?”

“yes, to me. because i’m the one who has to hold your hand every second of the day because you act like a brat who’s had no parental guidance in her life every time you step into a public setting.” 

“my father pays you to be here– you work for us. so if anything–” 

“you don’t have any say in your daddys company yet, so again, you respect me.” he cuts you off with a sharp tone. “quit acting like a damn brat and– what the fuck are you doing?”

the dress you had tried on was currently unlaced and on its way off your body. a smirk made its way on your face when you caught jay’s irritated expression that was definitely laced with something more. his lash out gave you excitement and you knew you were pushing him to the edge.

jay shakes his head, backing away and slamming the dressing room door and holding it shut with his hands. this day was driving him insane and pushing him to a point that he’s never gotten to while on other jobs. you were a spoiled fucking brat and he was beyond fed up with your constant snarky remarks and attitude.

you fought with him every chance you could, half the comments you made had no points to them and he knew you were doing it to piss him off. jay didn’t know if your goal was to get him to quit or make his life a living hell with your insufferable personality, but he was sure of one thing– you did it for his reactions.

he did his best on holding back and not giving you what you wanted, but it has gotten to the point where he almost feels the need to step up and put you in your place. unfortunately, this could cost him his job so he knew he needed to hold back. your parents were aware of your shitty attitude so jay knew you wouldn’t make them bat their eyelids twice with your complaints about him. 

you push against the door a few times muttering that you were done changing. jay lets go of the door, letting you out. you stood in front of him with the dress in your hands and a heated expression. he simply grabs all the shopping bags and heads towards the checkout counter. 

after making your final purchase of the day, you parted ways with your friends after a few dramatic farewells and sat in the passenger seat of the car as you waited on Jay to finish up a phone call– most likely updating your father on your whereabouts. 

jay slides into the driver's seat,”your parents won't be home for another few days due to an emergency meeting with a partnership.”

you reply with an uncaring nod, leaning back in your seat and gazing out of the window. jay backs out of the spot and eventually you both head towards your home.

-

jays scoff cuts through the soft music playing in the car forcing you to look up from your phone, realizing the reason for his scoff. cars were at a full stop on the freeway and you couldn’t even see where it ended. 

you lean back further in your seat, slipping your shoes off and resting your feet on the dashboard, “can’t you take a different route?”

“this is the fastest route.” 

“that’s not what i asked; i asked if there’s a different route you could take.” you respond with know it all tone.

“if there was another route then i’d be taking it, smartass.” jay glances at your bare legs. he tries his hardest to not let his gaze linger on your skirt that was pushed at your upper thighs due to the position. “put your feet down.”

“why?” you know why. he knows you know why. 

“it’s dangerous.”

“but we aren’t moving..? plus, i’m comfortable.”

you were so close. so incredibly close.

“it doesn’t matter if you’re comfortable, put your feet down– it’s not safe and i will not drive you anywhere else unless you move them right now.”

so close.

you roll your eyes and slip your feet back into your shoes. jay lets out a tired sigh. the traffic was barely moving and you were being difficult once more, except this time you were both trapped on the road. you really picked the perfect opportunities to piss him off.

jay lets out yet another sigh when he notices you moving around. 

“what?” he asks as you slide the top part of the seat belt behind your head and off of your chest. “put that back on, please.”

“but why?” 

“do i really need to explain to you why wearing your seat belt correctly in a moving vehicle is necessary or are you going to be a big girl and put it back on?” 

“we aren’t moving, jay.” you whine out. “i’ll be fine! i will put it back when we actually start moving above five miles per hour.”

jay runs his hand through his hair as the other one grips the steering wheel. “wear it correctly.”

“make me.”

he tried. he really did. jay mentally apologizes to your father before turning to you with an angry expression. “wear the fucking seat belt correctly or i will make you– and i promise you will not like it.”

you bite back the growing smirk and continue to stare at him. you did it.

jay gives himself three seconds before turning his body towards you, he reaches over and grabs the top part and pulls it over your body and tugging it tightly. you muffle your laugh, which was your last mistake. he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“keep acting like a god damn brat.” he spits. “keep it up.”

you don’t respond to him as you were trying your hardest to calm your pounding heart and ignoring the ever growing need in your core.

“i’ve had it up to hear with your shitty attitude all week– you pushed it today and it will not go unnoticed.” he continues, pulling your face closer to his spot in the driver's seat. “keep up this behavior and i’ll show you exactly what happens to spoiled fucking brats like you. do you understand me?”

you really fucking did it. you pushed stone cold jay park to his limits and it made your cunt ache deliciously. jay catches the way your thighs rub together not so subtly, and it pisses him off.

“you wanted this reaction, right?” he utters in a low voice. “you did all of this just to get a fucking reaction out of me, huh? answer me, brat.”

you try your hardest to nod with the tight grip he holds on your jaw. 

“you got it, does that make you happy?” 

you don’t hesitate before nodding again. 

“yeah? make that pathetic cunt of yours drip?”

you don’t get a chance to respond when the car behind yours starts to honk. jay groans and lets go of you, returning his attention back to the road. you remain still, somewhat in shock with his choice of words.

“fuck it.” he grunts out before suddenly turning the wheel sharply and slamming on the accelerator. jay quickly pulls into an exit lane next to you and speeds off.

“i thought there wasn’t another route.” you mutter, holding the side of the door tightly.

“keep that fucking mouth shut.”

oh, you were in for it.

-

before you could even process it, you were getting yanked inside the house by your wrist, loads of shopping bags forgotten in the car. 

your heels clack against the marble floors as jay pulls you through the house, though he was tempted to fuck you against the front door. he stops you once you both reach the living room.

“name a color.”

“what?” you reply, visibly confused. why was he suddenly talking about colors?

jay scoffs, “just give me a color.”

you think for a moment before responding with purple.

“that’s your safeword tonight– do not forget it.”

oh. oh. you fucked up. jay lets out a pleased hum before spinning you around and bending you over the back of your family couch. your eyes widen and you grab onto the cushions, turning your head to look at him as he stands behind you.

“what are yo-” you were cut up by your own yelp when jay lifts your skirt and lands a harsh slap to your ass. 

“didn’t i say to keep that mouth shut?” he spits. “you speak when i tell you to.”

“i’m s-” another smack. 

“you can’t be this stupid.” jay rubs his hand against your bare ass, his fingers sliding under the thin lace of your panties teasingly. he lets out a mocking chuckle when his fingers graze over the wetness oozing out of your cunt. “getting a rise out of me really does get you wet. tell me what your goal was.”

when you don’t respond, jay simply lays another smack on your skin, causing you to jolt on top of the couch. 

“you really are a spoiled brat. i said, tell me what you wanted the most out of today.”

“just… just wanted you.” you mumble, which was the wrong answer because jay smacks your ass again. the skin started to burn as well as your knees from being bent over the uncomfortable couch for this long.

“what was that?” his tone is more demanding than taunting now. you take a deep breath, any shame or embarrassment you had disappeared with each smack to your ass.

“w-wanted to piss you off,” you shakily let out. “wanted you to fuck me, jay.”

jay smirks from behind you, “wanted me to fuck you?”

you nod your head and let out a yes that came out more like a whimper than anything. 

“do you think you deserve to get fucked? or even cum?” he continues to ask. “you were so bad today, you know?”

“i-i know. i’m sorry.” you really did sound so pathetic. never in your life did you think you would be begging a man to fuck you when he hasnt even touched you yet.

jay lifts you up to a standing position, giving you a soft smile before sending you to your knees. you almost fall against his legs but you quickly grip onto the fabric of his slacks. “show me how sorry you are, then i’ll think about letting you cum.”

you waste no time fumbling with the belt on his slacks, hands shaking as they pop open the button and yank his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. you don’t attempt to start slow, not thinking twice before getting straight to work, with your hand wrapped around the base and your tongue dragging along his tip.

jay inhales sharply, taking a hold on your hair as you begin stuffing him in your mouth. “god– fucking eager, aren’t you?” he spits out as you bob your head on his cock, his hand assisting your head. 

“shit, baby.” jay can’t hold back from thrusting his hips, the sigh beneath him only makes him ache. the tip of his dick knocking against your throat with each small thrust. “you– fuck… you suck cock like a slut. you want it that bad, huh?”

he knows he won't be able to last any longer like this, not with the way your pretty eyes glance up at him while your mouth grips onto his cock, or the way drool spills out of your mouth because he’s almost too big for your mouth.

a particularly harsh thrust into your mouth has you almost stumbling over, both your hands grab onto jays thighs to stabilize yourself. jay uses this to thrust a few more times before pulling out, leaving you breathless and gasping. he tilts your head up at him, taking his thumb and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth and shoving it in your mouth.

he laughs at the way your lips immediately close around his thumb, “such a good girl– so well behaved now. what happened to the bratty little girl from earlier?” his thumb explores your mouth, pushing down on your tongue as he continues to jeer. “all it took was a cock in your mouth to put you in your place? to get that annoying mouth of yours to shut up and behave?”

you stare up at him with eager eyes, you only nod at his taunts. jay finds your actions endearing, and if it weren’t for the situation, he would be doing everything and anything to make you cum immediately.

“get up.”

with shaky legs you follow his instructions, standing up straight. one look from jay has you turning around and bending over the couch again, waiting for his next move. your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably under your skirt, and you only yearn for jay to touch you again.

“seems like you can follow instructions after all– even without me saying anything.” jay lifts your skirt and rubs your ass, which was still red from him spanking you. he wraps his finger around the band of your panties before pulling them down and letting them fall to your ankles. 

he almost groans at the sight, almost hoping you’d be an insufferable brat in the future if it meant he could have you bent over the couch in the middle of your living room like this everyday. jay grips your hips, holding you still as he teases your cunt with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your soaked lips.

“jay– please.” your bodyguard only shushes you as he pushes inside of you, stretching you out slowly. he continues thrusting in and out at a painfully slow pace, making sure you can feel him with every stroke.

jay makes sure you know this isn’t for you. everytime you whine and plead him to go faster or slower, he reminds you who's in charge. 

you’re choking back moans, practically squealing into the couch cushions as jay slams into you from behind, “you don’t get to make demands here… fuck! you take what i give you.”

any chance you can feel yourself about to cum, jays ripping his cock away from you– degrading you and sending you taunts as you beg for more. he tightens his hand in your hair, tugging with each harsh thrust he delivers. it’s almost too much for you, your body already weak from his brutal pace and grip and now with each orgasm being taken away. 

“p-please.. wanna cum.” you mewl out pathetically, in which jay responds with a laugh and a tug on your hair that has you yelping. 

“you wanna cum?” he grunts out. you nod your head followed by a bunch of yes’s and pleases. jay shoves you head into the cushion below you and lifts your leg onto the back on the couch, his cock now hitting deeper inside of you. “god… so pathetic. keep beggin’ because you aren’t cuming on this cock.” 

his thrusts grow angrier and needier as he pushes himself towards the edge, making sure he takes any chance of coming from you. jay's chest is almost flat against yours as he pounds into you.

jay pulls out once again but this time quickly stroking himself with his hand before letting go on your lower back with a loud groan, making sure you know in more than one way that he got to cum and you didn’t. his release is hot against your skin, a reminder that your actions had consequences. jay continues to milk himself, his cum dripping on your bunched up skirt and your bare ass.

you tremble against the couch, whimpering. “please.. please let me cum. ill- ill be so good, please jay.”

“fuuck– you wanna cum that bad?” he responds, his orgasm still evident in his voice. 

“yes… yes, please.”

“then fuck yourself.”

you turn around, gripping the couch from behind. “what?”

jay has already pulled his slacks up, zipping and buttoning them shut before speaking again, “i said fuck yourself if you want to cum. right here– right now. do it then maybe i’ll keep that in mind next time to piss me off.”

you gulp at his words, your mind already reeling that this could happen again. “but.. want you to do it.”

“you want me to do it?” he coos, chuckling when you nod your head shamelessly. “your little pouty lips won't get you anywhere with me, doll. i know you can do it yourself– and i know damn well you think of me when you fuck yourself late at night like a whore in heat.”

he puts his hands on both sides of you as you lean against the backside of the couch, you could feel his come drip off your ass and down your legs. shakily, you reach a hand between your thighs and jay follows with his eyes. “see how easy it is to listen?”

you pinch and rub at your clit, letting out small gasps and whimpers as you desperately try to get yourself to cum. jay lifts your skirt and bunches it at your hips, gripping tightly as he watches you grind against your own hand. 

“i thought you wanted to cum? i know you can do better than that.” you felt humiliated in this position, more embarrassed than when you were begging for him earlier. you dip your fingers inside your cunt, curling and attempting to press against your sweet spot. 

your body was hot with need, and with jay’s eyes watching your every move as you continued your pathetic demonstrations. he seems fed up with your attempts to make yourself cum because he's quickly replacing your hand with his own and gripping your face with his other.

“too dumb to do it yourself? is that it?” he spits out as he curls his fingers inside of you, ripping a moan from your throat. “are you only good for acting like a spoiled fucking brat? you really can’t do shit by yourself?”

his grip on your face tightens as he forces you to look at him as he thrust his fingers in and out of you with his palm flat against your clit. your body arches into his touch, hips twitching with every movement of his fingers.

“j-jay… fuck–” you groan loudly. it wasn’t his cock, but god was he great with his hands. his long fingers thrusting up against the spot you need it to hit the most. 

“you look so pathetic like this, you know? needing to be fucked straight in order for you to act right– like a slut.” he continues, his voice as rough as his hands. “is that what you are? a slut? did daddy need to just hire someone to fuck you like this for you to behave like a good girl?”

you must be nodding your head pathetically because jay only lets out a mocking laugh.

“as long as you get to cum right?”

“yes– yes, god, please i’m so close!” you beg, slightly muffled from the grip jay holds on your cheeks. 

it only takes a few more thrusts and curls from jays fingers to have your body shaking and your cunt clenching tightly before letting go completely. long, strained whines leave your mouth as you ride out your orgasm. you felt almost disappointed, you were almost shocked you came at all considering how many times you had the chance ripped away from you, but you knew better than to voice that outloud.

jay slowly pulls his fingers from your pulsing hole, bringing his fingers up to show you. his grip loosens on your face and he brushes your hair back softly before pushing your cum coated fingers into your mouth.

“you have a dinner to attend in place of your parents in an hour,” he starts, “if you act right then maybe we can talk about your reward, okay?”

you nod at him, mouth closed around his fingers as you tasted yourself on him.

“good girl.”

[steddiealltheway]

!!!!! Tw: faked suicide not by Steve or Eddie. There are ⚠️⚠️⚠️ before and after the most graphic parts which can be skipped without needing too much context. I tried to be vague but it can still be triggering. !!!!! (Thank you everyone tagging it as such)

A sort of different type of TikTok Modern AU…

Eddie Munson is a famous rockstar and honestly doesn’t post much on TikTok, but he occasionally finds himself scrolling though the app which is how he finds Steve.

He’s gorgeous. Exactly Eddie’s type with luscious, gravity defying hair, a sharp jaw, pretty lips, and he bets if he had a closer look, Steve would have the most charming eyes. It’s a shame the camera is so far away from him, and Eddie almost wonders why until Billy Hargrove is in the shot.

Eddie’s stomach sours at the sight of the man. Yes, he’s attractive, even Eddie could admit that, but there was something about him that made Eddie feel uncomfortable. Plus, there were a few scandals surrounding the tiktoker regarding previous racist Tweets and comments which he has responded to with a thrust trap to “Nobody’s Perfect” by Miley Cyrus / Hannah Montana.

So yeah. Eddie didn’t particularly like him and the stuff he got away with just because he’s hot.

He tunes back into the video which has him holding his finger to his lips, and Eddie is already rolling his eyes. The caption says, “Pranking my boyfriend, Steve 🤣😱” and Eddie can already tell it has to be fake with all the dramatics that Steve just happens to not see.

But then Billy carefully sneaks behind the couch where Steve is sitting and dumps a bucket full of water and ice onto him which has the man yelling and standing up in shock. He stands still for a minute and then yells, “Why the fuck would you do that, Billy??”

The tone and overall reaction has Eddie actually wonder if the video is fake or if Steve is just a really good actor. But he watches it again and notices that the man doesn’t look toward the camera once and something about that makes him feel really uneasy.

Eddie has to reason with himself, if the man is dating Billy Hargrove then he must not be a great person, and maybe he deserved the bucket of ice water. But Eddie still closes out of the app and tries his best not to think about it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

He opens the app a few days later, having forgotten about the whole incident until he comes across another video by Billy and the word “prank” in his caption catches Eddie’s eye. He sighs wondering why it’s on his for you page, but right before he swipes past it, he catches the gist of the prank.

Billy fills a syringe with mayonnaise and injects it into a donut, and then it cuts to him giving it to Steve from a camera that once again seems to be hidden although Billy keeps glancing at it with a smirk on his face and evil in his eyes. Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t glance toward the camera, but his face lights up with glee when he’s handed the donut. “You got this for me?” He asks in an awe filled tone as if the donut means the world to him.

“Yeah, why don’t you take a big ol’ bite of it for me?” Billy asks, voice low. Eddie watches as Steve shifts uncomfortably and puts the donut down.

“This isn’t another prank, is it? You know I don’t like them,” Steve says which honestly surprises Eddie. His tone is entirely genuine, and he feels like he’s peering in on a private moment.

“Of course not baby. Told you I’d stop,” Billy replies with a big smile.

Eddie can’t help but click on the caption: “Simple prank makes boyfriend storm out!” With a shit ton of hashtags that Eddie doesn’t bother reading.

Sure enough, Steve bites into the donut and immediately spits it out. He doesn’t say a word, just shakes his head and storms out of room.

Billy laughs loudly, “Oh, don’t be like that, babe! You know that was funny as shit!”

Eddie opens the comments, and is surprised to find people actually defending the prank. There are some people who comment shit like, “date me instead! I would never get mad at your pranks 🥵”

There’s only one comment that says, “Don’t really find this funny.” But it’s swarmed with hate comments from Billy’s fans that has Eddie scoffing as he scrolls onto the next video. He watches for a few seconds before scrolling back up when he realizes something. He looks at the date of the TikTok and realizes it was posted the previous month which means…

Eddie sighs realizing that him looking through Billy’s videos will only give him more attention and views, but he needs to know how long this has been going on for. And he really needs to find out if Steve is in on any of it or at least had gotten Billy back.

He begrudgingly clicks on Billy’s profile and scrolls through. He finds several videos with the thumbnail being of Steve mid reaction to a prank, and Eddie notices that every time, the camera is far away, and there doesn’t seem to be a single video of him up close.

The whole thing doesn’t feel right to Eddie. But what can he do about it? It’s not like he can report the videos. He could simply just block Billy and try to forget it all.

He scrolls back to the top and accidentally refreshes the page. He’s about to block him when he notices a new video pop up, where Steve looks like he’s in the middle of a panic attack. Eddie immediately presses on it.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Billy smiles at the camera, no shirt in sight as he laughs, “This is my biggest prank yet. Steve should be home in less than a minute. And look,” he holds up his phone and shows a bathtub filled with red water that almost looks like blood.

Eddie’s shaky hand covers his mouth. He wouldn’t.

Billy laughs and continues, “I sent him a text that says ‘I’m sorry’ and a picture of an empty pill bottle, and he’s been texting me non stop for the past few minutes. Shit, he’s on his way now so it’s time for me to hide my phone and make this look as real as possible.”

Eddie watches as Billy puts his phone on a shelf and seemingly stacks towels up to cover his phone and hold it in place. He looks away when Billy takes out a bottle of fake blood and stages a suicide. He practically shakes with anger. Steve has to be in on this. He has to just be a good actor.

Eddie’s stomach drops when he hears Steve yelling Billy’s name rushing through the house. He bursts through the door and falls against the wall in shock. “Tell me this is a damn prank Billy. Billy…” he gets closer and shakes him. “Billy!” He yells shaking. “Shit. Shit. No no no. Fuck. What the fuck…”

Steve sits next to the tub and puts his head in his hands having a panic attack. Billy’s eyes open and he winks at the camera before grabbing Steve’s shoulders and yelling, “Boo.” He starts cackling loudly as Steve confusedly looks around trying to catch his breath. “I got you so good!” Billy yells through laughter.

Steve shakily gets up, tears streaming down his face and runs. Billy gets out of the tub and makes his way to his phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him later,” he says with a wink before the video ends.

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Eddie sits as the video reloops. He’s shaking with anger. He doesn’t think as he duets the video and mutes the other audio. “This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen. These ‘couple pranks’ are stupid enough and not funny, but to fake a suicide and call it a joke… you have to be an extra type of fucked up asshole. There aren’t enough words to describe how evil of a human being you have to be to do something like this to someone you love. I don’t care if this is staged or not. This is not okay. And fuck you.” Eddie quickly censors Billy’s half of the video with a note of “watch at your own risk.” He doesn’t care if his manager is pissed or if his account is filled with Billy’s fans hating on him or whatever. He presses the post button and turns off his phone. He needs fresh air.

He grabs his keys, a hat, and sunglasses, and makes his way out of his apartment. Hopefully the damn paparazzi back the fuck off today. He makes it down his street and walks quickly, fuming with anger. He weaves in and out of people and curses the busy LA streets.

He turns the corner and rams right into someone walking at an equally fast rate. He holds onto the stranger to steady himself and keep them up. “Sorry,” the man chokes out and Eddie is about to brush it off when he realizes he recognizes him.

“Steve?” He asks. He knew Billy lived in Los Angeles but he didn’t know he lived so close. The thought makes him kind of sick to his stomach. He thinks he might punch him if he ever saw him in person.

Steve wipes at his face and narrows his eyes at Eddie. “Sorry, do I know you?”

Eddie glances around before lifting up his sunglasses and hat, waiting for Steve to recognize him enough to gain his trust. Instead, Steve just stares at him blankly.

Eddie’s heart races. This has never really happened to him. He puts on the hat and sunglasses sheepishly. “Uh, I’m Eddie. I know you from Billy’s TikToks.”

Steve just tilts his head in confusion. His eyes are red and puffy. He wonders if Billy posted the video so soon after his prank and if Steve is currently in the aftermath of it. “Um,” Steve says and clears his throat, “Was I in the background or something? He told me I wasn’t in his TikToks.”

Eddie’s heart drops. He opens his phone and goes to Billy’s TikTok, ignoring the way his own TikTok is blowing up. He turns his phone to Steve and picks a less traumatizing prank to show him.

Steve grabs his phone and his eyes widen. A look of confusion crosses over his face that slowly turns into realization and numbness. “He’s been using me for views after promising he wouldn’t, isn’t he? I even asked if the pranks were somehow stupid content but he said they weren’t. He…” he trails off and shakes his head. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be unloading all of this onto you.”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m sorry that I told you.”

He watches as Steve numbly nods and scrolls presumedly through Billy’s profile. He looks down at the screen and back at Eddie. “Is this you?” Steve asks hesitantly as he turns the phone back to him.

Eddie confusedly looks at his phone and sees that Billy has apparently replied to his TikTok already. Then, to his left, he hears a bit of commotion and sees some cameras flashing. Fuck. “Do you trust me?” Eddie asks.

Steve looks at his phone and back at Eddie.

Yeah, that’s a lot to ask of him. “Okay, how about this? You keep my phone, and we run back to my apartment around the corner and talk in private before we both end up in shitty magazines?”

Steve tilts his head and glances toward where a few people with cameras make their way to them yelling, “Eddie! Eddie Munson!”

“You’re not a famous serial killer or something, right?”

“Musician,” Eddie says and holds out his hand. “One who hates Billy Hargrove.”

Steve looks down at his hand and takes it running alongside Eddie who tries not to think about the stories that might come out of this. Gosh, he thought his biggest scandal would be when he came out as gay.

He makes his way back to his apartment telling his doorman, “Paparazzi! He’s with me!”

Hopper just nods in response and opens the door quickly. Eddie sighs in relief when he makes it through and to the elevator. Steve looks at him and asks, “How offended are you that I don’t know you?”

Eddie laughs. “Mildly, but it’s a relief really.” He realizes that isn’t the biggest concern in the moment and changes the subject. “Are you okay?”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He opens his mouth but the elevator dings, and Steve almost looks relieved. Eddie doesn’t press it as he leads him to his apartment. “Make yourself at home. Do you want water, coffee, tea, soda, or anything?”

Steve numbly shakes his head, so Eddie grabs two bottles of water and two cokes from his fridge. He puts them down on his coffee table and sits on the couch, watching as Steve kind of hovers in his living room with his arms crossed. “I won’t bite, and I certainly won’t pressure you to do anything. But you can sit on the couch if you like.”

Steve eyes him and asks timidly, “You’re not in on anything with Billy, right?”

It breaks his heart seeing and hearing how on edge these pranks have made Steve. “Fuck no. I promise on my guitar I have never had anything to do with Billy and I never will. Well… unless you count me calling him out on his shit on TikTok.”

The words seem to get through to Steve who sits down on the couch next to Eddie while keeping his distance. “So… that’s why you were on his TikTok.”

Eddie’s heart hammers. He nearly forgot that Billy had apparently dueted his own video. “Yeah, but it has to be really new because I only posted mine literally a minute before I ran into you.”

Steve looks down at Eddie’s phone still in his hands. “Why?”

“Why what?” Eddie asks genuinely confused.

“Why did you call him out?” Steve asks, not sounding angry just… curious.

Eddie shifts and play with a string on one of the rips of his jeans. “His most recent video with the faked suicide. That wasn’t fucking cool, man. None of the pranks he’s done have been okay. And I’m sorry that you were put through them - especially this last one.”

Steve’s face turns almost white. “He posted that? Was I… was I in it? Like… my entire breakdown was…” he trials off as Eddie slowly nods. “Fuck,” Steve says burying his face in his hands. Eddie is about to apologize or go on a rant about how much he hates Billy Hargrove when Steve asks, “Can I see the video you made?”

Eddie’s cheek flush red, but he replies, “Yeah, uh, I don’t exactly remember what I said because I kind of went into a fit of rage and posted whatever came to mind. But yeah, my password is 051599.”

Steve types the password into his phone, and stares at the screen blankly. He looks at Eddie and asks, “I’m not on social media… ever so… could you show me?”

Eddie nods and slides over until he’s a few inches away from the beautiful man, and he does his best to try not to think too hard about how attractive he finds him as he goes to his profile and presses on his recent video. His nose scrunches up at the sound of his own voice, but he doesn’t disagree with anything he said. Billy Hargrove is a dick.

“Can I see the comments?” Steve asks. Eddie nods and clicks on them.

“Woah,” Eddie can’t help but say as he sees blue checkmark after blue checkmark. The top comments are from @ ronancetheromance with the couple saying: “Only an absolutely vile person is capable of such a fucked up prank. #SaveSteve”. Another from @ willthewise: “remember to comment on here instead of the original video so it can get less attention!! #savesteve”. Several of the rest of the streamers who call themselves “The Party” reply to Will’s with the hashtag “SaveSteve”.

“Who are these people?” Steve asks as he scrolls through the comments. He comes across one from @ billyfan4everandalways saying: “Watch Billy’s new video and stop being so quick to judge!!”

Eddie clicks on the replies, and the top liked one - having more likes than the original comment - is from @ ericasinclair: “that ugly mullet man’s explanation is bullshit and everyone knows it. let Steve talk for himself or I’m not buying it. #SaveSteve #CancelBilly”

Eddie nearly follows the girl, but realizes that Steve had asked a question. “Most of them I don’t know personally honestly.”

“Then why are they defending me? I’m nobody,” Steve says as if it’s a common fact.

Eddie turns off his phone and puts it down, properly facing Steve. “I know I don’t know you well, but you are not nobody. And these people are defending you not only because Billy is a dick, but this prank stuff is abusive and shouldn’t be normalized especially with the following he has. Nobody should go through that.”

Steve turns slightly red and looks away before asking, “Can we watch his reply?”

Eddie shudders a bit at the thought, but turns on his phone and goes to his page. “Are you sure? I haven’t seen it yet either, and I’m a little prone to getting pissed at him.”

“I’m sure,” Steve says and even reaches over to open the video.

Billy still has fake blood on him and is scrubbing it off with an angry look on his face. He looks at the camera every so often, and it’s clear that he’s staring at himself in a mirror. What a fucking asshole. “These pranks are harmless, and even my boyfriend would agree with that. He enjoys them and he makes sure to show me how much once the cameras stop rolling and his shock has died off,” Billy says so with a smirk on his face that sends chills down Eddie’s body. “So, stop making assumptions about me and my boyfriend and keep making shitty music instead asshole.” The video ends with him flipping off the camera.

“Charming,” Eddie comments, pausing the video so it doesn’t endlessly loop, and turns to see Steve’s reaction. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.

“He’s lying. I’ve been begging him to stop for weeks. Even slept on the couch in protest. But that last one was the last straw. I just… don’t know where to go,” Steve sits back against the couch and mumbles, “Fuck.”

Eddie shifts and looks at him. “Do you have any friends or family that could take you in?”

Steve laughs humorlessly. “My parent disowned me when they found out I was dating Billy. Didn’t want a bi son ruining the family image. I had to move in with Billy, and he used to be sweet really. Well… I thought he was for the first three months. When his TikTok career took off he moved to LA, and I felt like I had no choice but to go with him. I grew apart from the few friends I had before the move, and I was just stuck with Billy here. And I… I don’t know,” Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you. I just… haven’t really had anyone to talk to.” The man lifts his head, his eyes are tired and filled with unshed tears. He’s gorgeous really, but that’s the last thing Eddie needs to be thinking about.

Eddie takes a moment to consider things. Steve seems like a good guy. He has plenty of extra room in his too big apartment and money to spare that he doesn’t know what to do with. Honestly, he’s not meant for this lifestyle and never has been. He’s happy that his uncle Wayne is retired and living comfortably off his too big income, but it’s lonelier than he imagined it to be.

And with that thought Eddie tells Steve, “Then live here for a while. No pranks. I won’t use you for clout or whatever. I have a guest bedroom with its own private bathroom, and I usually never have visitors. And I hate parties, so you don’t have to worry about that either. I may be writing songs in the middle of the night, but my music room is fairly soundproof. And trust me, I would appreciate the company or feeling like my money is going toward something important.”

Steve stands up and shakes his head. “It’s okay, man. I don’t want your charity. You’ve already done enough.”

Eddie stays on the couch and says, “Please, Steve, stay a week or just a few days. If you hate it here, I’ll help you get on your way. But trust me when I say you’ll help me too. It’s…” he sighs and runs a hand over his face, “It’s lonely in LA.” He cringes as he quotes the title of his favorite song that he’s written. It’s also his least popular one, but it’s the most honest thing on any of his albums.

“Reminds me of that song,” Steve says with a small smile.

Eddie’s head snaps up. “You know it?”

Steve hums the chorus of Eddie’s song and Eddie joins in. Steve stops to ask, “You know it, too?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “I wrote it.”

Steve looks at him for a few moments longer with a combination of shock and hesitation. Then he surprises Eddie by asking, “You really wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

“Not at all. Unless you ended up doing something really drastic like trying to murder me.”

Steve snorts, and Eddie finds it endearing. He tries to shake the feeling away. He can not fall for this man when he’s a guest in his house and especially not after everything he’s been through. But then Steve gives him a real smile and holds out his hand saying, “It’s a deal.”

And when Eddie takes his hand and feels how warm and nice it feels in his, half of him wants to argue that it’s just because it’s been a while since he’s actually had a genuine conversation with another person. But the other half is quick to accept that he’s absolutely fucked when it comes to this stranger that he feels like he’s inevitably going to fall in love with.

[andypantsx3]

fingerprints | 7 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 4k of est. 35k words | 7th of 9 chapters

summary: When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.  

tags/warnings: romance, soulmate au, fluff, pining, not actually unrequited love, aged up characters, eventual smut

It was worse than you could have ever imagined.

Almost as soon as you’d gotten inside, your neighborhood had begun crawling with unfamiliar people. Your phone had started ringing incessantly, your texts and twitter notifications suddenly exploding.

From the brief flashes of the messages you could see, it all had to do with Shouto. Text whizzed past–hiii i saw your handle posted in a thread, are you really running girl? and Is it true?? Are you Shouto’s soulmate???? and worst of all, die in a ditch bitch you’re too ugly for him.

Your stomach churned.

You didn’t dare open your laptop or turn the television on, for fear of how far the speculation had spread, and what people were saying about you. You tried to ignore the murmur of the crowd amassing outside your apartment building, and opened a random book with shaky hands, trying to focus on something else.

You were not quite successful.

Your apartment building was old and thin-walled enough that you could never fully block out the drone of dozens of voices, the shutter click of cameras, and the loud, authoritative tones of someone ordering people back—likely Shinsou’s aforementioned partner, Real Steel. It all coalesced into an unsettling undertone that kept you on edge for hours.

It wasn’t until that evening, a hundred unread pages later, that conditions changed. The sounds of a muffled argument came through the wood of your front door, and you couldn’t help but peer out the peephole, to find Shinsou looming over your roommate Ami, clearly blocking the entry to your apartment.

“It’s my friggin’ house!” she was saying when you poked your head out.

At the sound of the door, Shinsou turned to eye you. “Stay right there. I need to put her under before she can come in, in case she’s using an appearance altering quirk.”

Your roommate did not look thrilled by this prospect. But Shinsou did not look like he was going anywhere.

Intrigued by whatever Shinsou’s quirk might be, you watched as your roommate gave up, letting him do what he wanted. He murmured a question, and your roommate’s eyes suddenly went vacant with her response.

“Drop your quirk,” Shinsou ordered her. You didn’t know what was supposed to happen–but when nothing did, he looked satisfied.

He gestured her inside, giving you a significant look over the top of her head. “Todoroki says don’t look at anything online.”

You nodded. “I–yeah, I uh–it doesn’t look kind out there. I guessed I shouldn’t…”

Shinsou watched you for a minute, violet eyes sliding over you in some kind of assessment. “Whatever shit they’re saying, disregard it. They just want a piece of Todoroki’s flat ass.”

You blinked, a shocked laugh spilling out of you. “I don’t–-it’s not flat!”

One of Shinsou’s eyebrows lifted, that smirk touching his mouth again, and you whirled around, yanking your roommate through the door with a strangled, “Anyway thanks!” You slammed it behind you before you could say anything else embarrassingly revealing of the stock you’d taken of Shouto’s…assets.

Your roommate gaped at you, immediately demanding the details of how you of all people had gotten caught up in the biggest romantic scandal in hero history. You summarized it as best you could, trying to ignore her slack-jawed look.

“But you’re so normal,” she said when you finished. “You’re just–-you.”

You hid a wince, but had to agree. The last couple of months had been a giddy blur, but you still were just some girl with an hourly wage, working in an animal shelter and living in a squashed little apartment with zero merit to your name.

“Yeah, it’s…It doesn’t feel real,” you said. “Maybe we’re dreaming this.” You thought back to the time you thought you’d hallucinated Shouto in the doorway of the shelter. “Maybe we’re all just experiencing some mass hallucination…”

Ami nodded seriously, like this was an option. She floated off to her room, where you heard her answer a call from another of her friends—“It’s true, you are never gonna believe what she told me!”—and you quickly retreated to your own room, trying not to think about the shock she’d exhibited, or any of the unsettling messages that had flashed past before you put down your own phone.

It made you rethink the events of earlier in the day, frowning as you went over lunch with Shouto’s mom, your wild shopping spree–events that felt light years away now. You could have even sworn that Shouto had been waiting for something as he left you outside your apartment–lingering, watching your face, standing so close like he’d been expecting you to lean up and—and—-

But no.

That was crazy. And Ami’s reaction, plus the reaction of thousands of other people online underlined that.

You’d let your mind run away with you just because Shouto had made you feel like someone. Someone special to him—but that was fucking unhinged. Delusional. Deranged.

As if drawn by your need to remind yourself who you were, you opened your phone again. Hundreds of texts from friends clogged your message app, and your twitter notifications numbered in the thousands.

Hey it’s Mari, one text from your coworker said. I’m covering your shifts for the next couple days, management is asking you not to come in or the crowds will agitate the animals.

Your heart sank. You loved the pets at the shelter, and they were possibly the only beings in your orbit who wouldn’t know or care about your newfound notoriety. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to snuggle into the patchy fur of shelter cat, run off your anxieties with the dogs on the track out back. You would settle for Princess giving you her smug little stink eye over Shouto’s shoulder, even.

And how were you ever supposed to achieve your dream of opening your own rescue if you were suddenly being denied shifts? You hoped they didn’t have to let you go over this—you didn’t want to dip into your tiny pile of hard-earned savings to cover your rent and food, didn’t want to backslide on months and months of progress all because people couldn’t be chill over a man who didn’t even like you like that.

As if to torture yourself further, you let yourself flick through your twitter notifications. Some bordered on kind, things like omg i’m soooo jealous of you and this girl’s first reaction to finding out she was shouto’s soulmate was to RUN AWAY?? queen of relatability but there were many more that were just as you had feared.

Guys relax, it's obviously not real, someone had tweeted. Look at Shouto and then look at her. Another had posted, it’s not even that he’s in a different league, they’re not even playing the same sport.

When a glance at the sidebar showed you that #shoulmatehoax was the highest trending topic in your area, your stomach twisted. You quickly clicked out of the app, retreating into your own room to hide under the covers.

Part of you blazed in rage that people were being so awful about you—you were just a normal fucking person! You never asked for any of this, you had tried your best to mind your own business, and you weren’t a supermodel by any means but that didn’t give people the right to be assholes!

But another part of you knew you’d gotten too big a head over Shouto and needed to be brought down. Spending his money, meeting his mother, thinking he was going to kiss you? You were playing a different sport altogether, and you needed to remember that.

You tossed and turned, rolling around under your blankets, feeling hot and cold and ashamed and embarrassed. No matter how much you tried to put it out of your mind, you couldn’t.

You lay awake for a long while, thoughts roiling, until eventually, when dawn had finally started to creep under the gaps in your curtains, you slipped into an uneasy sleep.

In the morning, you were awoken by your roommate pounding on your door, her voice high and strangled.

“Y/N!” she screeched. “Y/N you’re gonna wanna get out here right now!”

Her fist pounded with urgency, heavy staccato beats. She sounded panicked.

Your eyes shot open and you fell out of bed, clumsy with sleep. You tore the door open, heart in your throat, only to find Ami on the other side, flanked by a tall, handsome silhouette you knew only too well.

“Sh–Shouto!” you garbled out, fuzzy with shock and the clinging threads of slumber. “Why are you–? What are you–?”

He peered at you calmly over Ami’s head, eyes trailing slowly down your form. A white eyebrow went up. You realized with horror that you were still in your sleep clothes, an old tee shirt and the world’s tiniest pair of shorts that clung unflatteringly to the swell of your thigh. Your hair had to be a bird’s nest, your face puffy and pillow-creased.

And here Shouto was, perfect and put together, looking like he’d just stepped right out of the pages of like, a Ralph Lauren catalog. Damn him.

“You were not answering your phone,” he said. You watched, mortified, as his eyes dipped back down to your bare leg and pinned there, like he couldn’t help himself. Your face heated in shame.

He probably couldn’t believe the nerve of you to show yourself like this to him.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said, trying to angle yourself in front of Ami to hide, but he was tall enough that his eyes followed you right over the top of her head.

“Ami, please entertain Shouto for a minute while I, um, put clothes on,” you pleaded, then threw the door shut in both of their faces before either could respond.

You raced to your closet and frantically dug out the first sweater you saw, then tripped over to your dresser and unearthed your pants, bra, and panties. You yanked it all on at the speed of light, and then frantically did your hair, cursing as your fingers tangled in it. You ran into the bathroom and hurriedly washed your face, power washing your teeth with all the speed and force of a carwash.

You spilled out a few minutes later, to find Shouto looking out of place on your couch, shamelessly looking through the collection of things on your coffee table–Ami’s incense burner, a pile of your books, a well-watered succulent in a tiny pot, and a few sheets of what looked like one of Ami’s nursing assignments.

Ami pulled on her coat to head to work, looking almost relieved that she was about to be out of the same room as someone as hauntingly beautiful as Shouto.

“He’s real,” she hissed as you passed one another in the hall. “And he looks like that!”

And then she was out the door, Shinsou’s drawl greeting her as she stepped into the hall.

The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with Shouto. Your heartbeat spiked.

Shouto watched you for a long moment, those pretty, heterochromatic eyes sliding back down to your now-clothed legs as if to affirm you were properly attired now. You watched a tiny smile tease at the corner of his mouth as he eyed your slippers, before his eyes flicked back up to your face. Your skin went weirdly warm.

“Um, sorry I wasn’t dressed,” you said, cheeks heating. “I didn’t expect, um, company. Or to leave the house, really, for the next few days–-”

Shouto interrupted you by getting to his feet, and in two long strides he had reached you, pulling you close to him with an arm around your back. He was so tall and warm against you, and that faint cologne of his lingered at his pulsepoint. Your blood went molten in your veins, your brain suddenly blue screening.

“Shouto–?” you asked, muffled into his shoulder.

A large, calloused hand came up to cup the back of your head, pressing you more firmly into his shoulder. Almost automatically, your hands went around his back, fisting in the material of his coat. Every inch of him felt like relief against you, and you had to fight not to slump bonelessly into him, not to curl up and hide in him.

“You were not answering your phone,” Shouto said, finally, his voice a low murmur against the side of your head. “I had thought…” he trailed off, like he was unwilling to finish the thought.

The soft, concerned tone of his voice, and the way he was holding you too him made a weird, shivery sort of feeling well up inside of you. He had seen—he knew what some of the people had been saying about you online. You suddenly wanted to hide your face in his neck, something horrifyingly like tears prickling at your waterline.

Obviously he’d known, already, that you weren’t compatible in the way that soulmates usually were, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn’t made a move on you and was most probably seeing someone already. But hot shame twisted in your gut at the idea that he would have to be confronted with it all over again, for it to really be driven home that with the kind of soulmate he deserved, he’d been given you instead.

You blinked quickly, trying to fight the sudden wave of emotion back. How embarrassing.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, hoping you sounded normal. Really, you could handle a couple of assholes online. It’s not even like they were wrong, necessarily. “Really it’s fine.”

“It can be…overwhelming,” Shouto said, his mouth in your hair. He made no move to pull away from you, just stood there holding you, like it didn’t bother him at all. “You do not have to be fine.”

The care in his voice almost undid you. You clutched harder at his jacket, trying to breathe slowly.

“Shouto–”

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “You do not have to be fine. You did not ask for this.”

You quickly shoved your face into his shoulder as a pair of hot tears finally spilled over, embarrassment curling in your belly. It was just a couple of kind of rude tweets! Shouto was a pro hero and had been subjected to so much worse over the years–-especially given his relation to a notorious war criminal, and the still-widely-condemned former number one hero. It was horrifying that all it took was a couple of asshole tweets to drive you to this, especially when they weren’t even incorrect.

You struggled against the rest of your tears but they kept coming, slipping out and wetting the fabric at Shouto’s collar.

“The agency was able to get the book delayed, and Yoshizuki Ayumi’s next few interviews suspended. She has recanted her speculations in a tweet, but I do not anticipate that the news will be suppressed forever,” Shouto said.

His hand petted over your hair softly, and you wondered, half-crazed, if this is what Princess got to feel like all the time.

“It’s fine,” you said. “It’s fine.”

“There is…something else,” Shouto said. You were too embarrassed to turn and look at him inquisitively, so you made a questioning noise into his coat.

“I regret that…you will not be able to return to the shelter,” Shouto said. “It won’t be safe for you there.”

Your heartbeat stopped, hammering to a halt in your ribcage.

The shelter. Your job. Your dream—

If you couldn’t go back to the shelter, then you couldn’t go back to your job. Couldn’t make rent. Couldn’t put away funds for a rescue.

And if you couldn’t work at the shelter, where else could you go? Was it only that kind of job that was unsafe? Was any public-facing job unsafe? How were you supposed to work anywhere and not show your face—unless…you could get a job washing dishes in the back somewhere. Or maybe unloading trucks or something?

Your breath came fast and you strained in Shouto’s grip, trying to keep collected. You wouldn’t cry over this too–you could find something else. People lost jobs all the time…

“Oh, I—” you fumbled. “I. Yes, right. Um, I’ll look for—something else. You will have to advise me—”

You cut off, horrified when your voice began to creep up into something high and reedy with upset.

Shouto suddenly stepped back from you, and you had a wild moment of terror and disorientation, before he leaned back in, cupping your face in his hands. He tipped your chin up to him, looking grimly handsome and horribly, horribly regretful.

Your tears came harder and you stared at him wide-eyed, not knowing what to do or say.

“I am sorry, love,” he said. “I did not mean for this, when I came and found you.”

You swallowed, conscious of his fingers where the tips brushed your throat, then shook your head. “No, no. I’m so happy that you did. Of course I am—you’ve been so unbelievably kind. Shouto, don’t ever think that.”

Shouto’s mouth was a hard, serious line. “It’s where I met you properly, for the first time. I do not like to see you leave the shelter under these conditions.”

You wished you could stop crying, to be even a modicum of more reassuring. “It’s fine. People have to leave jobs all the time. I have a couple months of savings, and I’m sure like, washing dishes doesn’t need too many creds, or–you’ll have to tell me what else you think could be safe…”

Shouto’s brows knit, and his mouth twisted into a frown. “Washing dishes?” he echoed.

You watched his eyes trace down your face uncertainly. “That’s a bit dramatic. Obviously there’s other stuff. I just thought…out of the public eye…”

Like, unless you had developed a quirk in the last five minutes, there was no way that you could defend yourself against someone who came looking for Todoroki Shouto’s soulmate, regardless of the fact that you weren’t his romantic partner or anything.

“I had wanted to tell you some other way,” Shouto said, his thumbs brushing away stray tears. “But I suppose now would be best.”

You watched him curiously through watery eyes as he let go of your face, hand sliding into his pocket for his phone.

He pulled something up quickly, then turned his phone to face you. You blinked as a shop front came into view, a few lingering tears squeezing themselves out with the motion. It was a kind of charming, free-standing brick building, surrounded by a neat little parking lot. It looked to be a picture on some property portfolio–a map at the side of the page showed a red dot not far in location from Shouto’s apartment, sandwiched between his home and his agency.

It didn’t look like it was open, whatever it was, and you looked at Shouto doubtfully.

“Are they…hiring…?” you asked, mystified.

Shouto’s mouth twitched. “Unless you planned to rescue all the animals by yourself,” he said.

It took a minute to register what he’d said, but when you did, it felt like the floor had opened up underneath you. You took a dizzy step back.

“An animal rescue? My animal rescue?” You asked, thoughts reeling. There was no way. There was no way.

Shouto nodded seriously. “If you like the location. I’ve put an offer in, but if another location suits better, it is changeable. And you’ll need to tell me where you want things—it’s feasible to put a run in, where the parking lot is, they’ve said. And it will be taken apart to install the proper security measures, layer by layer, so it may take some time…”

He trailed off, peering at you somewhat anxiously, you thought, eyes widening when he noticed an embarrassingly fresh stream of tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Do you not like it?” he asked.

You grabbed his forearm, panicked. “No!” you shouted, wincing with your own volume. “No, I love it. Shouto—I—but you can’t—I don’t have the money to pay you back right now. I don’t even have the full funding plan yet, I haven’t—”

One of Shouto’s hands came up to take you by the chin again, thumb stroking just under your eye, smearing the tears there. You thought you’d never been touched so terribly gently.

“I should like to be your funding plan,” he said. “I do not want money from you. You can collect other donations, if you like. But I will fund you fully. And my mother has asked to be included—there is a significant family fortune that needs spending, she says.”

You didn’t know what to do with your face, or where to put your hands, or how to stop crying. You didn’t know anything, except that all you could do was throw your arms around Shouto again, and muffle a hoarse "Thank you," and a sudden sob into the collar of his jacket.

His arms came around you, clutching you to him tightly.

Wave after wave of emotion hit you–anxiety, confusion, happiness, anticipation. It was all a jumble, a wild tangle of things you could do nothing but stand there, holding Shouto like a lifeline.

He held you there for a long time—an embarrassingly long time, actually, while you cried out all your feelings from the last twenty-four hours. You liked that he didn’t prompt you, just stood there silently, tall and strong and warm against you, letting you figure yourself out.

When you were finally able to pull away, Shouto peered down at you, those heterochromatic eyes curious. He murmured something quiet, a query on your feelings.

You took slow stock of yourself, registering a slight caffeine headache and a bone-deep dryness, as though you were a sponge that had been wrung out. You thought you should probably feel other things, too, but those two sensations were the most overwhelming.

“I think…First I need water and also a coffee,” you told him. “I will have to figure out a repayment plan later, when I’m not a mess–”

Shouto opened his mouth but you put a hand over it, heart beating hard with how daring you were being, touching him this much.

“--We can talk about it later,” you said. “Right now, I’m thinking coffees for both of us. Does that…sound okay?”

Reluctantly, he nodded. “I am sorry to have woken you,” he said around your hand.

You glanced at the clock, eyebrows raising when you realized it had already passed lunch time. As if on cue, your stomach growled, and you felt Shouto’s mouth quirk against your hand. You quickly drew your palm away, your whole arm tingling with the feeling of his mouth. Your fingers had left little smudges of color at the side of his mouth, almost like you had kissed him, had left an imprint of your lipgloss on him…

“I had also thought we might cook together, if you like,” Shouto said, interrupting that embarrassing train of thought. You followed his gaze over to your door where a tote of what were clearly recently-purchased groceries lay to the side of your door. You spied leafy greens and a bag of rice crowning the top.

“There is a lunch recipe Fuyumi sent me that I would like to try,” he said.

Your heart warmed with the idea, and the knowledge that Shouto had definitely brought food as a means of distracting you from the things people were saying on twitter–to give you something else to do and to focus on. He was so unbearably good.

You could feel your heart ballooning with helpless affection for him as he watched you expectantly–as though there was ever any way you could say no to him.

“Lunch sounds amazing,” you told him. You padded over and scooped up the groceries, then led the way into your cramped little kitchen.

Shouto followed after, his face so carefully still, finally, that you could tell he was trying not to look too smug. You smiled, so full of emotion that you couldn’t even bring yourself to be self-conscious about the state of your kitchen or Shouto’s tear-soaked coat or the thousand other things you should probably be remembering.

And in that small moment, you thought things might actually, unexpectedly, turn out okay.

[saintbarou]

tags: fem reader m, fluff, food mention, eating mention, quanxi is flirtatious with the reader, no warnings

synopsis: decades could pass and quanxi still will always want to step on kishibe’s toes. even when in front of you - his new girlfriend.

kishibe introduces you to quanxi - she’s his oldest friend and he doesn’t think much of what will happen. she raises a visible brow at how you wave at her. you’re friendly if not a little quiet, she watches how you immediately turn the burner on and start serving the hot pot to the others at the table. her girls watch eagerly as you give them almost too rare strips of beef - the expensive kind that melts in their mouths.

she watches you smile, a little nervous and shy but incredibly warm; there’s a fondness in your gaze as her girls clamor and chitter excitedly about the meat you served. quanxi turns her gaze to kishibe, a singly dark eyes widening when she sees that hidden behind the palm that he’s perched on the table, he’s smiling. warm and small but still there.

she doesn’t answer when you tentatively call her name - she must make you nervous, she thinks. looking you over she nods and you sort of look like a puppy. you’re pretty in the way fireplaces and knit sweaters are pretty. you hand the meat over and quanxi can smell your perfume cutting through the smell of broth and meat and potstickers.

lavender, bergamot and cedarwood.

it all clicks together. quanxi and kishibe don’t say much - both of their girls are enough to carry conversations. you know a bit of mandarin to get through the moments when her girls don’t know the word in japanese. quanxi says your name, slightly accented by her mother tongue.

“yes? would you like more meat ms.quanxi?” she shakes her head, she isn’t all that hungry really. quanxi simply doesn’t need to be asked twice to spend kishibe’s money.

“no thank you. i just wanted you to know, that if this old dog gives you any trouble, don’t hesitate to call me. i’ll set him straight for you.” you gape at her, looking over to kishibe who seems to be mulling her words over.

“she’s right,” he hums looking over at you with amused dark eyes, “ if you ever want to land a good hit on me just call quanxi, she’s been doing that for over 10 years.”

you laugh slightly, the wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he smiles. quanxi can’t help to think that nothing has changed.

a devious thought is born in her mind.

“another offer - if you ever get bored of him, don’t hesitate to come by my way. me and my girls will treat you just fine if you ever come looking.” she says, putting in a slice of beef in her mouth enjoying the taste. a dark eye surrounded by smooth skin drinks on the scandalizing look of shock on you face before you cast a worried glance kishibe’s way. you’re cute, no wonder he wants to keep you.

kishibe brings an arm to your shoulders, wrapped in his work overcoat the bulk is heavy, warm and comforting. he brings you into his shoulder and you smell his cologne and aftershave.

“you’ve got some nerve to pull the moves on my woman right in front of me.” quanxi doesn’t open her singular eye but smiles thinly all the same.

“just wanted to keep you on your toes.” she confessed, asking you for more meat. you do so, fiddling with the tongs to drop the slices into the broth, clearly nervous that kishibe is upset. he looks over to you, and brings his head to bump forehead with you, the way cats do. he murmurs something into your ear and you smile bashfully. your lips form the words thank you and he gives that same damn goofy smile of his when he’s flirting.

yeah, she knows exactly why kishibe is adamant on keeping you.

the night continues as normal as can be when dining with a harem of fiends, somehow you even manage to bring in some of her girls’ more rowdier moments. every time she looks at her old friend, she seems him smiling even if just slightly. quanxi doesn’t think she’s human enough to feel happiness, it elude hers and escapes her heart like a fog. but she’s glad that kishibe after a very long time can experience it with you.

[anystalker707]

Maybe unrequited feelings

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 2 800 Summary: The way he treated you made you wonder if he didn't like you, but it seems to be quite the opposite. Tags: Sanji is just a babygirl / Shy Sanji A/N: I'm still learning how to write for op

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          It felt off, really. Were you ugly or something? Maybe annoying. Or just not his type. It all always bugged you a little, an insistent thought in the back of your mind that always resurfaced whenever you saw Sanji with heart eyes pampering whoever he found attractive. Something shifted in your chest whenever you watched it happen, so it wasn’t much different now, watching him talk to whatever person that sat two tables away from you.

That was supposed to be a nice day, shaped for relaxing and clearing your minds on this new island. The crew had divided itself in two parts at some point, with Luffy, Franky, Usopp, Brook and Zoro wandering off at the moment they saw the local commerce, an activity you and the others weren’t really up to, given the intense heat. In the light of this, at the moment, you sat at a small table outside a little restaurant with Nami, Robin, Chopper, and, previously, Sanji. His drink sat unattended at the table; its cold temperature clashed with the hot weather and resulted in a puddle of condensation at the base of the fancy glass.

“You seem a little off, (y/n). Are you sure you are alright?” Chopper asked. His eyes barely made it over the table and his straw made a comically long turn to go above the glass then down to reach his lips.

Your eyes averted to Chopper, but you just pursed your lips in a little funny pout that made him chuckle, so you couldn’t help and smile a little. “I’m fine, Chopper, don’t worry! Just thinking a little, ‘s all!” Why would you talk about it, in the first place? You were sure Robin was tired of your venting.

Nami raised an eyebrow at you, however, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the chair. “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve been noticing something...” She trailed off, averting her eyes away in a badly played clueless manner; you looked at Robin out of instinct, and the chuckle she gave you in response had your cheeks warming up while you sat back on the chair, covering your face with your hands.

“Waaa, don’t leave me in the dark!” Chopper cried out, tugging at you and then at Nami. “What’s it? What’s it?” He almost walked over the table to do the same to Robin.

“Well, let’s say that Mx. (y/n) would enjoy a little more attention from our cook.” Robin smiled. You wondered how amusing the situation was for her. Even Nami herself seemed to have fun, giggling into her hand.

“Yeah, maybe...” You trailed off, letting your hands run through your hair, and decided to take a large sip of the drink to end it already and perhaps clean your mind a little.

“Eh?” Chopper looked at you for a long moment. “Then you can just—”

“(Y/n) has a crush on Sanji, Chopper!” The volume of Nami’s voice not only had your cheeks burning bright red, but also looking at Sanji to make sure he didn’t hear anything while Chopper made a scandal, as if he had heard the biggest gossip of his whole life—part of you hoped Sanji did catch on it and came over, even if it wouldn’t have the best outcome.

“B—But him, (y/n)?” Chopper’s jaw dropped. “H—He’s nice and all, but—”

“Look at the way you put it!” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head at Nami. “It’s not a crush... I’m just... interested. I would at least like to be friends with him, closer and all, but he just, um, treats me as if I were still new to the crew and all.” A sigh escaped your nose and your eyes drifted away from everyone else—you didn’t need their pitiful looks. What if it sounded a little too attention seeking? It wasn’t really your priority. Everything was fine as long as you and Sanji worked together just right during the fights and didn’t get in the way of each other’s objectives.

Nami hummed as she tilted her head. She didn’t remember Sanji ever directly asking you for your favorite dish so he could prepare it nor at least once urging to be paired up with you when you split up on any plan or adventure. “Now that you’ve mentioned it...” She raised her eyebrows and looked over at Sanji, scratching her chin. “Maybe there’s actually something up with this.”

“Would you like any of us to find out what is happening, (y/n)?” Robin asked you. “I suppose it could be of certain help since you want to be friends with him, at minimum.”

Worrying them wasn’t good—it made a weight set itself in the back of your mind—, but at the same time, something in your chest insisted that you accept it. Maybe there would be improvements you weren’t aware of at the moment. Silence your mind, even. That would be a great improvement, actually, not having you worry about something so constantly, as silly as it was.

“Well, I am not opposed to that,” you mumbled, absentmindedly playing with the straw inside the empty glass. “Just don’t tell him that I, um, am interested. I trust you.” Those words had Nami immediately grinning, rubbing her palms together; you glared at her along with Chopper, though he had more of curious eyes. “Correction, I trust Robin!”

You left after a quick exchange of words, once again telling how you trusted them and reminding them of your condition, this time deciding to go after Luffy and the others to find out what they were up to.

Walking with the others was fun. It was no surprise that Zoro was not with them, but you managed to find him after some point. At first, you were just making sure not to let him get lost, although you eventually got to a point in which you didn’t recognize your surroundings and didn’t see the others as well. As much as you insisted, Zoro just said you two would eventually find them again because you weren’t even lost. Technically you did find them, but it was just when the sun had already disappeared in the horizon, and dinner was already being served at Sunny.

“Hi!” You called as you took a seat next to Nami, happy to be at the ship again, and eyed her bowl with a hum of appreciation. “Sorry, we got lost!”

“We did not!” Zoro retorted; you chuckled with a roll of eyes, but wouldn’t argue, not this time.

“We—”

“Here, Mx. (y/n).” Sanji stood there bowing down, with a cloth over the arm he didn’t use to hand out the bowl with food that he had served for you. He was there, noticing you. Wow, you existed to Sanji as something aside from a fighting partner. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you.” Your voice was weaker than you’d like it to be. The bowl was warm, heating up your hands after a long day of holding glasses and cups of cold drinks, and the taste was better than ever. Nami’s eyes on you were difficult not to notice, however, you decided to ignore it for now, continuing to eat. What did they tell Sanji?

The empty dishes were set aside, being collected by Sanji and Chopper, while you talked with Nami and Robin, leaned against the railing while observing the waves crash against the side of Sunny. Once loud and crowded, now the island sat quiet since the people at the streets near the shore were in their homes already, plus that Zoro and Luffy already snored away wherever they were; the rest were probably off to their quarters or messing with anything else in the peace of the night.

Your talk with the girls had already faded away, leaving you busy with your thoughts instead, or at least until Nami spoke up again. “I’m going to be right back,” she said, leaving with no further explanation, disappearing inside the kitchen.

“Maybe I should go to sleep as well.” You yawned. Your muscles complained a bit with the way you rolled your shoulders in a futile attempt to get rid of the weight that clung to them. Lying down on your soft mattress would feel simply perfect after a long day like that.

Robin placed a hand over your forearm before you could move. “Can you just wait for Nami to return, with me?”

“Well, sure.” Just a little longer wouldn’t hurt. The thing is, it wasn’t just a little longer. You couldn’t keep your feet in the same place for long enough. You had spent the whole day walking around the city, so lying down wasn’t a bad idea at all. "Robin—"

"I think she is not coming back." Robin chuckled. "Come on." She nodded back to the kitchen—aw damn, she dragged you to the kitchen instead of the quarters' direction.

The kitchen was all quiet. Only Chopper was there, asleep in the corner, and the other two were nowhere to be seen. Robin moved to get a glass of water for herself and you did the same, hoping it would help you fight the tiredness a little. It did, thankfully, because Robin was taking you downstairs next. Why would she go to the bar, anyways?

Getting closer, you could hear Nami’s voice. She sounded stern. "...and you'll open that damn mouth of yours and speak, you hear me?" A hand rested on her hip while she held her index finger out at Sanji's face, looking like a mother scolding her kid, when you walked in.

"Yes, Nami-swam!" Sanji bit on his handkerchief that he held, sniffling and crying dramatically as he nodded frantically, with red cheeks. His wide eyes observed Nami proudly move back and cross her arms, with a smile lingering over her lips when she finally acknowledged your and Robin's presence. Oh. The idea of what could happen already had your cheeks heating up.

"We did have a talk earlier today, as you had asked, (y/n)." Nami’s humor took a turn again, turning light and sweet as it always was most of the time when it came to you.

A soft sigh escaped your nose; you nodded, not knowing where to look. Thankfully, it was happening, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea if it were over soon. You gulped, returning your attention to Nami in a silent request for her to continue. It was awkward, of course, because you were dragging Robin and Nami into a situation that wasn’t theirs, even if they were the ones to offer to help, in the first place. Sanji could be being bothered in unimaginable ways and then start hating you, you never knew.

“Well, I’m heading to bed. I don’t think it’s my business to interfere!” Nami said simply, waving a hand as she walked past you to leave the place, followed by Robin, who wished you a good night before she could leave.

A shiver ran down your spine and you felt reality finally crash over you at the moment their footsteps faded in the distance and Sanji sniffled again. You shook your head, scratching the back of your neck. “Um, look, I—”

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)-san!” Suddenly, he was on his knees right in front of you, frantically bowing. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t ever mean to make you feel this way! Truth is I actually like you a lot! I’m so sorry, (y/n)-san!” He cried out with that traditional drama of his that you’d always seen, but never directed towards you.

“You... like me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confusion only growing when Sanji froze on his tracks and moved to sit back on his legs, with his hands clasped together over his chest.

“I—I, um, yes!” Sanji had his cheeks red; hell, that was something new since he wasn’t even drunk. How much did Nami scold him for him to be reduced to pieces like this? It was even funny. “I just don’t know what to... I felt like flirting with you all the same as the others wouldn’t work, it needed to be special, but I also didn’t know how else to approach you, I was just waiting for the right moment—” The whole blabbering had you questioning if he would die talking so much without taking a single breath, but then something clicked in your mind. Approaching you had to be...

“Special?” You questioned as you crouched down in front of him, and the new proximity had Sanji covering his face with his hands.

“Sorry for not being good enough and for my unrequited feelings! I never wanted to bother you, (y/n)-san!”

Unrequited feelings. You wanted to laugh, though you held it back because of the uncertainty regarding how he would react to it, so you instead just pressed your lips together into a smile as you looked at him. Sanji was about to bow again when you held onto his shoulder.

“I...” You sighed, gaze falling to the ground. “I wouldn’t call it unrequired.” An awkward chuckle escaped your lips, fading away into silence. Did you do something wrong? Aw, fuck. When you looked at Sanji again, his face burned bright red as blood flowed from his nose again. “Sanjiii!” You cried, shaking his shoulders to knock life back into him, and finally stopped when his hands wrapped around your wrists.

“You like me back, (y/n)-san?” And Sanji started blabbering again, this time soon falling silent with a soft cry muffled into the palms of his hands. Even though you couldn’t see his face, his ears were bright red. Who knew? Sanji actually liked you, and instead of being bold and flirty like he usually was with the people he was infatuated with, he got all shy instead.

Holding back another chuckle was impossible, letting your lips curl into a smirk as you poked his hand. “Ohh, so that’s why you get all shy around me? That’s why you avoid me? Because you don’t know what to do, afraid I won’t like you?” Whatever he said in response fell incoherent against his hands. “Hell, and me here thinking that you didn’t like me! Who knew I could’ve gotten the boy I wanted much earlier?” The words you chose had the exact effect you expected, flustering Sanji even more, though you didn’t imagine him to be quiet with it, whining about something you didn’t understand, once more. “Aw, Sanji!” Something in your chest shifted with the way he knelt there all small.

Sanji’s shoulders shrunk a little with the way you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, almost curling up into a ball right there when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“C’mon, can I see your face?” Your finger ran up and down the back of his hand, tracing a protruding vein before circling his knuckle. Gulping, Sanji shook his head. “Aw!” You pouted. “How am I supposed to kiss you, then? Not that I will be mad if you don’t want it to happen now, but it would be nice.”

His fingers twitched a little, and Sanji parted his fingers a little to look at you—you tilted your head with a smile in response. It was slow, but he did uncover his face, still never looking you in the eyes. Damn, and think that, among so many people, you were the one who could reduce him to such a state. His hands rested over his thighs, clenched into fists.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” you mumbled and cupped his cheek, leaning in. At first, it was only a brush of your nose against Sanji’s, experimentally—as light as the touch was, he still flinched and leaned back. Okay, maybe you were rushing... or not. He immediately leaned into your hand again, although closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You let your thumb run over his cheekbone. “I can just—” He shook his head again, so you interrupted yourself.

“Please...?” Sanji opened his eyes a little, letting his hand rest over yours.

Before you could start to overthink things, you just leaned in to finally press your lips to his. It was awkward at first, out of synchrony, slowly growing into something softer. His lips were a little cracked, letting you control the kiss then seeking yours when you threatened to pull away, so you deepened the kiss; he sighed softly. You only pulled away when the air wasn’t enough and let Sanji rest his head against your shoulder.

Only the sound of your breathing along with the water’s broke through the silence. A feeling tingled in your chest, making you feel nice all over; you couldn’t help but hug Sanji close, nuzzling his shoulder softly. A long sigh escaped your nose when you fell to reality again, noticing how your knees started to ache against the wooden floor.

“Hey, it’s late.” You patted his back. “How about we go to bed? Make sure to sleep well so we can enjoy the day tomorrow, okay?”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

Yearning || Phillip Graves x Fem!reader

Word count - 2.1k

Summary - inspired by @rors-grvs 'diet mountain dew' fic! But involving Graves instead, their writing is amazing you should go check it out!

Warnings? - READER IS OVER THE AGE! just for clarification thank you :() also it's a fem!reader this time I'm sorry if anyone identifies differently 😞 I promise I'll start doing more neutral stuff. Also this could potentially get a part 2 if you're interested! VERY LIGHT SMUTTY ASPECTS IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABT THAT

Tag list : @sarahs-secrets2 :))

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"I'm sorry," his voice drawled into the speaker, "Repeat that for me, doll?"

You were huddled up in your room, hands clasped over the phone as if it were going to leap out of your reach. You couldn't get enough of it. His voice.

".. Nothing.", you whispered back, trying to keep composure. It wasn't even yours - you wouldn't want your dad questioning why you had his number, his best friend's number.

"No, no, you've pulled me in now. How come you're getting all shy?", he let out a breathy chuckle, barely heard from your side of the call.

".. Are you laughing at me?", you couldn't help but smile.

"Hm.. Maybe.. I don't see why you don't just come on over and find ou-"

"Y/N! I'm going to need my phone back now!", your dad was now calling from the hallway. Shit.

You had told him you were looking for birthday presents on his phone - God, what would he say if he knew what you were doing?

"Okay- bye-", you cut yourself off, now dropping the phone into your lap.

Your dad came in, smiling, "Did you have a good look?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll find something great for me anyways.", you got up promptly, handing him his phone back.

"Well, I've got to head out and pick up a delivery. You okay on your own here?"

"Oh, that's the thing, Dad... Is it okay if I go over to see Phillip? He's got this dvd that he was gonna show me.", you were lying through your teeth and it felt like pure tar coming out of your mouth. You couldn't help it though, it would probably be for the best if your dad never knew.

"Of course, sweetie. Do what you're doing and I'll see you later.", he left.

♡

The door clicked open, Phillip instantly taking up the space in the doorway as he made eye contact with you.

"Hey, doll.", he smiled.

His dirty blonde hair was brushed to the side as usual, but today he was wearing a dark polo shirt which clung to his biceps as he crossed his arms over his toned chest.

"Hi.", you didn't know what to say; your heart was still racing from your almost scandalous phone call not so long ago.

"Why don't you come on in?", he moved aside, making way for you.

You walked inside slowly, taking cautious steps on the smooth marble. Phillip was acting as if he didn't remember, as if the phone call never happened. You didn't know how to react, but decided it was best to just go with it.

"My dad's just gone out to.. Get something for me."

"Yeah, I heard it's going to be his little princess' birthday soon.", he followed after you, you could feel his eyes wandering from the folds in your shirt to your jeans.

You didn't realise your dad still referred to you as that, it felt so embarrassing to hear Graves mention it. You hadn't been called that for years.

"Well... I'm hardly l-little anymore.", you sputtered, laughing nervously as you took a seat by the kitchen island. You rested your elbows on the counter and had your eye on Graves as he leaned against it.

"Is that so?", he turned to face you, smirking ever so slightly.

"... Yes.", you were at a loss for words in the presence of this man.

"Well, you want anything special for your birthday, doll? My treat.", Graves' tone was friendly, inviting and genuine. He meant it.

"No, it's okay, Phillip.", you smiled at him, fidgeting with your nails. Calling him Phillip was reserved for times when you were both alone, it was much more warmer and felt quite personal to you.

"Okay, I'll just keep it a surprise then. I can't just not buy you a birthday present. It would be out of line...", he continued to mutter to himself as he walked off, presumably into the living room.

You eyed him curiously, before frantically reeling your gaze away from his ass - he looked really good in those pants.

"Come on! I need some help with something." he called out, which made you jump and follow him curiously. It was obvious he lived alone. Heck, he was probably the only lonely person on this street, everyone else had a family or at least a spouse. Many figured it was due to his job; being stationed all over the world and having to run off whenever he was called was inconvenient for a spouse.

It never bothered you though. It was only until you started making advances that he caught the idea and would play along, until he'd have to leave for awhile - which could range from a month to around a year. The last time you'd been speaking before this week was last year's 4th of July party. As the fireworks went off, you two were hooking up in the nearest bathroom.

Sometimes you wished one day he could even get called in and never come back. You knew how horrible it was, but sometimes you wondered if it would continue. It's only a little fling, you would tell yourself repeatedly, pacing around the room as you could hear it on loop. It was so bad to think, but the thought of telling your dad about this someday was the only thing that kept this thought strong and you hated it.

As you entered the living room, Phillip was perched by the cabinet in the corner of the room. The door was wide open as piles of CDs towered over one another, the plastic covers shining as the light reached them for a considerably first time in awhile.

"I've been needing to go through these ever since I got back..", he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze shifted from you to the CDs.

"Oh, sure.", you complied, now eyeing the CDs properly and scanning through the titles. God, he had a lot of classics.

"I'm sorry, the Evil Dead?", you turned to him, holding the CD in your hand accusingly in his direction.

"Hm? Oh, I never liked that. My colleagues kept talking about it once so I picked it up and watched it. Too bloody.", Phillip shrugged, taking it in his hands and tracing his fingers over the cover. "I'm keeping it."

"What?", you raised your eyebrows, amused by his contradiction, "You just said you didn't like it."

"True, but.. It's good memories.", he cast a fond smile at it before shelving it once more.

You narrowed your eyes and rested your hands in your hips, "I don't suppose you're going to say that for all of them."

"What? No, of course not."

"Okay." you let out a sigh, "You asked me to help, so I'll help."

♡

It had been over an hour and the two of you had managed to go through all the DVDs in the cabinet. A huge black bag was now filled to the brim and the cabinet was half empty, looking somewhat respectable now.

You had been holding your shirt up to your nose for most of the process due to the unbelievable amount of dust that coated some of the CDs. However, that didn't stop you from ordering Phillip on which DVDs he had to drop. The way he pouted almost swayed you, but you kept an iron fist and commanded him through the whole process.

You also noticed how he had been looking at your exposed stomach due to you pulling up your shirt slightly, the glint in his eyes were carnal.

Both of you were now laid back on the couch, trying to catch your breath. You had your arms rested loosely at your sides, but Phillip laid his over his chest, fingering the fabric of his polo softly as he was looking out onto the backyard through the window.

"How.. How was that?", you didn't move, but could feel his position shifting as he was about to answer.

"Quite nice actually..", he murmured. It was quite rare to see him so.. Calm? Was that the word? He seemed so vulnerable in this moment that you felt as if one wrong move would disrupt it.

"Oh, that's good..", you smiled, your breathing was still shallow and a little unsteady from all that heavy lifting.

"I don't suppose you.. Have to go now..", he was pausing to take small breaths, still looking away from you.

Shit.

You hadn't checked your phone the whole time you were here.

Trying not to change the mood, you picked it up smoothly and switched it on.

You have 0 notifications.

You couldn't help but sigh as you fell back into the cushions.

"No.. I'm fine, I can stay."

"Good.. Good..", you could hear him learning into the sofa more as he had a hand on his chin. He was thinking, but about what?

"I just wanted to.. Talk about that phone call earlier.."

Oh.

Oh.

The sofa creaked a little. He was moving closer now.

A warm hand slid around your shoulders, fingers tracing over your collarbone lightly.

"Doll, you know I like to tease at times..", his voice was husky and low, you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

"Mhm..", you let out a whisper, avoiding eye contact so you didn't have to meet his almost ravenous gaze.

"I.. I just love seeing that damn look on your face.. The way you laugh at me.. It's all quite cute, really, and it's been making me think.."

His other hand reached to cup your cheek, you could feel the callouses and bumps that have been worn into his palms overtime. He stroked your cheek, tilting his head slightly to get a better view of you.

"I just wanna know how cute you'd be in my bed, that's all.."

Blush was creeping up your cheeks at an alarming rate, you could feel your face getting hot, your throat becoming dry and your hands aching to unbutton his restricting polo.

"What do you say, doll?"

You couldn't help but nod, before swallowing and blurting out, "Yes, God yes-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck suddenly and kissed him. Hard.

He reciprocated, pushing against you as his hands were now sliding up your shirt and hastily unclipping your bra.

You gasped, letting out a quick, "Phillip!", feeling him smirk against your lips as he was now cupping your breasts with his bare hands, making you almost melt at his touch. You've been waiting for this for too long, nothing could stop you-

A sudden ringing from nearby.

You both instantly sprang away from one another, whipping your head around frantically to find the source.

Your phone.

Your dad was calling.

Your eyes widened as you answered and held it to your ear, Phillip resting his head on your shoulder, his hand was now on your thigh.

"Oh, hey Dad.."

"Hi, sweetie, bad time?" God, its like he almost knew.

"No! No.. Uhm, what's up?", you sharply inhaled, feeling his fingers tracing up and down your leg.

"I just wanted to see if you were still with Phillip, I've gotta ask him something."

You froze in your seat, before remembering how you had told him you would be here. This whole fiasco was like an undercover mission.

"Oh.. Yeah.. Here.." you chuckled weakly, holding the phone up to him.

Phillip cleared his throat, still caressing your thigh, he responded, "John, what's the matter?"

As he spoke to him on the phone, his hand was getting closer and closer to the button on your jeans. He was grinning smugly as he talked, not even looking to see your reaction.

"Oh, no need to worry, I'll have princess home soon.", before you knew it, the call had ended and he wasn't moving.

Phillip turned to look at you, fondness could be detected in the way he was eyeing you.

"Doll..", he rasped, smiling weakly, "You need to get on home now."

".. What?", you sat up straight, trying to ignore how hot his voice was.

"I don't want your daddy thinking anything... Wrong.. Is happening."

Your heart raced, "Does he know-"

"No, no..", he pressed a finger to your lips, "I just.. I think it's best for you to head off now."

He was lying and you knew it.

You could see the dejected demeanour as he guided you to the door. You could definitely see the bulge he was now sporting as a result of you.

The door slammed behind you just as you started to leave. You already knew he was finding a way to get rid of that. It was easy to imagine; Phillip pacing the tiled floor, cursing under his breath as he probably stripped down to take hot, steamy shower.

Oh God, it's so weird to live so conveniently close to a really hot guy.

You're sure your birthday barbecue will be much more interesting.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 1: Ongoing Treatment (Massage)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Male!Reader

Summary: Medic tries a new method of treatment on you, leading to some interesting results

Tags: Male reader, massage, lube, on an operating table

Word Count: 4.4k

The Masterlist

“You really think this will improve my performance?” you asked skeptically, watching as Medic set up the small massage table in his examination room. It looked brand new, spotless and pristine, a sharp contrast against a room with blood speckled floors and miscellaneous surgical tools scattered about the counters.

“Well, it is only a hypothesis for now, but it’s one I’m fairly confident in!”

Knowing Medic, that statement instilled little confidence in you. Still, a massage? It seemed simple enough. Then again, even that made you suspicious. Nothing Medic chose to do in his spare time was simple.

“Are you doing this for everyone?” you asked, trying to pry for any further information, anything that could hint at this being a veiled attempt at vivisection.

Medic shook his head. “Nein, not yet. I want to make sure my theory is correct first. I suppose you will be a sort of experiment for me!”

“Oh, of course,” you said. Even with the evident roll of your eyes, your sarcasm seemed to be lost on Medic, who clapped his gloved hands together with a wide grin.

“I knew you would agree! Now, if you would just undress for me and get under the sheets…” He motioned towards the massage table. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had even found the thing. It was clean and new, and it struck you as somewhat humorous that this table was probably the most sterile thing in the room, so much so that it took you a moment to process what Medic had said.

“Wait, undress?” You were almost embarrassed by how scandalized you sounded, like a pearl clutching old woman. Still, it was a startling request.

“How else will I be able to work your muscles thoroughly?” Medic said, matter of factly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in my room until you're ready. I have to prepare some things anyway!”

Before you could ask any other questions Medic had disappeared into his room, behind a door that led directly into the main operating room. It seemed that you were left to your own devices. You could easily flee, but seeing that there were far worse things Medic could ask you to do, you ultimately decided that a massage really wasn’t that big of a request. With a sigh, you shook off any lingering dread and undressed, situating yourself beneath the white sheets on the massage table and waited.

Medic returned just a few minutes later, seeming pleased to find that you had not run off. You heard him approach the table, the click of his boots echoing in the operating room. “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any moment, taube.”

You made a soft sound of acknowledgement, and just like that, this strange little procedure was underway.

He drew the sheet away, just beneath your lower back, leaving you feeling surprisingly vulnerable. You tried to rationalize that Medic had seen you even more exposed in the past. The ex-doctor had literally seen the inside of your rib cage, yet something about this seemed far less clinical, especially when ran his hands down the length of your spine. His gloves had been removed, and his movements were smooth and steady. You took a deep breath, recognizing the mild scent of lotion. He really had gone all out for this.

With your head facing downwards it was difficult to tell where Medic was standing at any given moment. All you could focus on were his hands making their way over your back, every so often lingering in a particularly troublesome area. You couldn’t deny that it certainly did feel nice. Aches and pains that you had been trying to ignore for weeks seemed to melt away beneath his touch.

“How does that feel?” His voice broke the silence that had settled over the operating room.

“Good,” you murmured, your eyes drifting shut as you eased into his touch.

“Perfect. You’re doing very well too, so nicely relaxed,” Medic said, moving a bit lower down your back.

You couldn’t really focus on anything else but his ministrations, the power and size of his hands as they worked their way over your back, skillful fingers working muscle by muscle. And while you tried to avoid such thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine them in other places, cupping your face, holding you down, stroking, caressing…

Your eyes shot open when you felt a familiar stirring. Oh no. Now was really not the time for this. In fact this might just be the absolute worst time to get an awkward, for-no-reason erection. Well, maybe not exactly ‘for-no-reason,’ but still.

Maybe you should have known that letting someone that you had always considered rather attractive put his hands all over you would lead to some less than wholesome thoughts, and some very embarrassing consequences of said thoughts. You had hoped that your initial suspicions that Medic was going to turn you into some kind of live specimen would dull such ideas, but here you were. Medic hadn’t shown even one sign of turning this into a practice in vivisection, and you were getting hard.

In your panic you barely noticed how low Medic had gone until he was at your hips, his fingers pressing into the flesh there.

“The hip has the second largest range of motion of all the joints in the human body,” Medic mused as he carefully located all the areas he deemed in need of work, seeming completely ignorant of your current predicament. “It’s such a powerful part of the body, which is why it’s so important to keep it working at peak condition.”

You barely resisted the urge to dig your fingers into the edges of the massage table when Medic began to work on your hips, carefully mapping out areas of tension and then working them thoroughly. This was most certainly not helping your condition. You tried to tell yourself everything was fine. This would be finished soon and you could take a few moments to calm down. After that you could tell Medic you felt much better and be in your way, never to speak of this again. You just had to wait it out.

After what felt like an eternity Medic moved on from your hips- only to continue at the backs of your thighs, this time working through the sheet rather than directly on your skin. He had no fun facts about anatomy to impart on you this time around. Instead he simply got straight to business. You swore if your heart beat any faster you would go into cardiac arrest right there. Then again, at least that would finally stop the blood from pumping southward.

You were just thankful that you weren’t facing Medic. He wouldn’t see you biting your lip as you tried not to gasp beneath his touch. The most he would see was the clenching and unclenching of your fists, which could easily be passed off as fidgeting. He also wouldn’t see how aroused you were, since you were face down. Now, if only this unconventional treatment would end so you could flee.

As if on cue,, Medic’s hands left your body and you heard him walking away. You lifted your head from the table, watching him retreat towards the counter with a victorious look on your face. You were done, right? The feeling of relief faded as you watched him apply more lotion. Maybe you could wait out a few more minutes-

“Now, I need you to turn over onto your back for this next part.” Medic’s words interrupted your thought process, and more importantly, immediately sent you into panic mode.

That wasn’t happening. You were calling it quits. You sat upright on the table suddenly enough to actually startle Medic. “Uh, actually I think I’m alright!” you stammered, holding the sheet in front of yourself and sitting with an awkward posture to try to hide any tell-tale signs of your arousal.

“Oh, is something wrong? I could easily adjust the pressure if it was uncomfortable,” Medic said, looking genuinely concerned. It was a look he rarely gave to his patients, ironically.

“Oh no! Nothing was wrong. This actually helped a lot! Seriously, I feel so much better! So I’ll just get out of your way now.” You were speaking hurriedly and with obviously fake enthusiasm, not doing a great job hiding your panic. You scrambled for your clothes, which were nearly folded on a nearby counter that was meant for the placement of surgical tools. “I’m sure you have experiments or other things to attend to. You’re a busy man-”

“Where exactly do you have to rush off to?” Medic placed a hand on your shoulder. It wasn’t firm, in fact he was basically just resting his hand on you. Even so, the small gesture was enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Medic?” you stammered, meeting his eyes hesitantly.

“You’re still so tense despite all the work I’ve done so far.” A wicked grin spread across his face, making you shiver- but not with fear. “Maybe I’m simply focusing on the wrong areas. Is that right, taube?”

His hand drifted down your arm. The act would have seemed mundane if it weren’t for the implications. You barely resisted the urge to lean into his touch or to follow after the sensation when he pulled his hand back.

“God damn it,” you muttered, defeated, knowing by now you were too aroused- and more obviously, too hard- to remain in denial. The sheet that you had inadvertently dragged with you when you jumped off the massage table did little to hide anything. “You already know what I want, don’t you.”

“Perhaps. But I want to hear you say it, just so I can be absolutely sure.” There was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. He was asking for your permission, trying to see if you truly wanted this. Even so, he managed to do it in the most sexually frustrating way possible for you.

Because you did want it. You wanted him so badly, even as a small part of you screamed that you shouldn’t. He was your coworker after all, and it would be terribly unprofessional. However it wasn’t long before reality came crashing down to remind you that this wasn’t just any coworker. This was Medic. Any semblance of professionalism went out the window the first time he split open your rib cage in order to perform open heart surgery while his pet doves tried to root around in your guts. You had nothing to lose with this man, and so you decided you were done being shy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, blunt and to the point. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but you ignored it, completely focused on keeping your composure for now.

Medic laughed, actually looking a bit surprised before quickly collecting himself. “Not wasting any time with innuendo, I see! Well then, in that case-“

Medic leaned towards you, and in a moment of bravery or perhaps recklessness, you closed the distance between the two of you. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips against his, swiftly cutting off whatever he had been planning to say next. He made a soft noise of surprise before returning the kiss fervently, quickly taking control of the situation and teasing your lips apart with his tongue.

You choked back a moan, holding onto his upper arms to steady yourself as you felt your knees grow weak. It wasn’t fair, how easily he could make you melt as he worked his tongue against yours. His hips began to grind against yours, and you parted with a gasp, suddenly quite aware of your own arousal.

“Fuck,” you whined, unable to resist bucking back against him, desperate for any kind of stimulation. “I want you.”

“Eager little thing,” Medic whispered, his lips against your ear. You could feel his teeth bared in a wide grin and it sent a shiver down your spine. To your dismay, he pulled away from your grip, and you could barely resist the urge to move with him, to groan and press your body against his. He seemed to consider you for a moment, looking as if he was sizing you up before he spoke again.

“Bend over my operating table, taube.”

You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you obeyed, immediately leaning over and bracing yourself against the surgical table Medic had motioned towards. The grip you held on the edges of the metal surface almost turned your knuckles white, and you had to remind yourself to calm down. Barely anything had even happened yet, and you were already feeling nervous.

Medic’s footsteps and the sound of a cabinet opening made you crane your neck, trying to see what was going on behind you. You quickly noticed that he was retrieving something, and you recognized the small tube he held as surgical lube. You weren’t sure what else you expected. At least he was using something that was actually meant to go inside the human body. You wouldn’t put it past Medic to try to make some kind of experiment out of his sexual encounters.

When he made his way back towards you, you could barely keep from trembling. Whether it was from anticipation or nerves, you didn’t know. “You locked the door, right?” you asked suddenly, trying to distract yourself from your own anxiety, especially as you heard the cap of the lube being removed.

“Of course, taube,” Medic said, pausing and taking note of how nervous you were. Your body language was tense, and you fidgeted by running your fingers along the edge of the table. It was obvious this was new for you. “Just try to relax for this next part. I’ll go slow.”

Hearing such gentleness in Medic’s voice was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It did put you at ease, at least for a few moments. Logically, you knew what to expect, but even so, no amount of logic or expectations could prepare you for the actual feeling. Having Medic inside you- even if he was just using his fingers at the moment- was entirely new, exhilarating, and nerve wracking at the same time. You couldn’t help but tense up at the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’re very tight.” Medic’s tone was tinged with concern. Your face flushed with warmth, as if it could get any redder, and you were actually thankful to be bent over the table. If you had to look Medic in the eye you would probably disintegrate on the spot.

“Sorry, I’m trying to relax,” you muttered, practically pressing your face into the cold steel of the table.

“It’s alright, liebchen. Let me know if you want to stop”

There was a promise in those words, a sense of safety, a decree that no matter how much you submitted yourself, you were in control. This could stop whenever you wanted. That feeling alone allowed you to calm down and focus on the physical sensations rather than the emotional ones for a while.

“That’s it, just try to focus on how good this feels,” Medic said, curling his finger in just the right spot. You jerked against the table in surprise, gasping. Medic immediately picked up on your not-so-subtle reaction, continuing to aim for that sensitive area which would have you seeing stars before long.

You clutched onto the edges of the metal table, now squirming with pleasure rather than discomfort as Medic opened you up little by little. Soon he was able to add a second finger without much trouble, allowing him to apply more pressure. You couldn’t hold back your moans as Medic massaged your prostate, his fingers pulsing steadily as a fair amount of lube dripped down your ass.

“It’s starting to feel quite nice, isn’t it?” Medic asked, as if he couldn’t hear all the sultry noises you were making, as if he couldn’t see how your body was shivering as he pleasured you, preparing you for something that would feel even better. Your apprehension had dissolved at this point, and you found yourself bucking back to meet the steady thrusting of Medic’s fingers, desperate for more. You wanted to be filled so badly.

“Good boy,” Medic crooned, pressing his other hand against the small of your back, tracing his fingers down your spine and making you shudder. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Good boy… Oh god, you hoped that wasn’t going to awaken anything in you, although the way you thoroughly failed to hold back a moan was certainly telling. Of course, that just had to be the moment Medic pulled his fingers out of you, barely acknowledging the pitiful whine you made at the loss of stimulation.

“Get up and lay on the table for me, on your back.” He wasted no time ordering you around, his words calculated and measured. Even so, he was unable to keep the lust completely out of his voice. You could hear it in the unusually low tone and, more obviously, you could see it in the tenting of his pants.

You quickly turned around and hoisted yourself onto the table, eager for this to continue, desperately wanting to go even further. Medic smirked, glad to see that you were more than willing to follow his commands. Perhaps you even enjoyed being ordered around. That would definitely make for an interesting experiment in the future.

However, there were other matters to attend to at the moment- like the fact that Medic’s erection was still trapped uncomfortably behind layers of fabric. You watched breathlessly as he unfastened his belt, pulling his jodhpurs low enough to free his cock. He glanced back up at you and chuckled. You looked painfully hard, aching for his touch, precum already dripping down the length of your arousal.

You watched, gripping the edge of the table for dear life as Medic reached for the bottle of lube and poured the contents onto his palm generously. He slicked himself up, lazily stroking his cock, and your eyes were glued to his every move. The soft groans he let out as he did so were so erotic, and you desperately wanted to hear more. You wanted to hear them right against your ear as he pounded into you.

“Ready, mein täubchen?” he finally asked, grinning at you as you practically trembled with anticipation.

“Yes, please!”

Medic made a soft sound of approval as he pressed himself against your entrance. “So eager. Such a good boy for me.”

Alright, so that was definitely going to awaken something in you. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you didn’t have the chance to dwell on that too much, because Medic was finally inside you, drawing a harsh moan from your throat as he entered you with a quick thrust. His pace slowed the moment he hilted inside you, allowing you to adjust to this new and very welcome sensation. Even as you tried to buck against him, he doesn’t give in, refusing to go any faster until he’s convinced that you're relaxed enough for it. It was sweet that he cared enough about your pleasure to hold back- but god damn it, you wanted him to fuck you into the table already.

That said, the transition from slow and steady to rutting like animals wasn’t prolonged at all. The moment Medic found himself able to thrust into you with little to no resistance, he picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before he was slamming his hips against yours, now chasing his own pleasure as well.

You covered your mouth with your arm, the last bit of self awareness you had telling you that you should probably at least try to muffle some of the embarrassing sounds you were making. That wouldn’t last long however, as Medic almost immediately pulled your arm away, pinning it against the table with a growl.

“Don’t you dare hold back now. If you want to come, you’ll let me hear just how badly you want it.”

Honestly, you were lucky that you didn’t come just from that. He released your arm, but the memory of how he overpowered you so easily was still fresh in your mind, a not so gentle reminder of who was in charge here. Still, you were hesitant.

“What if someone hears us?” you asked, still somewhat aware of the fact that there were in fact other people residing in the base.

“Let them hear, I want them to know that you're mine.” Medic leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck before biting the sensitive flesh. The sound that escaped you was louder than you thought you were capable of. You arched against him, gritting your teeth as you grappled with how the pain complimented the pleasure. He hadn’t bitten you hard enough to break the skin, but it would definitely leave a mark.

“So, you enjoy a bit of pain?” Medic asked, looking down at you like you were simply the intriguing result of an experiment. Maybe he had found a way to turn this encounter into one of his science projects after all.

The only response you could give was a nod and a low moan as Medic dug his fingers into your hips. You keened as he proceeded to drag his nails over your thighs. The stinging sensation along with the red lines that were left behind felt like trophies to you. You never had the opportunity to explore masochism, but it seemed like it was indeed something you enjoyed if the way you were moaning was any indication.

“Gute junge, singing so nicely for me. I want to hear just how loud you can get…”

A slight shift in angle was all it took. All too suddenly Medic was thrusting right against that sweet spot he had been teasing with his fingers earlier. Of course, his fingers really couldn’t compare to this.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, bucking your hips involuntarily. “Medic!”

He was so used to hearing you scream his name like that in battle that hearing it in this situation was almost disorienting. Medic held onto the edge of the metal table to gain more leverage as he began to thrust harder. Your arms were draped around his body, and you tried to pull him close to you, as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, the sensations slowly becoming more and more overwhelming.

“It’s alright,” Medic whispered, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek and soothe you, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “You’re doing so well. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop!” Your hold on him tightened, fingers digging into the fabric of his coat. With the adrenaline running through you, it was a wonder that it didn’t tear in your grasp.

“That’s it, hold onto me if you need to.” Medic’s breath hitched, that dominant tone faltering slightly as you felt him shudder against you. “Gott, I’m getting close.”

You didn’t want this to end, but a part of you was thankful to see that at least your stamina was pretty much equal to Medic’s. You knew you were getting close as well, the tight coiling pleasure inside you about to snap at any moment. You wrapped your legs around Medic’s hips, pulling him further into you with each thrust.

“Please touch me!” you begged, knowing that last bit of stimulation would be enough to push you over the edge. You needed it so badly.

Medic didn’t respond, but you felt his hand dragging down your body, lower and lower until he gripped your cock. He stroked you in time with his thrusts, and any noise you made was muffled by his lips pressed roughly against yours. You couldn’t last much longer like that, and your whole body trembled against his as you spilled over his hand and onto your stomach, moaning against his mouth as his tongue explored yours.

You were just beginning to come down when Medic pulled away suddenly, his body going stiff with a low groan. His own climax overtook him just a few moments after yours. He rode out his orgasm with a few more uneven thrusts, making you gasp as you began to feel overstimulated.

When he finally went still, neither of you had the energy to move. Your arms were draped over Medic’s shoulders, holding him close to you as you both gasped for air. You weren’t sure how long it was until you managed to catch your breath, but shortly afterwards both of you decided it would be wise to get your clothes back in order. The last thing you wanted was one of the other mercs to come in looking for treatment only to come across this scene.

You got dressed in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence though, it was actually rather comfortable. Every so often you stumbled, limping slightly, and Medic allowed you to maintain your balance by holding onto him whenever your legs seemed about to buckle beneath you.

“Sorry,” you murmured, face flushing as you leaned heavily against Medic.

“It’s completely normal,” he reassured you with a soft laugh. “You may struggle to walk normally for a little while.”

You nodded, praying that none of the other mercenaries would catch you in the hall walking back to your room with a tell tale limp. Even if you managed to hide the limp, the hickeys on your neck may give you away just as easily. And of course there was also the possibility that they had overheard you moaning this whole time. You just prayed none of them would be willing to bring it up if they did.

“That was really good,” you said, laughing to yourself as the afterglow began to set in. Fully dressed now, you still leaned against Medic, both due to shakiness and also because of the simple desire to be close to him. “Knowing you, this was probably your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it?”

Medic smirked at you, brushing a strand of thoroughly tousled hair out of your face. He paused, simply admiring you for a moment before responding. “Perhaps it was. Can I assume that this will be a regular occurrence from now on?”

Despite his smug expression, Medic seemed to be choosing his words carefully. It was actually rather cute. You mirrored his smirk, responding by pulling him into another kiss by his tie. He made a soft sound of surprise before eagerly reciprocating.

It was safe to say that this was in fact going to be an ongoing treatment.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - sixty-one | scandal??

You sat back as you watched the views and likes on your new mashup climb. You were glad the initial response looked good.

You got a bit bored since rendering was taking so long for some reason and decided to scroll the home page for a bit. As you dragged the page down absentmindedly, the title of a video caught your eye. It was one of those ‘kpop tea’ channels and it read ‘Lee Doyun of Wonderland Ent. SCANDAL??’

Click baitey…

You clicked on it.

“Lee Doyun has been no stranger to rumors over the years, and it seems like this time they might be more than rumors. According to an informant who calls themself ‘A’ - who claims to work at Wonderland Entertainment - the actor is being internally investigated by the company for various offenses. These offenses include things such as: lateness, rudeness to many staff, and even reports of Doyun hitting on female staff.”

Your mouth fell open at the last accusation.

“This report comes to us from the anonymous employee community called Blind; the only way to sign up is if you have a work email. This means that any comments left have a certain level of credibility. ‘A’ commented: I had heard among the staff that Lee Doyun was a problem for years now, but I didn’t think it was this bad. It’s an open secret within the company that he’s difficult to work with and rude to stylists and makeup and hair artists; if you ask anyone who’s worked with him - and they knew he wouldn’t have them fired for answering - they would tell you how mean he really is and that his chic personality is the closest he can get to seeming nice.”

You never really saw him as ‘chic’ but maybe that was just how he acted during interviews or something.

“‘A’ continued: But I overheard recently that the rumors of him hitting on staff weren’t just true, that there had been a few official complaints; that he had not only hit on staff, but a cast member as well!”

You wondered who ‘A’ could possibly be. A secretary maybe? Someone who had to be close enough to the CEO to know that Hongjoong spoke to him about Doyun?

“An employee from Korean Air commented: Adding to the first comment, he doesn’t just hit on Wonderland staff, but hits on flight staff as well. I’ve worked many flights he’s been on and have personally seen him hit on almost every female flight attendant he could.”

EW.

“The post ballooned out of control after that, with staff of various other places - other airlines, hotels, restaurants, and other places - coming forward to share stories of his rudeness or the uncomfortable situations he put female staff in with his attentions.”

Wow, you had no idea he was such a prolific… flirt wasn’t the right word... Sex pest? That seemed too extreme since you didn’t know if he ever put his hands on anyone--

“One commenter even said that he had touched her, and grew angry when she told him to leave her alone.”

Okay, nevermind. Sex pest fit him perfectly. The thought crossed your mind that maybe he would have tried something similar with you if Yunho hadn’t gotten in his way.

“‘A’ replied a few hours later with an update: Lee Doyun was being internally investigated by Wonderland. At least some companies take accusations seriously. And now we have dating news heading our way: a picture of Fakt’s Jihoon was shared on social media. In the picture, Jihoon was pictured standing on the street with his arms around an unknown woman--”

Clearly the woman wasn’t ‘unknown’ to him if he had his arms around her. Stupid. You shut it off.

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The Doctor Will See You Now (+18)

This is part 8/12 of December Event 2023 for @akagami-no-laney

Hongo X Fem!Secretary!Reader

Warnings: Medical play kink, possible glove kink?, sex on an exam table (with stirrups), sex in the workplace, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, lowkey roleplay, and possibly inappropriate workplace relationship. No wait, yeah, you're his secretary, so you fuck your boss. Mildly dubious consent but it's pretty clear that this is wanted on both ends without fear of reprimand.

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There was a palpable sense of relief as you locked the front office doors after the last patient of the year. You loved your job as Doctor Hongo’s secretary for his private practice, but the holiday was well deserved at this point. It had been a rough season, and you weren’t even the one seeing all the patients. But you did organize every session, test, correspondence, and other such noteworthy things for the practice. Of which there had been a lot.

A whole fucking lot.

He was well loved in the community and you could see why. He was very good at what he did, had a wonderful bedside manner, and was very easy on the eyes. Even his cliché lab coat couldn’t hide the broad frame and thick muscles that allowed him to move his patients or support them physically with ease. While it was annoying scheduling appointments for lonely housewives inquiring about ‘private home visits’, you’d be lying if you said the prospect held no appeal. Of course, you were more professional than to forward such enquiries on anyone’s behalf.

You turned back to regard the front office. It was lightly decorated for the season, a Christmas tree set up in the corner with donation tags for local charities, garland strung across the front desk, and a holiday special playing on the television in the corner. All of this would be removed and put away after the New Year first thing, but for now it was to stay. The other staff members eager to leave.

So now, it was only Doctor Hongo in his office and yourself. Technically, you could leave right now. He certainly wouldn’t mind it. But your perpetual soft spot guided your feet anyway. Past the exam rooms and offices of your colleagues. Most already tidied up—though someone forgot to clean a few of the exam rooms before the left.

He stood over his desk, back to you as he leafed through his papers. Patient files, perhaps. Ensuring all his tests were sent out and results organized. They should be already, you’d been responsible for organizing them once a week to ensure his appointments ran smoothly as part of your contract and NDAs. But he was a meticulous sort of man. Long blond strand of hair curling around his ear loosely, absently tucked into place when it fell from his bun.

From this angle, you could see the sharp line of his jaw where stubble began to form. The edge of his cheekbone and curve of his nose catching the sterile light. He hadn’t seen you yet, which was a good thing. It wouldn’t be professional to be caught staring at your boss like he’s a marble statue you weren’t allowed to touch. And damn, how your fingers ached to stroke up the back of his shoulders to his neck and hairline. He looked like he’d be warm but hard to the touch and you might just die happy if you ever got to know just how firm his arms were.

You spotted the moment he sensed you in the doorway and quickly redirected your expression to something less scandalous than open want. Instead gazing at him warmly as an old friend.

“Hey there, doctor. Need any help with anything before I go?” You asked softly, feeling strangely small in the abnormally quiet office. There wasn’t even any music playing. Just the light ruffle of papers in his hands and clothes shifting over his broad shoulders as he breathed evenly. Doctor Hongo smiled, almost shaking his head. “I noticed a few exam rooms weren’t tidied up yet. I can at least wipe them down before I go.”

He clicked his tongue, looking faintly annoyed.

“The nurses were supposed to do that before they left…” He sighed, shaking his head. “C’mon, let’s get this place cleaned up and then we can officially start our holiday.” Doctor Hongo smiled, placing his hand gently on your back and guiding you to the exam rooms. Closing and shutting off the lights in each one he passed by.

When he spotted the first one not cleaned up, he let you lead and started wiping down the counters as you handled the table.

“…So, have any plans?” Ah.

Subtle.

That’s not inappropriate to ask, is it? Shouldn’t be, surely?

He looked back at you as he poured more cotton balls into the jar with a smile, dark eyes bright and lively despite the less than flattering light.

“Oh, not really. What about yourself? Any plans with friends or a Christmas date?” He startled when he realized he poured too many, cursing softly as he scooped up the excess and tossed them. Then he went back to refilling the other supply jars with a strange tension in his shoulders.

“Nope. Solo this year I’m afraid. Just me, a bottle of wine, and maybe a few Christmas specials.” You laughed and he looked back at you in surprise.

“Really? I was sure you’d have something planned. You’re a hell of a catch after all… well, their loss, I suppose!” He declared with a grin before gesturing you to follow him out of the room, turning off the lights after you and closing the door.

You were a bit thrown by that response and could only follow him wordlessly until he hit the next room that hadn’t been cleaned properly.

“T-Thanks…” You mumbled a tad breathlessly as you went through the motions of wiping down the leather exam table.

There was a pause before a wave of heat washed over your back.

“Do you not believe me?” Doctor Hongo’s words drifted across the back of your neck and you jolted. “Perhaps I could show you?” he breathed softly but didn’t touch you despite being so tantalizingly close.

“D-Doctor--!” You couldn’t help but stammer nervously, looking back to see him gazing down at you intensely with a faint smile.

“Only if you wish it… only if you want me.” Hongo leaned in closer, his hands resting on the leather. You struggled to remember how to breathe, let alone speak. His dark eyes cutting through your thoughts as heat pooled inside you. “You seem at a loss for words… do you need a doctor?” He grinned mischievously and you choked.

“D-D—” You swallowed hard. “D-Doctor… a-are you…?” you couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t even dream of implying what was almost certainly happening.

Hongo—Doctor Hongo!—hummed thoughtfully, his hands brushing over your cheeks. Fingertips resting over your pulse as he measured the rapid beat of your heart.

“You seem stressed. Common this time of year… perhaps you should take a seat on the exam table?” Hongo leaned back and gave you space.

Noticeably, he left open a generous gap to leave. His expression almost coy but understanding. Interested but unwilling to push.

Out of all his attractive qualities, of which he had many, his integrity is what drew you in the most. More than anything else, though make no mistake, those other qualities were just as attractive.

If you didn’t want to pursue this, he’d happily let you leave and likely not mention it beyond an apology fruit basket for the presumption. But…

But.

If you did—damn how much you did despite words failing you—then he’d gladly keep up this cute game.

And fuck you wanted to play.

Carefully, you turned to face him fully, face hot as you smiled and lifted yourself onto the exam table. His smile was dazzling as he spun on his heel and plucked two gloves from the mounted rack.

“Well! Let’s get to the bottom of this then, shall we?” Hongo purred, snapping his gloves in place before gently adjusting you to lay down. Without looking, he moved the table into a position close to a reclining chair, his hand pressing over your sternum briefly. Gloved fingers rubbing over your neck teasingly, just a little to lingering in their touch to be clinical. “Your heart rate is quite healthy. Lymph nodes are good. Your throat?”

Hongo leaned in, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks as he kissed you. Lips soft and warm over yours. Parting gently as your eyes slid shut, his tongue tracing the fragile seam of your lips. Slipping in deeper as you moaned, your hands clutching his shoulders as peppermint flooded your mouth. Eagerly, he pressed deeper. Like he intended on inspecting your throat intimately. His hands trailing down to the hem of your sweater. Rubber grazing your skin as he rubbed up to your breasts. Pushing up your bra to tease your nipples. Happily drinking up your whines as you squirmed.

Your heart raced as you tried not to moan, but it was futile. His touch, even through gloves, was electrifying. His kiss all consuming. If it wasn’t the crackle of paper and leather underneath you, you would have forgotten where you were. You keened as he pinched and pulled at your breasts with a pleased groan. Pinning your thighs open with his body, hips gently grinding into your skirt, pushing the fabric up higher with every needy pass.

When he finally relinquished your lips, you gasped for air. Panting as your body shook. His eyes hungry for more.

“Doctor! Aaahn~!” You whined as he pushed up your sweater and exposed your sensitive breasts to the cold air.

“Hmmm… your breasts look lovely. Nothing amiss here, though perhaps I should take a closer look just in case?” Hongo mused playfully as he leaned in and took the hard nipple into his mouth. Toying with it between his tongue and teeth. Your heart raced hard in your chest as you failed to hold in your moans, hands gripping the collar of his coat. Yanking when he nipped and blew the damp skin with a frantic shudder. “Your reactions are amazing. Should have done this a lot sooner, could have had you on my table months ago… but there’s still one more place to check before I give you a clean bill of health, isn’t there?” Hongo asked with a grin, pulling away from you.

You couldn’t help the low whine as his heat left you. His hands pulling out something at the edge of the exam table. You rubbed your thighs together to take the edge off your growing arousal, mortified at how wet you were. But not as mortified when he finished pulling out the stirrups and your whole cunt throbbed at the promise.

Hongo pulled off your shoes and lifted up your thighs, settling your knees on the padded stirrups, heels resting on pedals after a minor adjustment. His face was almost obscured by your pencil skirt, but his eyes cut over the taut fabric with a silent question. His hot hands hovering over your hips.

“P-Please doctor!” You moaned, nearly gasping when his hands settled under your skirt. Pushing the fabric up until it no longer threatened to tear between your spread thighs. Palms rubbing your hips before slightly adjusting you up higher into a more comfortable position. Fingers trailing over your stockings to over your panties, teasing the seam where the two halves met. He looked enthralled at the slick slide of fabric against your pussy. Pressing easily between your folds through the fabric.

“Seems to be a healthy amount of arousal. But I think you’d benefit from an even closer inspection.” Hongo purred, ripping your stockings down the middle and your panties as well. “Oh, what a beautiful sight~” His hot breath washed over your cunt as he spread out your folds eagerly. His tongue quick to lap at your clit as you gasped.

You fell back against the leather padding, paper ripping in your hands you as you writhed. His gloved fingers slipping into your body as he probed your quivering walls. Tongue delving between your folds as you dripped under his attentions. He was thorough and hungry for your reactions. Diving into your cunt like he was starved, one free hand pressing your belly down to keep you still for him. His fingertips abusing every sensitive spot he found, searching for the one that made you want to scream.

And when he did find it, he pressed hard, grinding into that spot while panting praises into your pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to taste this for months.”

“Let me hear everything~”

“That’s right, just like that~ You need this so bad, I can tell~”

“Cum for me, just let it all go~ give it to me, baby~” You shuddered, clenching down on his hand as your thighs fought against the stirrups to slam shut to no avail.

“D-DOCTOR! A-Aaahh! O-Ohhh~! D-Doctor~!” You wailed, receiving only a hearty chuckle, his fingers now gently massaging your g-spot as you came down from your intense high. His lips pressed over your clit with soft licks over your drooling cunt.

He hummed after a long moment. Slowly withdrawing his hand and standing up, pulling off his gloves with a satisfied look.

“As I suspected.” Hongo declared with a grin, lips wet as he licked them. “You need an emergency treatment, immediately. Are you ready?” He asked gently, pointedly grabbing his belt.

Your heart stuttered as you nodded.

“Yes! Y-Yes, D-Doctor Hongo!” You cried out and he smiled, immediately shoving his pants down enough to free his cock. You didn’t get the opportunity to look before he pressed in close. Bracing one hand on your waist as he guided the tip to your folds. Brushing it between them, smearing your cum around before gently pressing in.

You shuddered as his thick cock spread you open, throbbing inside you with every inch gained. You struggled to breathe, gasping as he pressed forward, rocking back whenever your arousal started to run too thin for a seamless glide. Almost taunting you as he slowly hilted. Your body felt hot as he finally settled against your thighs as deep as he could go. Your pussy struggling around his length as he rocked against you. The small bit you couldn’t take sliding in and making you whine, your pussy pressing against his base briefly before he pulled back with a smirk.

“W-What a wonderful woman you are. Taking my cock so well. A-Anytime you need this, say the word. Anywhere. I’d happily bend my cute secretary over my desk anytime she wants. You make such cute noises though, I might have to gag you…” Hongo panted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into place as you wailed. “But not tonight. You can cry out all you like tonight. Just for me. T-That’s it, just like that for me, baby~” Hongo groaned as he set a harsh pace. Driving the air from your lungs as you grew louder. Body tensing as he drove you closer to the edge again, cock pulsing inside you as sweat dripped down his face.

The room filled with the squeak of leather, paper ripping beneath you, your wet cunt being fucked open, and your loud cries. Words slurred past recognition as you wailed desperately beneath him. Affirmation or begging, you weren’t sure.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Special lunch under my desk, heh, not a bad idea. Maybe we can give it a try before we leave, I don’t think you’ll be able to walk for a while when I’m through with you. Will you?” Hongo panted hungrily as you struggled to figure out if you should shake your head for your quivering thighs or nod for the scandalous image of you kneeling under his desk. “Hmmm, what a good girl you are. Couldn’t ask for a better secretary~ Are you getting close? I think you are, I can feel you throttling my cock~! Well, don’t hold back. I want it all.” Hongo encouraged, fucking you into the table harder and faster.

You snapped, throat burning as you screamed, stirrups groaning as you seized beneath him. Squirting hard against his cock and balls. Hongo grunting in surprise as he fucked you that much harder, cursing under his breath. You whined when he suddenly pulled out, his fist slapping into his hips wetly as he spurted over your open thighs and cunt. Hot cum spraying onto your still quivering pussy with a deep, satisfied groan.

“H-Hongo…” You panted, collapsing against the exam table totally wrung out. He chuckled, kissing your knee as he also caught his breath.

“S-Shit, I got a little carried away there… do you want to take this back to my place?” Hongo asked softly. You swallowed hard and smiled back at him.

“I think I’ll need help walking…” You admitted and he laughed.

“Well, as a doctor, I think I can help with that~” Hongo preened. “Can’t think of a better way to spend the holiday.”

“Aren’t you supposed to not work on the holiday?” You asked faintly, struggling to remove your legs from the stirrups.

Hongo laughed.

“As if this could ever be called work! Besides, all you need is some good old-fashioned bedrest.” Hongo waggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” You smiled. “How much rest is involved in that?” Hongo pretended to consider the question as he lifted your legs up for you.

“Less than your actual doctor would recommend, I imagine.” He admitted with a wicked smile.

“I think…” You began softly, face hot, “I’d like to really disobey the doctor’s orders in this case.”

Hongo lit up with a bright smile.

“Well, they do say you should always get a second opinion!”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Welcome to the Show: The Sense 🔞

He's quiet, withdrawn almost, keeps his secrets close and his desires even closer. Though you're starting to get closer, it's still a surprise when he finally calls you up, and you're not sure what to expect of him.

Tags/Warnings: mentions and discussion of sex work, angst, smut, cunnilingus, protected sex, sensory play (cold hands, blindfolding, sensual touching, mild restraining of movement), Jungkook boner nr.1, hints at switch? yoongi but only if you squint and read between the lines I guess, subtle romance, yeah Its not that subtle tbh, fluff

Pairing: eventual ot7 x Reader, Yoongi x Reader focus

Wordcount: 3.4k (medium)

Masterlist: click

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  Both Namjoon and Seokjin become regular visitors- not only just for pleasure.

It's a little odd to see them so at ease with each other, considering that you're aware of Seokjins very obvious romantic interest in you. He's made that very clear- staying even after you've both gotten together to cuddle, or cook, or just spend time with you. When asked about his intentions, he pretty bluntly simply replied "I like you."

And when you talked to Namjoon about it, the rapper simply shrugged, and said, "I know."

It's the main reason you're in the situation you're in right now; unsure, locked away, desperate for some time alone. You're confused about all of it- this wasn't part of the agreement, nor the plan. You don't know how to really work with this now.

There's a knock on the door, and for the first time, you snap.

"I don't want to see anyone!" You bark out, door only opening a crack as Yoongi stands on the other side, unfazed by your little outburst. "Leave."

"Hiding away won't solve shit." He says, making you wonder what he means. "Jin talked to me. Said he feels like shit for, you know. Dropping it onto you." He shrugs, and you sigh, before opening the door for the rapper, who takes the invitation instantly.

"I just.." you start, unable to quite voice out your feelings and thoughts as you sit down on your couch, head in your hands. You can't see him- but you feel him sit down next to you a lot more calmly.

"This has.. honestly never happened." Yoongi admits, leaning back into the couch as he crosses his legs. "And I honestly don't know if they're both just, you know, into you because of the sex-" he starts, watching as you sit more comfortably as well. "-or if they genuinely fell for you."

"Wait wait whoa- both?!" You ask, scandalized as he shrugs.

"I thought you knew." He says, making you whine as you throw your head back.

"No, I thought it was only Jin!" You complain. "This makes it all so much worse- imagine, hired prostitute tears apart world famous band!"You try and joke, but Yoongi isn't laughing at it.

"Is that still all you see yourself as?" He wonders genuinely, making you look at him.

"Its what I am." You say, and he shrugs.

"Not for them, that's for sure." He tells you, leaning his face into his hand, elbow perched up on the siderest of your couch. "Not for me."

"Don't tell me-"you warn, making him chuckle as he smiles.

"No no, don't worry." He says, before his eyes glimmer a bit mischievously. "Didn't have the chance to have you yet, though. So who knows." He wiggles his brows, making you laugh as you cringe a little.

He leaves a little after this, having managed to calm your nerves a little bit at least-

but the problem still persists.

  Seeing them the next time is awkward, to say the least.

It's pretty clear that Jin avoids all interaction with you; Namjoon included, both trying their hardest not to make you uncomfortable with anything. And while you appreciate it, you also know this can't continue like this- so you ask them to come over instead, to tall it out.

"I just don't get it." You tell them, as they're both sitting with you on your little carpet in your living room, having just finished some food, nerves easing up a little. At your start of conversation however, you can practically feel them tense up. "Like, I get you're probably, you know, touch starved but you can't be that deprived to think that that's-"

"You think we're mistaking lust for love?" Namjoon asks, a little offended it seems at your innuendo. He looks at you with a serious gaze, and you're not sure what to do. "We're not teenagers anymore. This is new for us too-" he starts, but Jin interferes with his own words a lot softer both in nature and tone.

"Do you really think everyone always has to have a motive?" He wonders, not offended or feeling attacked at all. If anything, he's upset- not at you, but at whatever must've happened to make you believe that mo one could ever just.. fall in love with you. Because to him, it seems like you're just in pure denial- scared even. And it hurts to see.

"Well, everyone always does!" You say, crossing your arms defensively. "And there's no way something like this could work out long-term. One fight and I'd tear apart the group."

"Can you put the group to the side for one goddam minute and go back to seeing us as what we are?!" Namjoon scolds. "I don't give two shits about the group right now-!"

"And that's the problem, don't you see that?!" You argue back. "I'm not worth you risking it all-!"

"You are, why don't you see that?!" He barks back. "You're not just some toy we play around with for amusement-!"

"Okay let's calm down first and foremost!" Seokjin exclaims, arms reaching out to push you apart a little. "Yelling at each other won't get us anywhere."

"I'm not going to be the reason your dream falls apart." You whisper, unsure if you've already become just that. "I'm not that special, don't you dare put that all on the line for some good fuck. You've worked too hard for this." You say, and this time it's Jin who answers.

"I don't know what must've happened to you to make you feel so undeserving of anything good." He tells you. "Its like everytime someone is nice to you, does something for you, looks at you- you're growing defensive, trying to find out the reasons why." He mumbles, and only now do you notice the way his eyes glisten. "Trust me when I say we've been there. We are there. Getting used fucks over your trust like nothing else." He says.

"So trust me when I say this is not just lust, or us being 'touch-starved' like you called it." He urges, and you look up to see them both emotional. "We're in love, whether you believe it or not."

"I just.." you start, unable to voice out what's racing about in your mind, lip trembling as you fight crying. "You don't even know me." You say weakly, and Namjoon smiles a little from his spot, reaching out to lift your chin a little.

"Then let us get to know you." He asks, a lot more calm now.

"What if you don't like who I am?" You ask, and both scoff, as Jin answers.

"That won't happen." He promises. "Trust me."

And for the first time in your life; you trust them.

Hoping it won't be a mistake.

  Responding to Yoongis request is a little odd, considering your situation. But they've both told you that it was fine, that it was your job basically- and they trusted each other, so there were no hard feelings involved when Yoongi asked if it was still okay to seek you out.

It's still a little awkward though.

"I can just tell them we did something and call it a day." He chuckles as you both sit in your living room. "I'm fine with that."

"No, no." You brush off. "I'm here for a reason, and they said it's fine." You say. "I guess I'm just..still a bit paranoid." You joke, laughing a bit to ease your nerves.

"Of what?" He wonders. "You think they're testing you or something?"

"Maybe?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"They literally talked to me prior to my visit." He says, making your eyes widen a little in surprise. "Only thing they said was, and I quote;" He chuckles, "to take good care of you." He says, and your cheeks redden a bit at that.

Yoongi isn't easy to figure out, you've come to realize.

While he's a very honest and direct person, he's also very strict on what he gives away to people. He makes it hard to figure out what he could want from you, and that makes you nervous.

"So.." you start, moving around a bit. "I can't help but be a little curious."

"Figured." He says, leaning back a little, clearly more comfortable than you are. "Maybe this will give you an idea of what I'd like to do with you."

He reaches into his sweatpant's pocket, pulling something out, before he places the fabric onto your thigh, warm from his own body heat.

You pick it up, and notice what it is.

"A blindfold?" You wonder, before looking up at him again.

"You said you liked the cold more than the heat." He starts. "You're sensitive to touch. And this-" he points to the black blindfold in your hand, "can help me to heighten those senses, if you'd let me."

"So like.. some fifty shades stuff?" You joke, and he cringes his face a little.

"Fuck no. That movie was shit; jimin forced me to watch it." He mumbles, clearly upset with the memory of it. "I'm not even surprised people have such a bad view on the whole scene now."

"Well, some are into it, some aren't." You shrug. "I for one, am kind of interested to be honest." You shrug, as he leans over to you, trapping you on your couch as his palms press into the cushions below next to your body.

"Oh, you'd have fun with Hoseok then." He chuckles, before he looks at your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod, and the way his lips capture yours swallow the question of what he meant with that completely. He's not at all what you thought he'd be like- rather slow, as he seems to enjoy being close to you for a good moment, instead of getting to it, he rather makes out with you like some teenagers for a while.

He takes his time.

As his hands wander, you can't help but ask. "Have you-" you start, gasping when his hand finds his way underneath your flimsy bralette you're wearing, "have you ever tried that? The whole blindfold thing?"

He hums a reply. "Thats why I want to do it with you." He says, humming against your neck as his lips leave their traces over your skin. "Because I know how relaxing it can be." He explains. "I want to get your mind off of all this." He chuckles, especially when you start squirming Impatiently.

"It'll all be there when we're done though." You whine.

"You can always say you don't want to." He says, looking at you with no anger pr irritation at all. If anything, he wants to make sure he's not pressuring you into something. You might have gotten hired for this purpose- but he doesn't want to use you like this.

Maybe he really does understand both Namjoon and Jin more than he thought.

"No I-" You sigh. "I ruined the mood now anyways didn't I?" You giggle, but he just smiles.

"A little." He says, sitting back on his legs, as you sit up as well. "How about this,-" He starts. "Tomorrow. I'll visit, bring some stuff to try. We can explore, if it's not your cup of tea I'll fuck you vanilla, and we can share some wine afterwards."

"Oh min yoongi, that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me." You say dramatically, clenching your fist against your chest.

"Shut up I'm not trying to swoon you." Ge chuckles, shoving your shoulder a bit, before he gets up- but he doesn't leave without a kiss on your lips. "Hm." He says, holding onto your chin before his lips turn upwards a bit. "I can almost see myself falling for you too." He teases, before he leaves your apartment.

Leaving you with more questions than answers.

Sometimes you think Jungkook has secretly moved into your little apartment here in secret.

He's sitting on your couch, controller in his hands, the pink and white plastic of it a stark contrast to the rings he wears and ink he's got underneath the skin of his fingers and hand. He's hunched over a bit- and you hit his back a little, earning a groan from him. "What was that for?" He whines, as you laugh, sitting down next to him.

"You've got horrible posture. That'll hurt your back."You comment, attempting to open a bag of snacks- just to struggle.

"Come on, lemme open that-"he starts, but you pull it away from him in a split second, before you both stare each other down. Jungkooks hand is still in the air as if frozen in time, while your gazes stay locked for a good second, waiting for the other to move like two dogs ready to fight.

And then he reaches again, making you turn in his grasp, desperately holding onto the crinkling bag as his larger body towers over yours, arms trying to snake around you in a way to get a hold of the little bag. And then you playfully bite his arm- not even leaving a mark, but its enough to stun him for a good moment. "..jungkook?" Yiu wonder, genuinely worried you might have accidentally overstepped a boundary, or hurt him-

But his eyes are on you, pupils wide, jaw clenched as he suddenly let's go of you.

"Kook- did I do something? I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" You worry, and he just laughs a bit awkwardly as he puts his slippers back on.

"No no, I just.. remembered something. Also you said Yoongi was coming over anyways so- yeah.." he hurries, not turning around to face you. "I'll see- oh!" He says, as he almost runs into the man in question who seems to have been just about to enter your apartment. "Yeah, I'll see you around." He hurries, slithering past his bandmate as the rapper looks over his shoulder with confusion.

"Did he request you?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"I've got no clue what just happened." You say, as he closes the door and slips out of his shoes, leaving rhe bottle of wine near your door before bringing the paper bag with him. "We were just.. playfighting. And then he suddenly needed to escape or something."

"Ah, I see." He chuckles. "Certainly explains the boner he had." He shrugs, before he changes the topic before you can even ask what he's talking about. "Where's your bedroom? The couch seems a bit small honestly."

"Uh, right here." You say, getting up from the mentioned couch to walk over and open a door for him.

"Oh, nice." He comments, walking in. "Its cozy. I like how you decorate a lot." He compliments, and you shrug.

"I guess I like a certain vibe to my place. It's my first big apartment after all." You say, looking out the large window you have in that bedroom, before you look over to him.

"Then I'm happy for you that you have this." He says, getting comfortable on your bed, room by now only illuminated by the outside streetlights. You join him soon enough, comfortable at his side as you lie down close to him on your stomach, making him look at you.

He moves a little, situating himself, before he carefully pushes your shirt upwards. You comply pretty easily, slipping out of it, leaving your upper body only in your bra- an item of clothing he effortlessly unhooks at the back, letting you slip out of it as well.

"Do you want me to.. do something?" You wonder, but he just pulls your sweatpants down as well, undressing you slowly, as if he's got all time of the world.

"Just relax. Close your eyes maybe.." He hums after taking the last item of clothing off of you, bare body still laid out on the bed front down. You close your eyes, complying to his wishes, as you suddenly feel his hand dip into the mattress at your side, lips trailing up your spine. "Just don't fall asleep on me." He purrs, voice low and raspy as he smirks against your skin. It makes you shiver a little- something he certainly notices as he proceeds with his antics.

His cold fingertips catch you a little off guard at first as they trace along your spine- but it's a pleasant feeling, you decide rather quickly. Its like he's warming his hands up on your skin, gently caressing you, giving you clues as to where he is while you're not seeing anything.

"Turn around. No peeking." He says, and you chuckle a little with him, before you obey his request. You're comfortable enough not to think of the fact that you're the only one naked, a slight smile on your lips as he moves around. "What's got you so smiley?" He wonders. "You look nice like that." He compliments.

"Thanks" you giggle. "Oh you know. Just the fact that I'm laying here naked like a starfish while you're still in your clothes." You joke, and he chuckles a little as you feel him move around a little.

"What makes you sure I'm not naked too?" He asks, and it makes feel rather antsy, suddenly. Was he still dressed, or not? What did he look like? Your mind instantly occupies itself with thoughts one more sinful than the last, making it hard not to open your eyes. "Talk to me." He requests, as his hands run over your arms down to hold onto yours.

"What should I say?" You wonder, and you think he's maybe shrugging, but you're not sure. "You said you experienced this as well." You start, and he hums a reply.

"Would you return something like this?" He wonders.

"Like, me blindfolding you?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Sure. You'd definetily have to- I'm not as obedient and patient as you are, love."

You smile. "I can imagine that." You say, as you feel his knees brush against the inside of yours, slowly pushing your legs apart.

That's definitely skin on skin you're feeling- and it makes you even more restless.

"Though I believe someone's getting impatient." He teases, and you whine a complaint.

"Well, just you wait until I make you squirm one day." You challenge, and he laughs for a small second, before you can feel his hands run over your chest, your sides, down to your hips- before he lifts your legs over his shoulders, his hair tickling your skin a little.

"I'd like to see you try, love." He says, his breath awfully close to where you need him most. "I'm not that easy to get all hot and bothered like you." He jokes, before your words are cut off by the way his lips place themselves around your sensitive nerves, tongue flat.

His hands grip your legs as he notices them closing up on him, relentless however in his haste however as he continues his actions down below- even as your high approaches rapidly. "Y-Yoongi-!" You gasp out, hands gripping the sheets next to you, as your back arches off the mattress.

"Rise and shine." He teases, as you take it as an invitation to open your eyes again, greeted by his bare upper body, hair a bit unruled as he licks his lips, before pressing a kiss against your lips.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, but it's certainly not unpleasant for some odd reason.

And after reaching into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a condom, its all a lot more relaxed and almost sluggish, when he finally wraps the contraceptive over his length, before laying down beside you. You turn over onto your side, letting him spoon you from behind before he slowly enters you.

Everything about it is just.. comfortable.

You would've thought he might've been someone to fuck and leave, or maybe not use you at all- but this? It feels awfully intimate, close, as if this is more than just simple sex.

It feels like when you wake up after a night with Seokjin, his arms around you the first thing you feel the morning after.

It feels like Namjoon's visits where he lets you vent until you feel better.

It feels like you're starting to fall in love.

And you're not sure if you can handle that.

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCelebrity crush, Genshin boys idol! au

admitting you're their celebrity crush and their reaction to your reaction

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli and xiao

( can't stop thinking about idol! au genshin. any type of celebrity but it's hinted that you're a singer in xiao's. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ this man is sooooo fucking slick with it.

━━ he'll slyly bring it up in an interview or a live with a smirk on his face and then act as if it never happened when someone questions him.

━━ his members just stares at him when he brings you up, knowing, that beneath that sly persona and nonchalant act, there was millions pounds worth of fan merchandise in his room.

━━ he would evade the subject and if it's an interview, the host would have to pry answers from his members instead as he sits there proudly with a smile on his face as his members tell his fan behaviour instead of him.

━━ in a live, he would somehow convince his fans they were hallucinating but someone would post the clip and everyone would just go ballistic, it'd be one of those "top ten things i can't believe kaeya managed to get away with: gaslighting his fans into believing they were crazy."

"Who's your favourite celebrity?" Kaeya reads out from the comments passing quickly through his Instagram live, he pretends to think. A smile forms on his face when he 'decides' on an answer, "probably [Name]."

He watches the comments speed through even quicker before changing the subject, dropping the matter as if it never happened. His fans are all freaking out though, wanting to get more details on his crush on the celebrity but Kaeya ignores all comments about the subject. They never die down though, only ending when Kaeya himself ends the live.

━━ you may have ended on the same show some time after him and the host brings it up ( 100% planned for views ).

━━ it makes you smile because you've already been informed about this topic by your fans and kaeya's.

━━ you'd end up thanking kaeya for the support and say that you've also been lowkey a fan of his group but you've never openly stated that to anyone.

━━ his fans and your fans immediately get to work and start tagging kaeya's insta/twitter, group and personal, under the clip of you shyly admitting you're a fan of his also and he goes mental.

━━ probably sits there watching the entire interview with a huge smile on his face, and it doesn't leave, not even after he finishes the interview ( bonus: diluc is very disturbed ).

━━ HUGE ego boost for the rest of the day. kaeya's normally very confident but he's extra confident, like starts strutting around like he's the shit and even had the balls to nod his head at diluc as if to say "what's up" with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

━━ diluc definitely thought he was picking a fight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ more likely to come from one of his members than him.

━━ or he'd be very smooth with it, and brings it up rather subtly. it'd be a small "oh, i ingest their content and enjoy it" and he'd just continue about his day

━━ and his fans will still go insane because diluc actually enjoying something seems weird, especially another celebrity's work

━━ this would obviously reach you, who was an open fan of his group, and you'd freak out when you see it but wouldn't bring it up because he only said he enjoyed your work, not he was a fan.

━━ would definitely get questioned if he was being interviewed on a talk show, he wouldn't evade the question.

━━ he doesn't really see a point in lying, so he simply shrugs and tells the host that he is a fan and owns some merchandise.

"Diluc, a few fans are curious about your statement the other day," the host redirects the questions to Diluc, who raises an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're a fan of [Name]?"

The question makes his heart pick up a little, he leans back on his chair and clears his throat, composing himself before nodding. "I am a fan," the host seems happy by his response. The conversation continues to steer in this direction, asking Diluc if he had attended any fan meetings or merchandise, how he would feel if you two collaborated for a project and then finally ending once the host asks other members if they were fans of anyone.

━━ he thinks nothing of it, continuing with his day as usual but when he gets mentioned by your twitter? the man loses his shit.

━━ he sits there staring at his screen like he was hallucinating and literally tunes everything else out, staring at your little: "i'd love to work with you too!" message with a small smiley face at the end.

━━ he checks the account multiple times just in case it was one of his fans trolling him but clicking on the @ takes him back to your account so he gives in at some point

━━ he types out a normal, professional "thank you, i hope a time comes when we can collaborate" and "i look forward to more of your works" but he's still losing his shit.

━━ stays in his mind for at least a week.

━━ fans always bring up the fact that y'all never did end up collaborating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ the public is very aware.

━━ he's never made an attempt to hide how he is a fan, not even the massive poster in his room or the little keychain that he hangs on his bag nor the red eyeliner belonging to a makeup brand that you became a brand embassador for, also now one of his favourite brands.

━━ so no one is really surprised when he talks about you or your upcoming work, what is kinda surprising is when he straight up says that he says you're his ideal type.

━━ not because it's shocking that you'd be anyone's ideal type but because they didn't expect the out of the blue question from host and it's even more mind boggling when the man doesn't even stutter nor even think before just saying your name.

━━ members are sat beside him literally losing their shit in both negative ( scandals and shit ) and positive ( it's fucking hilarious ) ways as he just blinks.

━━ he doesn't even look the slightest bit worried as he stares dead straight through the host's head.

━━ obviously scandals emerge, there are positive and negative reactions. some people suddenly realise how good you two would look together and others are mad you "stole" their man because we have delulus in all fandoms.

"So Zhongli," the host starts before clearing his throat, obviously a tad uncomfortable under the eldest member's sudden gaze, "who is your ideal type?" The members also seem curious, as they stop their interactions, staring over at their unusually emotionless member.

One member laughs, waving the question off as a joke and as a way to avoid any possible scandals, knowing that Zhongli wouldn't filter his words due to his lacking understanding of social cues. "C'mon, there's no way that he has an id━━"

"If I had to say, then [Name] suits my preferences." The member who tried to wave it off blinks, staring at Zhongli like he just murdered someone and other members laugh. The host seems pleasantly surprised, peering at the camera with a raised eyebrow and a certain look on his face. The entire studio never gets over it.

━━ it's brought to your attention on twitter because twitter is usually where shit goes down.

━━ you've always been aware that zhongli has been a fan but you've never been able to speak up about it due to your management.

━━ luckily for you, your contract with your previous strict company had ended just a while ago and under your new management, you were more free to do whatever you wanted.

━━ so obviously, you quote tweet the video, tag his account and say in a jokingly way that he should take you out on a date first.

━━ he doesn't publicly reply to your tweet because he already got in trouble with his management for answering such a risky question anyways and your tweet is a little too suggestive.

━━ but he also wants you to know he has seen the tweet. so his solution? to slip into your dms.

━━ and all of a sudden, the next time you're both seen together, you're besties? so people started connecting dots and shit, were they good at connecting them. moral of the story: never underestimate zhongli fans because collectively, they may be able to beat zhongli in an iq test.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ best believe this man got death threated or held at gunpoint into admitting you're his celebrity crush.

━━ or he didn't do it at all and his members confessed for him just to tease him.

━━ happens on a group live, members are just vibing.

━━ xiao is sat in the back somewhere, scrolling through his phone with his earphones in so he doesn't notice his members shifting the camera to him or jumps onto him whilst holding the camera.

━━ when he does notice though, he takes out his earbud and your song just blARES through his earphone and it's fucking loud.

━━ he immediately turns it down but his fellow member already has this shit eating grin on his face and jumps onto xiao, successfully grabbing his phone and showing the live of 100k+ people.

━━ his homescreen is one of those "boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material" lockscreens of you and it shows that your song had been playing.

━━ xiao literally attacks his members and grabs his phone back, walking off to escape the embarrassment but can hear the echoing laughter as he walks down the hallway and slams his door closed.

Xiao lets out a sudden 'oompf' when his members glomps right ontop of him, grinning widely as they held up a camera to show off themselves and Xiao. Glancing at the camera, Xiao takes off an earbud, freezing when a loud upbeat tune echoes throughout the open area. Xiao ignores the feeling of his face heating up and turns down the song, ignoring the obvious gleeful stare of his member.

Almost on instinct, he moves his phone away but curse his parents for their genes because all it takes is a little stretching for his member to have his greasy fingers all over his phone, ripping it out of his hands and immediately running away to shield themselves from the wrath of all 5" and a bit of Xiao. When they deem it safe, they click on the home button of the screen, grinning amused at the homescreen.

"Look at fanboy Xiao!" And just like that, Xiao's cold demeanour had been shatteres infront of a plethora of people.

━━ you find it one of the most endearing things ever.

━━ literally how could you not? you find pride in yourself to have such a popular member of an idol group enjoy your work and it helps gain a little more confidence in yourself.

━━ it's brought up on a talk show kinda casually where the host is one of your friends so they are slightly teasing you for it all the whilst remaining on the professional side.

━━ and it's obvious to say that you're embarrassed by the way you chuckle and mess with your fingers and hair, but you hold yourself together anyways and manage a sweet "thank you for the support" to xiao when the host asks if you wanted to say something in case he was watching.

━━ and the very next day, on xiao's official instagram, he has a signed album and poster of yours, tagged and everything.

[pies-writes-and-more]

jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

Haikyuu Masterlist

Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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You and Adrian hated each other to death. There wasn't a moment of the day when you weren't fighting. Well, there was, and that was when his lips were on yours, silencing any kind of insult.

"Your suit is so cumbersome" you complained when the boy grabbed you by the thighs and placed you on one of the desks in the room.

"Do you want to feel me against you so much?" he scoffed and you exhaled while rolling your eyes. You still didn't know how you ended up having sex with him, but you had to admit that he was very good and he was just as idiotic as he was handsome.

You didn't have time to think of a clever response, because his lips on your collarbone silenced you. Adrian started kissing them and then you felt a burning that made you arch your back.

"Don't bite me, motherfucker," you hissed. You felt how it smiled on your skin.

"You love it," he sneered again and you wished you could contradict him.

"I don't want the mark of your teeth on my chest," you said instead. He looked up, a shit-eating grin on his gorgeous face.

"When I leave them on your thighs you never complain," he said again. You really hated with all your heart that he was so good at finding a way to get on your nerves.

And as a logical response to his words, you simply kissed him. You came to think that the only reason you were fucking him was to keep him quiet for a few hours. Although quiet is a saying because on top of the whole guy he was damn loud.

"What the fuck!" you listened and slightly separated from the boy. It was Chris, followed by the entire team staring at you in amazement from the doorway.

You felt your face turn red. Adrian was between your legs, your body too close to his and his hands planted firmly on your waist. Anyone could see what you were trying to do.

"Huh, hello!" Adrian said, too cheerful for the situation you were in.

"I don't know if it bothers me more the fact that you two almost fucked or that you two almost fucked on my desk" added Adebayo and you rushed to move the boy away a little to get off there, which he didn't like too much.

"Didn't you say you hated him and that he was a fucking freak?"

"Do you think I'm a freak?" Adrian said in your direction, slightly offended.

“Everyone thinks so, you can't blame me” you snorted and he burst out laughing. You tried to run away from the situation, but before you crossed the door you felt him stop you with his hand and stamp a kiss on your lips.

"Well, you're fucking the freak" he murmured, low enough for only you to hear "And the worst thing is that you like it"

Sometimes you hated him so much.

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