#i caressed his face with ny finger so much

[wuxxxian]

the newest cool thing to do is to draw lwj on notes app so!! here he is

[eyesthatroll]

gatorade kisses

pairing; matthew rempe x fem!reader

warning(s); highkey cringe… (don’t say i didn’t warn you), fluff, kissing, NOT edited.

word count; 0.95k

authors note; i fear i have become endeared to ny’s baby goon . don’t crucify me

"Don't be mad at me." Your eyes lift from the pages of your book, and you nudge your glasses to rest at the peak of your head, casting a discerning gaze over him. The remnants of game day attire have been replaced by sweatpants and a hoodie, and his once-styled hair now appears tousled, damp from the rain that drizzled outside. Positioned just before the door, his Air Forces firmly planted on the welcome mat, he awaits your reaction.

"Did you not receive my text, Matthew?" Your tongue prods the inside of your cheek, as you release a heavy sigh. Returning your attention to the book, you gracefully lower your glasses back down to your nose. Amidst the audible shuffling, possibly the thud of shoes meeting the floor, your eyes stay fixed on the pages before you. However, your concentration wavers, and you find yourself not truly absorbed in the text anymore, your eyes just dancing over the Sans Serif.

You feel a dip in the leather beside you, and before you can voice your protest, your book is swiftly snatched from your hands and deposited on the end table to Matt's left. "I was reading that," you huff, "and I explicitly told you not to come over."

"I take it you saw the game." He concludes.

"I didn't need to; it was all over Twitter." Meeting his deep brown eyes, bruised and tarnished black from countless hits to the face, you can sense the pain he's concealing. A longing to reach out and comfort him tugs at you, but the sight becomes unbearable, prompting a cringe and a quick turn away.

He was such a beautiful boy, and you hated seeing him banged up like this.

His hand gently presses into your thigh, a subtle squeeze accompanying his plea, "Will you please look at me? I'm sorry."

Tears pool at your waterline, and you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, striving to keep them at bay. Slowly, you turn your head back to him. "I don't want you to get hurt," your voice leaves your lips in a shaky breath.

"Hey," he begins, his hand gently grasping your arm, tugging you towards him until you're straddling his waist. "Hey," he repeats. His thumbs reach up, delicately wiping away the tears that have trickled down your cheeks. "I'm okay."

"You look like you're in so much pain." Your hand gently rises to caress his cheek, mindful of the bruised skin.

"I'm not." He attempts to reassure you, but the waiver in his voice betrays his words.

"Please don't lie to me." You murmur, a desperate plead to the boy in front of you.

He exhales a deep sigh, diverting his attention momentarily before speaking, "It only hurts a little bit."

Seeking his touch, you lean into his embrace, your head finding the crook of his neck as salty tears cascade freely, quietly. His arms envelop you, hands gently rubbing your back in an attempt to provide comfort.

After God knows how long, the storm within you subsides, and your sole focus shifts to the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, the reassuring sensation of his chest rising and falling against your own.

“It won’t always be like this,” he says, “I promise.”

Drawing back from him, you release a deep breath. "Listen, I don't mean to get emotional," you start, a strained laugh escaping your lips as you wipe your eyes with your palms. He joins in, sharing a laugh that mirrors your own.

“I just—if you tell me you know what you’re doing, or that you have people looking out for you, I’ll try not to worry so much.”

His head tilts ever so slightly, and his fingers extend, delicately tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You surrender to the warmth of his touch, and his hand lingers at your cheek, caressing gently. "The coaching staff is great, and so are the guys."

“I don’t want you being the league’s punching bag.”

“I can handle myself.” He defends.

“Matthew.” You huff out.

He sighs, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Do you trust me?”

Your gaze softens. “Course’ I do”

“Trust me, then.”

Your teeth graze your bottom lip, nibbling softly as you mull over his words. After a moment of contemplation, you respond with a simple, "Okay."

He quirks a brow. “Okay?”

“Yes Matty, I’m trusting you to not be a dumbass.”

A snort escapes his lips, morphing into a full-bellied laugh—a sound you find utterly captivating. The reading timer you set on your phone chimes from the other side of the couch, an unwelcome reminder of the outside world and the passage of time.

“It’s late.” You comment, “You tired?”

He nods. “A bit.”

"Let’s head to bed, hm?" You attempt to shift away, but his large hands firmly grasp your waist, keeping you in place.

"Wait," he groans, drawing you closer to him.

"What?" you ask, a questioning smile playing on your lips.

“I believe you have something for me?”

Your brows furrow in confusion, your mind retracing the events of the day in an attempt to recall if you've forgotten anything. It's only when his lips form a pout that you roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, but lean in nonetheless.

His lips meet yours softly, moving with a gentle rhythm. His hands migrate from your waist to your bum, delivering a cheeky squeeze that elicits a gasp from you, granting him complete access to your mouth. The scruff of his facial hair lightly scratches against the area above your top lip, and you pull away to catch your breath, Matt doing the same. "You taste like Gatorade."

[ifidiedinadream]

So I woke up not even 15 minutes ago and ny mind already chose to be brutal. It's kinda hc stuff including cnc and non-con rape elements so I wanna warn about that just incase. Obviously just delete this if this makes you uncomfortable.

This is quite long and turned into a writing with smut???? I don't even write? Anyways bare that in mind if this is terribly written 😂

I thought about dating Aleksi. You would be alone at home because Ale went to the studio to work on some songs with the band. You were tired so you were napping on the couch when he comes back, but he brought one of the guys with him for a visit. (I don't have anyone specific from the band in mind but maybe Olli or Joonas? could be anyone tbh)

They find you sleeping while laying on your stomach. You aren't wearing that much, just panties and an oversized t shirt. Your other leg is bent making your t shirt ride up to your middle and giving a great view of your ass. Your boyfriend Aleksi's thoughts are filled with flashbacks of the time you two discussed about wanting to try a threesome but you eventually chickened out cause you're a bit shy so the thought was a bit overwhelming to you that you would have to be so bare with someone else with you in the bedroom. Aleksi thought about how disappointed you were that you just can't let go of your shyness and small insecurities cause you expressed that you really wanted to try something with someone else in the mix. You have discussed cnc stuff before and acted on your fantasies before (You both get really turned on when he uses you when you're asleep. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of it but other times you don't notice anything till you wake up in the morning since you are an heavy sleeper.)

Now he's just thinking how this is the best opportunity for you to have what you want: sexual experience with a someone else other than you and a touch on what a threesome might be. Maybe you won't be so shy after it's already done once and you won't feel that reluctant to try a proper threesome later.

He explains and talks it over with (ok for the sake of me writing this, let's say it's:) Olli and after a bit of discussion and a couple questions from Olli, they move closer to your sleeping form. Aleksi comes up to where your face is turned to the side; facing the room. Meanwhile Olli takes a seat by your feet. Aleksi softly checks how deeply you're sleeping, caressing your face with the back of his fingers. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and nods to Olli that he can proceed. Olli takes his pants off completely and gets on his knees, hovering over the back of your thighs careful not to wake you. He pulls his underwear down and works his cock for a couple of minutes to get himself completely hard, thinking about what he's gonna do to you next helps him. He swiftly pulls down your panties and doesn't waste time thumping his cock into you. He starts of slow, you aren't that wet that the slide would be easy. He pulls out halfway, spreads out your cheeks and spits to where you two are connected to give a bit of a lubricant.

He then picks up the pace and starts pounding into you properly, keeping a fast tempo. Aleksi is giving you kisses here and there and sometimes he takes a look at Olli. Olli is starting to sweat, his curly hair is sticking to his forehead and he's breathing out these shaky moans. Aleksi has to admit it's quite a sight and he has no shame admitting in his mind that his own body is starting to get worked up. Bold as Aleksi is, he mutters to Olli how he wouldn't mind being under him the next time and how Olli looks so hot using his girlfriend's body so shamelessly. Olli whines out, not really expecting the words coming out of Ale's mouth. If you agree to a threesome after this maybe you have to have a proper discussion the three of you of what you all would want out of said threesome.

Olli is starting to near his orgasm, his other hand is supporting himself over you but the other squeezes your hip. Suddenly Aleksi notices you stirring awake. He caresses your face, soothing you after you're awake and a bit startled seeing aleksi in front of you, who is fucking into you if he's there? You get anxious but Aleksi is already soothing and shushing you. He tells you to calm down, you're okay. He nods to Olli to continue after he calmed down his thrusting a bit when you woke up. Olli starts fucking into you again, harder than before since he's close to his edge.

Aleksi has got you to calm down, telling you how you're such a good girl letting Olli use you, describing how needy Olli looks. You aren't opposed to the situation anymore, starting to get a bit turned on even, listening to Olli's moans. Olli let's out couple of big breaths and moans out loud, pushing deep into you and stops his movements as his orgasm washes over him.

Aleksi praises you and gives you a long and passionate kiss. You were so good and brave. Olli pulls out of you and smooths back your hair, caressing it and asks you in a soft voice if you're alright. You turn your upper body the best you can and smile up to him and say better than alright, thanking him for checking in on you. Olli hesitates but leans down to give you a kiss on your cheek as a small token of his appreciation of you.

After awhile you're all sitting down and talking about when would be the best time to meet up for a threesome and what you all would want to happen. You feel happy that you aren't that nervous voicing your wants and needs out loud, you're also glad Olli isn't that intimidating to talk to, his soft smile encourages you.

Okay how did I write THAT I've seriously not written anything like this ever. I'm gonna just leave this here and retreat to the background to, idk bite my nails anxiously lol

don't be anxious!!!!! we love cnc around here!! this isn't much on the c side of cnc bc reader and ale haven't really talked about this possible scenario happening but tbh dubious consent fantasies somehow turn me on ever more than cnc, so by me you're perfectly fine

this is hot and i want it SO bad!!!!

[mysugarkoo]

Have a safe flight || JJK

Hello! This is the first fic I've ever written that just popped to my head and decided to give it a try.. I'd really appreciate all kinds of responses and reviews so I could get better :) ALSO, I have more parts for this one-shot so please let me know if you're interested in that pls :)

Summary: Jungkook's flying to NY after not going abroad for almost two years, in which in those you welcomed your first baby. So you're sad, worried, and a tiny bit jealous. Pairing: dilf!Jungkook x reader Genre: FLUFF -------------- Currently sitting on the floor of your walk-in closet, wearing pajamas and watching Jungkook moving around the room and pulling out clothes, laying them down neatly over the suitcase that was open on the floor. Your stare then got cut by the blabbering and the funny noises your almost 2-years old was making. Glancing over to Eunwoo, who was currently trying to put anything that came in reach into his mouth or waving it around in his tiny hands, and you let out a soft giggle at the sight. Before he could notice, you reached for him across the floor and wrapped your arms around him, making him squeal, "Come here you little peanut, what are we going to do all by ourselves when Daddy's gone huh?" You mumbled while squeezing and tickling him. Jungkook glanced at the two of you before chuckling and continuing his packing, when you spoke again "You know, daddy gets to fly on a plane and go to New York while you and mommy are stuck here" You said now teasingly, knowing Jungkook was listening.

Eunwoo was mumbling words and blabbering the whole time you were holding him on your lap as he just began to learn a few words recently, when you mumbled the last part "They don't give mommies and babies diplomatic passports you know, only daddies" now glancing to see Jungkook's reaction - which of course was rolling his eyes at you for bringing it up for the who knows what time this past few weeks since he's got the announcement the whole band was getting their passports. "You know this is just for this UN thing, and not some shopping spree... If I could I would've taken both of you along..." he sighs at the end of that. He knew you were just teasing him but at the same time, he still felt quite bad about leaving for a week and leaving you two back home. Eunwoo was born a couple months before the pandemic has started, and ever since it was always just the three of you together since the boys were not traveling anywhere. He's not used to leaving you for more than a day or two, let alone fly across the world for a week.

Eunwoo was then fussing around, wanting to get away from your grip and continue his tour around the room and you let him go "I know ... I'm just sad you're gonna be away Koo.... also a tiny bit jealous" you said softly, peering up to look at him with a tiny smirk on your face. truth be told you were mostly scared of staying by yourself now that you have a baby. You and Jungkook's relationship was going on for the past 4 years, so him traveling was nothing new for you. But now with a 2-year-old and a pandemic, you're kinda stressing over it. He then kneel in front of you and smiled while moving a piece of hair from your face "I'll be back before you know it, baby" kissing your forehead just after. "But not without some gifts from, New York" you said that last part with a dreamy sigh and sparks in your eyes, before pointing your tiny finger at him and glaring obviously very jealous.

Jungkook then stood up laughing at you, mumbling "I know, I know", then glancing over to Eunwoo who was just done playing with the fabrics of the dangling clothes around the room, and now signaling he's hungry "Nanas!" which clearly meant he was craving his favorite these days, bananas. Jungkook picked him up and planted kisses all over his face, soon both laughing and squealing together, while you were watching these two best pals enjoying each other, "What about you peanut? You're gonna take care of mommy when I'm gone huh? Are you going to be a good boy?" Jungkook now walking out of the closet and disappearing inside the room, while Jungwoo wrapped his tiny chubby hands around his father's neck asking for bananas again "Nanas dada!!".

The rest of the day was filled with just the three of you at home, packing and spending your day together. When evening came Jungkook was soon leaving for the airport and was getting ready and pulling his bags towards the entrance door. You were sitting on top of the kitchen island watching his every move when he finally walked towards you with a small smile. "You look so good in this Louis Vuitton," you said in a whine while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he stood between your legs, when he smirked. While you sighed again with a pout "It's just a week baby" he said wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you two as close as he could and caressing your skin. "I know baby, it's just been so long since you went aboard.." you glanced for a second towards Eunwoo how was playing with his toys around the living room "what if I need you? Or if something happens or if I can't handle Eunwoo alone, and you're not here, and you're busy and can't answer you phone.." you said now panicking when he pulled your face towards his now mumbling against your lips "You're gonna be fine Y/N. You've got this. Just a week baby, then I'm back and we'll go somewhere special" kissing you softly now. "Plus I'm sure all the girls are not really happy staying home while we leave, so you'll have each other as well" knowing you were all so close with the rest of the boys' families and wives. "And if I'm not picking up and you need something urgent, you can always just call one of the staff.. But nothing's gonna go wrong baby. I promise". Kissing you again. you played with his hair, knowing he was probably right "I'm gonna miss you so much" still pouting but pulling him in for another sweet kiss while he kissed you back and mumbled as well "I know baby me too" pulling away now "But you'll be fine. You'll have fun together".

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, his security signaling that it was his time to leave, he pulled away from you and went to grab Eunwoo from the floor and kissing his cheek softly. Setting Eunwoo on your lap so he was facing Jungkook, you wrapped your arms around his tiny body while he smiled at the both of you, before squeezing the three of you into a hug with Eunwoo in the middle and all of you giggling at the act. He pulled away and looked at the two of you with loving eyes "I love you guys so much" he said caressing Eunwoo's little face before leaving a few kisses along his face and Eunwoo was giggling again. Looking up at you, he caressed your face as well before pulling you into another sweet kiss, this time lingering a little bit longer. "Have a safe flight. Call me as soon as you get to your hotel, you hear me?" you said when he pulled away and he smiled before pecking your lips one last time and planting a kiss on top of Enwoo's head before pulling away from you guys "I will. I promise" he said while grabbing his backpack and adjusting it on. Some staff were then stepping in as he unlocked your house door for them, smiling slightly towards you while you smiled back at them. You slide off the kitchen island with your baby in hands just as his bags were being taken away "Say, bye daddy have a safe flight" you told Eunwoo and he waved his hand towards Jungkook "dada", "bye baby I love you two, be a good boy to mommy remember?" he kissed his small hand and pecked your lips one last time before stepping out with his security.

You sighed again with Eunwoo in your hands, the house now empty, the two of you looking at each other. "Well baby, you're stuck with mommy for a whole week" you squeezed his cheeks together, then he suddenly sneezed right at your face. "Aww baby thanks for that" you laughed "Now let's go take a bath before mommy starts crying because daddy's gone," you said realizing now that Jungkook's really gone now and it's just you two.

Later that night after putting Eunwoo to bed, while you were watching some TV in your living room, you started texting the other girls in your little group chat, all of you tearing up and laughing at the situation you're all in before going to bed.

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[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt. 3

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE Previously on A Little Voice Told Me...

The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. Any anger or tension that the boys previously had was instantly replaced with worry about your well-being.

Asmodeus was the first to reach you. He quickly pulled you against him and held you as tightly as he could. "Easy now, dear. It's okay," he glanced up to look at his brother anxiously standing around the two of you, itching to comfort you but unsure as to what they should do. You trembled in Asmo's arms and fisted his shirt in your hands, no doubt wrinkling the expensive fabric. "They were right, were-weren't they?" you pulled away just enough to look up at Asmo. The poor man nearly choked on the remorse that filled him at the sight of your tear-filled eyes pooling with sadness, despair, and, most disturbingly, acceptance. "Y-You guys are breaking up with me? You-You finally realized you could d-do better than a-a-a-" you tried to continue but became too overwhelmed with emotion as you began sobbing once more. Satan rushed forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. "MC, hold on. We're not breaking up with you." You hiccupped as the others began to crowd around you. "B-But Asmo said you guys wanted to talk and I-I thought that maybe th-those other demons were right and y-you guys didn't want me anymore." With those words alone, you had shattered the hearts of every person in that room. In seconds, you found yourself in the middle of a group hug.

No one said anything. They simply wrapped you up in their arms and supported you as wept. Although they had been seconds away from tearing into each other moments before, none of that mattered if you were hurt. You would forever be their first priority. "Beloved, we love you exactly the way you are," Lucifer whispered softly as one of his hands caressed your back. "Whatever those simpletons said, they're wrong. They don't know you; just like they don't know us." Belphie was running a hand through their hair, hoping that his influence would help calm you a little. "If we could, you know that we would tear apart every person who ever spoke badly against you," he could feel his anger towards the idiots that caused this build-up again inside him. Satan nudged Belphegor's side and gently shook his head. The youngest demon sighed and rested his head on top of yours. "Even we aren't strong enough to control city gossip. We can't change what they think, necessarily, but we can make sure that you know that it's not true." You trembled in their arms as your cries slowly dwindled down to the occasional sniffle. "Th-They said that you guys were only dating me o-out of pity and that I was nothing compared to you, a-and how I was jus-just a nuisance," you whimpered as you recalled the hurtful words. "A-And I know that's not true. It was so stupid because I know you g-guys love me. B-But it made me r-realize just how insignificant I am compared to a-all of you. I d-don't understand wh-why all of you would settle for a human who won't live nearly as long as you, and w-who can't even use magic." Mammon frowned deeply as he squeezed one of your shoulders. "Treasure, look at me," you shakily did as told. Mammon was staring down at you with a desperate, anxious expression. His eyes found yours and your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. "Those assholes don't know what they're talkin' about. You're not insignificant. Even here in the Devildom, surrounded by all these different beings, you are so much higher above them. You're the brightest jewel among us MC. You're the only person to have ever formed pacts with all seven of the Lords of the Devildom. You're the ambassador of the human world. You have brought this family closer together in just over a year than anyone has managed in the centuries that we've been alive." Your lip quivered as Levi rubbed your arm. "He's right. I'm the literal embodiment of envy. I can tell you right now that all those people are just saying those things because they're jealous. They're nothing but low-level slimes. But you? You're the big boss that could have them destroyed with a snap of your fingers." Beel looked down at you guiltily as he patted your back. "I shouldn't have left you alone like I did. Even more so, I should've paid closer attention to what was happening around us. I'm sorry you ever had to go through this MC." You released Asmodeus to hug Beelzebub as you snuggled close to him. "It's not your fault, Beel. They were really careful about it when you were around. You couldn't have known," the redhead didn't say anything, he just bent down to envelop you in his arms. The eight of you stood there in the dining room, nestled closely with one other, taking silent comfort in one another without a single care for the world around you. "I think perhaps we should move this to the living room," Asmodeus offered as the boys began to release you from their hug. "Beel can make some snacks, Levi can find us a good movie to watch, Belphie can go gather a bunch of blankets and pillows and the rest of us will stay with you to make sure you don't get too lonely," he cupped your face. "I think a nice lazy day in would be good for everyone. Does that sound good, Beautiful?" I chuckled tearfully and leaned into Asmo's touch. "That sounds perfect. You guys are so nice to me. I don't deserve-" You never got to finish your sentence as Asmodeus captured your lips with his own. With that one kiss, you could feel your worries and doubts melt away as you could feel every ounce of affection,

desire,

and love that Asmodeus felt for you pour into your very being. "That's where you're wrong, dear," he purred softly against your lips. "It is us who don't deserve you," he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before taking your hand into your own and leading you to the living room. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at his brothers. "Go gather the things. We'll just keep the couch warm while you're at it," you could hear the wink in his tone. "Oi! I want a kiss too!" "Y-Yeah, Asmo! You can't hog MC! That's not fair!" You giggled at Mammon and Levi's protest as you snuggled up to Asmodeus. You were so silly to think for even a second that these demons who follow you around like love-sick puppies would ever tire of you for a second. You were their everything, and they were yours, and nothing anyone said would ever change that.

***And scene! That was a wild ride, but I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you for supporting me with this mini-series and thanks once again to @ang3lsblues for the request that inspired it all!***

[blogevaawrites]

BIG DEAL

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: smut, cheating, angst

Summary: After being away of you boyfriend for three weeks, you come to Chris’s  house after he had thrown a party where you met a girl you haven’t see ever. The beginning of the relationship was unconventional so you couldn’t do anything else but suspect.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

There’s something I do when I don’t know how to deal with a situation.

I clean my closet.

I organize it; I try everything on, throw out pieces I don’t wear anymore, or I don’t like. I like to spend time doing this just because I don’t have to think in anything else.

“He’s calling again, you’re not picking up, are you?” Linda asked from the other side of the room. I was surrounded by my clothes and shoes and things, and she was working in her laptop.

“No.” I answered simply and kept doing my thing.

“Isn’t better if you pick up and tell him to stop? This is his tenth call today, and I don’t want to know about texts. This is not right.”

“I’m not ready to think about this.” I muttered. I didn’t realize she got up from the bed and walked to me.

“It’s fine, everything is going to be fine” she said hugging me. Her touch brought tears out of my eyes, but her kindness made me feel safe.

Linda moved to NY a few months before I did, and I could be more blessed because she moved to the next door’s apartment. She has been there since then; our friendship was the kind of you find just a couple times in a lifetime.

“Don’t worry I will be right here. We can clean your closet as many times as you need.”

It’s been three days since I left his house, and my phone has been ringing since then.

I spent my first day watching true-crime documentaries, eating ice cream and drinking wine. The second day I started donating the clothes I wasn’t wearing anymore. And today, I have cleaned the closet three times. Linda enjoyed the first two days, but she hated to organize anything, so she killed time working from my bed.

“That one is pretty sexy. Why don’t we go out to dinner and have a few drinks tonight? Lucy and Vanessa have been calling too.” She spoke.

I thought about it for a few minutes, and I was actually feeling sick of being here.

“Yeah! Why not? I need more alcohol” I joked.

 The night went pretty fun, and I kind of felt better and ready to face everything, his apologies, his face and his voice. Around three a.m I was ready to go back home and sleep my hangover. “Are you sure you don’t need me there? Linda asked when I told her I was leaving, she was having a good time and I didn’t want to spoil her fun. “Yeah! Don’t worry, I’m sick of being depressed, I’m ready to be me again.” She smiled at me and hugged me before I left.

The uber ride was fast, no traffic nor people in the street this made my way home calm, and the driver was quite funny. He waited for me to get in the building and left, leaving alone again. The lobby’s lights were automatic, but they weren’t working very well, I knew the way to my door, so I didn’t bother turning my phone’s flashlight on. Going up stairs, I tried to take off my high heels, but something made me get alarmed. A dark big shadow at the top of the stairs. My heart stopped for a second.

“Holy crap! What are you doing here? Why are you sitting there? You scared the shit out of me, asshole!” I yelled when the light of the hallway turned on and all of the sudden the silhouette of a big man appeared at the top the stairs. My heart started to beat in this normal pace when I recognized his face.  

“I’m sorry that wasn’t my intention. You weren’t picking the phone. I was worry about you.” His hands went up in a signal of inoffensive. His voice was hoarse and his eyes a little bit swollen and red. I could say he had been crying.

“I’m fine, you can go.” I said, walking straightly to my apartment’s door. I looked for my keys in my bag as faster as I could.  

“Can we talk?” he moved to stay behind me while I opened the door. He didn’t get too close to me and I felt grateful for that.

“I don’t want to hear anything, and right now the only thing I want is to sleep.” I got in the apartment and closed the door rapidly. With my forehead rested against the closed door and my hands still on the handle, I listened to him to beg. I missed him, his voice, his smell, his fucking presence made me shake my legs.

“Please, just give me five minutes. I love you and I can’t let you think I don’t. I know I fucked everything up but…” I opened the door before he could finish it. He looked quite surprised when a move away to let him pass.

He didn’t say anything, walked in and moved around awkwardly. I told him to sit with my head. He took a sit on the couch and I didn’t move from the door, with my back resting it in. His eyes stared me few a few minutes, making me feel uncomfortable, defenseless.

“You look beautiful.” He said quietly.

“You have five minutes.” The alcohol in my body brought rudeness out of my mouth. I was tired, kind of drunk and still hurt by him so couldn’t let him get any closer in any dimension.

“I’m sorry.” He said before his hands rubbed his face roughly. “I went to NY to tell you everything. I really did, I felt horrible, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I knew I had to tell you. Carly thought it too. You know them, there’s no place for any secrete between them. When I arrived in here, saw your face and I felt your arms around me I chickened out. I realize that I couldn’t live without you; for the first time in my life, I was really scared to lose somebody. And that was a feeling I wasn’t used to.” His statements made my heart ache. I wished anything of this had happened.

“So, you lied? Because you loved me.” I knew he wasn’t a perfect boyfriend in the past but that was a shitty excuse.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. When Carly called that night, she heard you in the back then she assumed that you forgave me, and I didn’t deny it. I felt awful but I got into that lie so quickly, I didn’t know what to do.” I sat on ankles, sliding down the wall. I hid my face with my hands trying to avoid him to see me cry.

“I wasn’t joking, honey. You are the love of my life and I didn’t want to lose you. That scare got so real that I couldn’t face it. I’m sorry, I really am. With you everything is different, and I didn’t realize it until that. The fear of losing you got in my skin and it never left.” I didn’t feel him to come closer to me until I felt his hands in mine. As soon as I felt it, I got up and moved away from him. I knew I could fall for him quickly.

“If you have done, you should leave.” I could say walking to the fridge to pour water in glass. My throat was dry.

He looked at me for a while, then took a deep and loud breath and moved to the door.

I saw him walk to the door, to leave the apartment, to leave me. I did understand the scare of losing someone, I had lost a few people in my life, but seeing him leaving it was different, I was losing him, and everything was his fault. That didn’t feel fair.

 “Why you did this to me?” The words left my mouth before I could think about it. He turned around to look at me, but I hadn’t finished “Why didn’t you break up with me if you wanted to fuck somebody else? Why were you seeing Ashley? Why did you play along with her game after the kiss?” my voice got louder at every question. I wasn’t a person who yelled easily but I couldn’t help it.

“Baby, I’m a dickhead, I screw up every relationship I’ve ever had. I don’t know why. I promised I went out with her with any side intention, when she kissed me, I felt that fear again. And at the party, I swear I didn’t invite her, I wanted to keep her away from you, I wanted to keep everything what I did away from us.”

“Yeah! That’s why you took her panties.” I said ironically. “What did you want me to do? Kicked her out of the house, making a scene?” He saw my face burning in anger and he continued. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I hate myself enough for both of us.” Said that he took his way again. I didn’t hate him. I loved him. I was needed for him.

I moved quickly to get him; I could reach him by the arm.

As soon as he turned around to look at me, I jumped on his mouth. He didn’t take any longer to embrace his arms around me, pushing my face more against his, as if that was even possible.

We walked clumsily to the nearest wall; he squeezed my butt before holding me up. His hands flew through my tights, caressing them and reached my wet panties. I moaned when I felt his fingers rubbing me. “I need you.” He whispered in my ear. His fingers went to undo his pants and I could get out of his arms.

I saw panic in his face for a couple of seconds. But it disappeared when he saw me got into my knees. I took his hard member in my hands to stroke it a few times before get it into my mouth. He rested his forehead in the wall, and shut his eyes, leaving me caged by his body.

His breathing changed when he opened his eyes and watched my mouth around the head of his sensitive cock. Clenched jaw and hands making fist, he moaned loudly as he was being relieved of great amount of pressure.

My lips wrapped around his cock, taking as much as my throat could, and my hand gripped the rest. I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t want to think. I was tired and sick of the anxiety that this situation was giving me.

I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I wasn’t proud but I wanted it.

“I love your fucking mouth.” his voice brought my back from my thoughts. I started to suck a little bit harder as he was getting bigger. His hips also started to thrust him into my mouth, making me gag at one particularly push. “Shit! Sorry!” he said, taking my face in his hands and making me get up from my knees. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” he responded to my unanswered question. We kissed as his hands tried to get rid of my dress, and mine were fighting with his shirt.

Just in my panties, he pickup me up and put me on the hall’s table. Sucking my nipples and rubbing my breast and ass, he ripped my panties and his dick stormed in me.

I yelled in surprise; I was actually more than ready to take him.

“I loved that ones.” I murmured pretending to be sadly for my lingerie.

“I will make it worth.” He said with smile on his face before taking my calves over his shoulders. His thrusts were deep, rough, and needed, I tired to hold on to the table, but his movements got fiercely, and I could feel my orgasm coming.

The table wasn’t meant to this kind of activities. We realized it very late.

“Holy crap!” he said when he saw the table fall, holding me better in his arms. Everything I could do was laugh. He intended to let me go but crossed my arms behind his neck.

“No! Take me to bed!” I whispered in his ear. He smiled before kissing me.

He laid down on the bed with me over him. “Ride me, baby.” he said holding me from my hips.

I started to move up and down on his cock, rolling my hips. I saw he shut his eyes, a signal he was close, so I started to ride hard on him. His fingers were marking my hips as he pushed me up and down savagely. I groaned at the almost painful pleasure.

I felt his body getting tense as he filled me up with his cum.

“God! I love you!” he yelled.

Something woke up inside me, suddenly I felt dirty and ashamed. I hid my breast with my arms as I stood up from bed. His cum dripping on my inner thigh, made me just feel worst.

He didn’t realize, he was still dazed. He took my arm when he realized that I wasn’t coming back to bed. “Come back, I’m still hard.” He muttered with his eyes closed. I let him to guide my body, he made me lay down next to him and cuddle.

“These couple days have been awful; I’ve never felt that bad.” His lips were right next to neck and made me get goosebumps.” I was so scared of not seeing you again.” He said pecking my neck. He turned my hips a little, just enough to let himself into me one more time. I was feeling guilty, I was using him. I wasn’t forgiving him, but he thought I was.

I didn’t want a confrontation; I couldn’t handle one.

His hand held my face to keep kissing my mouth, and his other one at my hip, holding me steady. “Your so good for me.” he said between kisses. His hand went from my hip to my clit. He worked himself in deeper and rubbed me just in the right way.    

My body was so tensed and my brain so away from the reality that I didn’t noticed he fell sleep.

I wanted to have sex with him, I enjoyed. I shouldn’t feel bad for him, he cheated on me and lied, but I wasn’t like that.

I woke up with his snoring in my ear. I got out of his embrace needy for water, the hangover was taking my body. I saw my clothes and his’s all over the floor and the broken table. I didn’t get to do the walk of shame, it was my apartment, I was living in the shame.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice resounded throughout the entire place.

“Okay! You are really thirsty” he said when I drank the water quickly. I didn’t answer, I didn’t look at him. The situation was awkward, and he noticed it.

“What’s going on?” he asked from behind. I ignored him again. “Hey! Are you okay?” he shouted and turned me over to face me.

“Yes, I’m just still drunk.” I said softly. I tired my best to look unbothered.

“Can we talk?” he asked.    

“Not right now. I have things to do.” I started to pick everything up. “I think you should leave; I really have things to do.” I avoided his eyes. I get repetitive when I feel nervous. He knew it.

“Well, I think you’re acting like a child. What happened last night?” his voice wasn’t loud, but it was hard.

I just could shrug, I felt ashamed, and he was mad.

“Talk to me! Damn! Don’t shut up. You always do that. I fucked everything up, I know. But you kissed me last night, you started everything so, right now please talk! Tell me what is happening!” now he was yelling, he looked mad and kind of sad, the guilt just spread across my body.

“What you want me to say, Chris? I wasn’t thinking properly.” I said, looking how he was getting dress himself.

“So, wasn’t mean a shit for you?” I felt like our roles were reversed. Now he was angry, and I was the one giving the explanations.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” I could say.

“Yes, you do, and to be honest, I understand. I deserved it, but I don’t…” he was wrong, I knew I hurt him but that wasn’t my intention, I loved him, and he knew it.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not like you.” My voice wasn’t soft anymore. We were in the same level, he wanted me to feel guilty, so I was doing the same. I continued “Sorry, but I’m not going to apologize, I didn’t want to hurt you. I felt bad and I wanted to have sex with you, you could have said no, and you didn’t do it. But I didn’t say anything to make you think that I forgave you.” His eyes goy darker with my words. he stared me for a few seconds.

“I couldn’t have said no, you could have given me a glass full of worms and I would have taken it.” I felt he was playing the victim; I could stand it.

“I give you a relationship and you pissed on it.” I said crudely.

The room got in a deep silence and filled with tension and resentment.

“You were right, we shouldn’t talk right now.” He spoke after a couple minutes, he took his jacket and got ready to leave. The scare of losing him went back to my head, but I knew it was the best and this time I stood up to it.

“I don’t want to see you again.” I said when he got closer the door. He looked at me incredulous, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I’m still mad and hurt, so I’m not forgiving you soon. But that doesn’t matter because we can’t be together, I don’t trust you and my insecurity in our relationship will freak you out at some point and it will be worst, for both of us.” I didn’t want to cry but I failed, at least he was weepy too.

I thought he was going to response, but he didn’t, he left my apartment without hesitation, slamming the door.

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General Dating Headcanons with Reiki Kyan;

Warnings: none, just fluffy fluff!

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- Reiki would be a very good boyfriend!

- If you're interested in skating (or already do it), he would happily make you a skateboard/repair it!

- And if you don't know how to skate-- do not fear, Super Reiki is here! He will help you learn more about skating and even get Langa to help you out too

- I think he'd really love giving cheek and forehead kisses

- to him, your cheeks are ADORABLEE--- like, he's just cupping your cheek with his hand as his thumb caresses your face gently. You start blushing and he can FEEL IT- your cheeks get red and he may not see it but he CAN feel the heat growing

- and that's why, your cheeks are one of his favourite things about you

- 'one of his'

- LOOK- this guy just LOVES YOU

- I don't think he could ever love just one thing about you

- if he was asked, "why did you fall in love with Him/Her/Them?" He has to sit down and think about it for a good 5 - 10 minutes

- maybe, it's when you get concerned- like really concerned when he hurts himself from skating or just anything.. maybe, it's when you treat his bruises-- carefully and full of love.. maybe, it's when you wrap your arms around his body and snuggle your head on his neck after a long day

- yeah that's how much he loves you

- I think he'd have good memory too, well, with you

- basically: he'll remember everything especially if that memory made both of you feel emotions intensely-

- psst, reader, get your mind out of the gutter /j

- anyways, for example: your first kiss, first time you held hands, first date, etc. He'll remember them with the utmost detail! Because- I mean how can you not it's literally your FIRST KISS/DATE/HOLDINGHANDS-

- also one of your supporter- no.. your BIGGEST SUPPORTER!!

- bro I swear he'll be there to support you with ANYTHING!! You're gonna compete in a contest? BOOM!! HES AT THE FRONT ROW WITH A CAMERA READY; You're gonna compete at SK8? EVEN BETTER!! skating and you? His two favourite things?? oh sign him up, he'll be there with a huge ass sign with supportive names and probably got the others to carry one too

- and that's the tip of the iceberg, he'll be there to support you if you're in a hard space too! Feeling blue? He's here, comforting you and telling you sweet nothings; want some space? Roger that! He's respectful of your boundaries and feelings so he'll understand

- Okok, now about Reiki:

- please PLEASE comfort him, reasurre him..

- we saw what happened when Langa was getting really popular-

- so please, tell him he's the best and reassuring him that his skills and talents and his entire existence is amazing!!

- when he's feeling saddo, he will wrap his arms around your waist and if you're cuddling, hes nuzzling into your neck. Well, he does that a lot but he'll be having this- firm grip, it's not something that hurts but it's not that noticeable too unless you're really sensitive to touch I guess--

- so, basically what you're gonna do is:

- hug him, cuddle him, offer to do anything he wants-- just be by his side! That's reassuring to him, that's enough!

- he doesn't want to be left behind so knowing youll stick by his side is justt- it makes his heart feel warm and butterflies start flying around his stomach

- anyways, give him compliments

- that makes him really really happy! Especially if it's his skills that are related to.. you guessed it! Skating!!

- I think he'd really like it if you held his hand a lot! Feeling you intertwining your fingers with his, and he'll tighten the grip a bit while his face is heating up Bcs "ADFHSKABHSLDB THEYRE HOLDIBG NY HAND THEYRE HOLDING MY HAND WMAHDKS-"

- and again with the comforting him thing--- everything he does for you, he hopes you can also do to him

- nono you don't have to do everything or do everything just like how he did.

- he'd appreciate it very much if you do the same but in your own way! Giving and Receiving the same amount of affection (or more) he gives just makes him skate up to cloud 9

- and I think this guy?? He's not appreciated enough!! I swear if you Go apeshit even if what he did was literally flip a pancake without messing up?? He's just blushing and would tell you it's nothing but c'mon

- he loves it

- now now, not to cut on any of yall's parades but I think he'd give but prefer receiving affection more..

I think he just wants affection, validation, something that will reassure him that he's good and he's gonna be great, even if it's a little thing? He'll take it!

- yes anyways-

- 9999999/10 the best boyfriend ever

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ok so basically I wrote this at 1 am or somewhere around that time.. or more- for this Wattpad book buT god am I proud of this? Very much!! I'm sorry if he's OOC tho

Requests are open btw if you wanna send something in!! I literally have nothing to do!! I mean- except, schoolworks and stuff

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Pampering Day

Type: Advertisement (Headcanons)

Cast: Miya Atsumu | Miya Osamu | Suna Rintarou | Kita Shinsuke

Storyline: All about how they take care of themselves. What's the impact of your existence when it comes to them pampering themselves? What they do with their pocket money?

Genre: Highschool Romance, Slice of Life

— Miya Atsumu —

This man surprisingly cares so much about his physical appearance, even though he doesn't care less about girls or boys who fawn over him.

When he buy skincare, he do it for himself. When he buy all of those hair products, he use it for himself. He wanted to look perfect because it makes him feel good. Even though he is already perfect.

You always love to feel his hair tickling your cheek when he hugs you from behind, it's so soft and somewhat fluffy. And he knows how much you like it, hence the reason why he moves his head affectionately like a golden retriever sometimes.

He buys everything monthly, and since he is in a relationship with you, he always takes you to the mall and ends up having a date.

At the end of the date, there will be maybe around three or four shopping bag at least. Yes, all belong to him. Either it's for new stuff that a clerk promote, or stuff that becomes his must to buy.

Once the two of you are home, no matter how tired it is, he always excuses himself first to the bathroom. He had this headband that he wears before cleaning up, customised one with "Top Japan Setter" written on the side.

It takes him like maybe around fifteen minutes, humming happily while he cleanse his face as he thinks about what will he do with you until the moon replace the sun. He always has this giddy smile, something that shown when he think of you, and some cool volleyball thingy.

He is surprisingly easy to be "scammed", just some word about how magical the product could be for his skin and hair, he is hooked. If he has more money, he will buy two or three of them at once.

Sometimes a week after that, he will whine. He will complain on your ear about how the product is not like how it promised. And as a good lover you are, you will calm him down, recommending him what he should do with the failed product.

He is so grateful to have you, because you are always willing to listen. And even though somedays his hair will smell different because of it, you never complain and the two of you will just cuddle like what you always do.

"Thank you, I may not saying that a lot of times and I can be such a douchebag. But I mean it, thank you, for dealing with all of my shit." "It's nothing, Atsumu..." "No, it's everything."

— Miya Osamu —

Haha, haha. This man doesn't care shit.

He loves to buried his head at the crook of your neck when the two of you have some movie night or something.

His hair is harsh. It may look soft when everyone sees it, but the look can be deceiving. Once it makes contact with your skin, sometimes you grimace from how spiky it feels.

Yet once again you never complain, don't have the heart to do it as he nom on some snacks with eyes focusing on the screen.

Every new month where he gets the money from his parents, he always call you and brings you to every new restaurant or places that he already takes note inside his head.

His pocket money will be gone in a day, usually half of the money will go to his stomach (and yours since he always wants to be the one who pays for the food).

One day you see his original hair starts to grow, so you tell him that you want to be the one who retouches his hair. He hum and just nod at this, believing in you 100%

The next day, you come in full equipment. His favourite colour, the bleaching—and a bottle of olaplex that make you broke (but then again it feels like a self-indulgence for you since it can help his hair to be a lot softer)

When you are done with his hair, he touches his hair, playing with it as his eyes fill with wonder. He looks so excited, asking you things about how can you make it feels like his hair never bleached and dyeed.

You tell him things about how destructive the bleaching for his hair. His hair is black for god sake and it needed at least three times of bleaching so the silver hair colour can penetrate inside his hair.

You give him a special shampoo and conditioner, adding some hair mask to his routine, some hair vitamin to give more strength.

He is so happy to know that and goes to the bathroom to save all of the stuff that you give him. But he pouts all of a sudden, realising that it must hurt you every time he cuddles up on your neck.

You are currently playing with your phone on the couch when he hugs you from behind, whispering on your ear about how much he loves you, saying thank you and compliment your action.

The two of you are so hooked for each other, and he promises you some onigiri every now and then to thank you for just being his lover.

"I can't believe you never complain about it." "Well, why should I? It's not that hurt. Uncomfy yes, but not hurt." "Dear God, what did I do to deserve you."

— Suna Rintarou —

He buys things so easily and his room literally fills with lots of high-end products.

At the outside, it may look like he doesn't care about his physical appearance that much. But oh boy there are reasons why his skin is like it made of glass.

He is a crazy money spender. When the two of you having an impromptu date, every stuff or products that catch his eyes, all of a sudden it will be wrapped with the luxurious package and fall on his hand.

Suna doesn't even think about either he will use the product or not. As long as he thinks it's good, no matter if he already has some at home, he will buy it—for stock purpose he say.

At the first and second date, you just go along with whatever that he wants to buy. After all his parents give him the money, and it's his freedom to choose what he wants to do with said cash.

But when you go to his house and use his bathroom, you found out there are like fifteen to twenty products that are expired there. And ny that fact, you snap.

He is sleepy after the date with you, begging for you to be his pillow. A smile grazed his face when you are out from the bathroom, now wearing his sweatshirt and boxer—doesn't even notice the discontented look that you throw at his direction.

Patting the side of his bed, he wants you to lay there with him. You know well that he is much more relaxed when he had his arms around your torso. So you wait until maybe a few minutes before you share what bothering your mind.

He had his arms topple on top of you, with his head resting on your chest. He always feels safe and sound, to hear your heartbeat. But somehow, he can feel how your body is a little bit tense than usual.

You are surprised when he suddenly asks about what is bothering your mind. You are a little bit hesitant at first since you know too well that he waste that stuff possibly by accident, but then again it's for his own good.

With your fingers gracing his soft hair (that when you think of it is a lot softer than yours), he listens to every syllable that comes out from your lips. He nods here and there. And when you are done, you are only answered with silence.

At first, you think that you mess up, that you become annoying and it's not your place to pry his life. But then he lifts his head to look at you, a gentle expression appears on his face.

"I think I need to keep you in my life." "Aye, what with the sudden confession?" "You keep me grounded, and I really need someone who look upon me with no other intention except for my own wellbeing."

— Kita Shinsuke —

Kita spends all of his pocket money with the perfect count. He knows well what he needs to do with the money even long before he gets it.

He set everything part by part. This amount for stationary, that amount for hand sanitizer, another amount for some skincare and hair routine that you tell him.

Last but not least though, of course some other amount to take you out on a date and to buy some stuff that his grandma has been eyeing and wants.

Before he's in a relationship with you, he just buys the basic stuff that is just right from his eyes. Like facial foam, sunscreen, deodorant—clean, simple, enough.

But ever since he dates you, he is sometimes a little bit nervous. You are the first relationship, the first time he actually falls in love with someone.

From everyone on the volleyball team, he is highly aware that he is considered as someone that is not stand out, someone—that some bitchy ass students said; not attractive.

So he recounts everything, asking Atsumu and Suna who he knows always pack a lot of things (skincare, perfume, haircare that always make them having the most stuff) when they have some camps or tournament.

Sunarin being your closest friend of yours from out of all of them, inform you about how his captain seems to lose in thought. And some other time after that, he even sees that the stoic man playing some advertisement video for some 10 step skincare routine.

So one day, you decided to confront your boyfriend. The two of you just walk side by side in silence, enjoying the calm breeze with the sun starting to set on the horizon.

You flicker your eyes back and forth between Kita and the road ahead. He glances towards you too, realising your look with his usual expression plaster on his face.

You jolt when he suddenly interlace his hand with yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand as if reassuring you that you can say anything to him. So you parted your lips, telling him about yours and Suna's.

He is silent for a moment before suddenly letting out a sigh. He tells you about his insecurity, about how he feels like he should take care of himself more than he used to.

It pains you to know that he has been having this poisonous thought inside his head. You let him talk and explain everything, and you wait for him to calm down first before you tell him what you want him to hear.

You tell him how he is through your eyes, how perfect he is that you will never trade the affection that he ever gives to you with anything. You say it all with a soft and genuine look.

You heard from Sunarin how your boyfriend cried when he received the captain's jersey, and now, you can see tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.

"It's just, I never been in a relationship before, and I don't ever want to see you leave." "I would never, I promise I would never." "I believe in you. Thank you."

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Mission Fight or Flight

-Spy Gavin and Bussinessman Nines AU-

Part 1

Warning: Mildly dubious consent, NSFW

He groaned while his consciousness slowly coming back. The fog in his brain and the numbness of his limbs were the first things he noticed before he can even manage to open his eyes. His eyelids were heavy as if they has a weight on them.

He wetted his dry throat, tried again. This time, he successed to open them, looked at with blurry eyes to what he saw while his dizzy mind trying to understand what is happening.

He was in a bed, in a big room. It was painfully familiar but he wasn't awake enough to figure out why it looked familiar yet.

He swallowed and attempted to get up, something on his wrists stopped him. His eyes opened more with panicked confusion, head whirled to see what was prevented him getting up. His vision caught the leather cuffs that tied his wrists to the headboard.

"What the fuck?!" he croaked with alarmed voice and pulled his arms to himself to save them from the cuffs. It didn't worked.

"I don't think you can get out of them without a key."

He jumped a little with the deep voice, eyes finding to grey ones. Everything filled his mind like a train hitting him.

Well fuck, he was messed up the mission. And the person who caught him, now sitting on the chair that placed to the side of the bed, with his nearly finished smoke in his hand and the gun in his other hand.

Gavin's eyes zeroed on the gun, his shoulder ached thinly with the memory of the dart pierced it.

"Don't worry, i will not drug you again." he stopped for a moment and took a last breath of his smoke with thoughful look, then continued. "Unless you try to shout."

He put his finished smoke to the astray to his side and get up with a small sigh. "I knew there was something about you when I first saw you" he walked to the bed. "And you being a rat was one of the most possible one. Looks like I've been right about it."

Gavin freezed. Stern was knowing from the start?

"What? You really thought I was just a stupid bussiness man?" Stern took advantage of his frozen situation and sit on his legs. Fingers caressed his cheek with mocking gentleness. "How naive."

Gavin snapped back to reality with Nines' words. He frowned while his cheeks coloring with humiliation, he angrily pulled away his head to other's touch. "Fuck you!"

Other just chuckled, bending to lower his face to Gavin's. "Actually, I wanted it. But you never reiprocated my advances." This time his fingers grabbed his hair, pulling the strands slightly. "What a pity, we could have so much fun." He whispered with husky voice.

Gavin shuddered with the tone of the other, watched as the smug prick's lips curled upward with the knowledge of the effect he has on him.

Gavin wanted to punch him. Very very much. But unfortunately his hands were busy. So he used his second weapon, his words.

"Maybe you are not interesting as you think, dipshit!"

They did not give the effect he expected, only the smirk on Stern's face grew. "If you're not interested to me, why was there a big bulge in your pants when I caught you?"

His breath caught his throat with embarrasment, his face felt like it was on fire. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish but no words left it. Stern watched him like a shark, laser attention on his expression.

Seeing Gavin speechless, his eyes shined darkly. His mouth got closer to Gavin's ear, he whispered "You know, I never searched you for other weapon."

Gavin gasped. Fuck. He knew where this was going. He weakly sputtered.

"I- I don't have a-ny ot...other weapon!"

Stern's gaze twinkled with amusement. "Still, I have to make sure."

After putting the gun on the sheets, large hands touched his shoulders, searching his limbs tightly, reaching up to his wrists. A thumb caressed his wrist's thin skin, making him twitch.

Stern pulled back a little from his legs but did not get up, they were still held under the other's body. This time he put his hands a little below his knees and searched till the up, lingering a little longer than necessary. As he was going over his dick, Gavin hardly stopped himself not to push himself into that hand and bit his lips, but when he realized that the grey eyes were looking at his lips with hunger, he stopped biting instantly.

Hands easily found his ass and gently squeezed it. Gavin shifted uneasily as his breath caught in his throat.

"L-look man I said-"

"Shush. Almost done."

Shit. Nines was gonna find what he was hiding, and there was no way he could prevent it. He couldn't think rationally, trying not to show any signs of pleasure as his hands were caressing his body anyway.

In the end, the thing he hiding found.

When Nines searching his side pockets, he stopped and murmured. "Oh. I think I found something there." He pushed his hand to his pocket and took out the cufflinks. Like a child found his toy, his face lightened.

"Look at that. So you thought you would miss me and you stole these things to remind me of you."

"No... No! I was going to put them back but you came!" Gavin sputtered while trying to explain uselessly.

"Hmm. But you took them with your own want at the start." After Nines put the cufflinks to the side, he lessened the distance between them again. "Hate to break to you but I put a camera in my room." a hand sneaked near to his groin. "For example, I saw how you smelled my clothes."

Gavin freeze second time. He saw. He saw everthing. He saw Gavin searching room like a headless chicken. He saw Gavin smelling his clothes. He saw Gavin take his belongings. Even this search was a lie. He was knowing from the start Gavin was hiding them on him.

"Admit it, you like me." Insisting palm slowly pressed to his groin, making him gasp. He began to struggle, tried to get away from the consuming pleasure but Stern didn't relented. He just slowly stroked his groin, delicious friction of his pants to his dick send sparks to Gavin's spine.

"A-ah no f-fuck off..."

Lips got closer to his ear, biting his earlobe, making him shiver. "You could have tasered me and run away any time and it wouldn't cost you other than less pay. Yet you didn't. You just kept watching me even if it mean you could caught."

"S-shut up fu-"

He choked on his words when lips found his neck and sucked intensely, fingers deftly pinched his nipple. He arched his body from the bed, unvoluntarily pressing himself to Stern more.

"Ha..aaa..." he breathed out a shaky moan.

"Thats it, give yourself to me..." he licked his neck, hands now fastened. "I will make you come so hard that you will forget everything about your stupid mission."

"N-"

"After I will fuck your tight ass and fill your hole with my cum again and again, you will not want anything but my dick at the rest of your life."

He whined brokenly, all his body was tense by trying to not give up but his mind was nearly completely clouded with pleasure. He can imagine it. He can imagine Nines' naked body on him, fucking him relentlessly, making him beg and say sorry for trying to deceive him. His hands tied like this, his legs tightly clamped around other's waist, cum dripping from his hole and his dick with Stern's every thrust.

It was too much. The view he imagined in his mind was so much. His resistance was fading and Stern was going to win if he didn't do something.

Luck was on his side one more time. After another minute of sweet torture, sudden ringing phone's sound filled his ears and making the hands on him pause. Nines let out an angry curse and slowly get up from him.

He took a relieved breath.

Stern didn't take his eyes away from him when he opened the phone and talking with the person. His answers were short, impatient. Gavin could see that he was wanting to close the phone and play with him again and this thought was making Gavin's groin ache much to the his dismay.

After a minute of talking, when Nines closed the phone and walked to bed again, Gavin hold his breath. Because he knew he can't resist no more. He already did so much.

But, Stern didn't touched him again. He just took the gun and aimed at him.

"Sorry, change of plans."

Before he can realize what was happening. He once more found himself with a dart on his shoulder.

"You are coming with me."

[bex-la-get]

6 and 19 for Ethan and Nat, physical affection prompt

OKAY WAIT BUT THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE! I'm fine, I'm fine. Okay, let's go.

Six weeks. Six long, exhausting weeks since Natalie had left. Ethan sighed and looked over at her side of the bed, the sheets left practically untouched since her departure.

He was proud of her, of course. She had grown to be a renowned doctor in her own right, having finally published her own book on a case she had single-handedly solved for the Diagnostics Team. The book had been a smash hit, hitting the top ten on the NY Times Bestseller list within its first week of release.

In response to the book's success, Nat had been invited on a national panel tour with several other renowned doctors from across the US, starting in San Francisco and ending in New York. The tour was supposed to last 8-10 weeks, depending on the success of the previous panels.

Just a few more weeks, Ethan. You can survive that long, he told himself. But as he looked at her empty bedside once again, he doubted his own words.

-----------------

His day passed in a blur. There had been minor progress on the DT's current patient but that had been about the most exciting thing in his day. Ethan didn't realize how much he relied on having Natalie around until she wasn't. It was odd not hearing her laughter coming from down the hall or consulting her on a case or even giving her a quick kiss before moving on with their work.

He looked at the picture of them on his desk. It had been a selfie Nat had taken on her birthday last year; her carefree smile took up most of the photo as he had placed a kiss on her cheek right as she had taken the photo. It was one of his favorite photos of the two of them.

He sighed and shook his head. Come on, Ramsey, get it together. She'll be home soon.

"Delivery for Doctor Ramsey," a voice said. He looked up to the source and raised his eyebrows in surprise as the very woman who had been occupying his thoughts all day now stood in front of him. Natalie smiled as recognition flooded his eyes.

"Nat?" he said, standing up. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Portland?"

She shook her head and walked further into the office. "We were; but now we're in Boston! I'm home."

He grinned and with a speed he didn't know he possessed, he closed the distance between them and picked Natalie up, spinning her around. She laughed and he squeezed her tighter before putting her back down and kissing her soundly on the lips.

She sighed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gripped her tightly and held her as close as possible, making Natalie smile. When she tried to break the kiss, Ethan's lips chased hers, making it near impossible to think straight.

"Ethan," she said against his lips. He hummed in protest. "Ethan, there's more, my love."

He sighed and placed one more loving kiss on her lips before finally pulling away. "Sorry; I've just really missed you."

Her eyes softened and she caressed his cheek with her hand. "I've missed you too. Which is why I wanted to tell you: I'll be completing the rest of the tour remotely. I'm home for good."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? Why? Did something happen?"

She shook her head. "No; I just missed you and I really wanted to come home. So I checked with our tour manager and since the rest of the tour is on the East Coast, I was cleared to work remotely. Though I will need to make an appearance for the final panel in New York. Would you come with?"

He grinned. "I would love to."

"Good," she said, smiling. "And... there is one more thing." She took his hand and placed it on her abdomen. "We're gonna need to convert that guest room."

Realization dawned on his face. "A-- are you? Nat. Really?" his voice went up an octave, causing her to giggle.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He laughed and picked her up again, holding her tightly. He peppered kisses all over her face and lips, leaving no area untouched. She laughed at the affection and entwined her fingers with his. "I take it that means you're excited?"

"Excited? You're home and we're having a baby! I'm thrilled!"

A/N: This one was so fun to write for. Thanks for the ask, Nonny! From this ask list!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

~

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

~

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

~

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

~

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

~

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

[imaginationintowords]

Folklore [song series]

mirrorball

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

Word count: 2110

[a/n: thanks for being patient with me! hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! if i forgot to tag you please inbox me]

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Age: 20

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: Summer 2014

Steve flopped down onto his bed, tired after today's events. Elizabeth softly laid down next to him, Steve wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest.

"Today was a day," he tiredly says.

"You okay?" She asked him.

After Bucky had left there was a sadness aura that followed Steve for the rest of the party. He had no clue what he had expected Bucky's reaction to be, but definitely not the one he got. He had even prepared himself fo a fight, he was grateful that didn't happen. He just wasn't expecting for Bucky to shut down and leave. Not even accepting his offer of having a conversation later.

He knew that Bucky just needed his space, time to think it all over. But the look on Bucky's face had Steve questioning whether or not he would ever come around.

It threw Steve off when Bucky requested that he breakup with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe his best friend would want his own happiness to suffer.

His whole life he had done everything possible to keep Bucky happy. After what Bucky and his family had to go through with his father, Steve made it his mission to never let his friend feel that way again. Granted he was only 7 when he made that promise to himself, he still kept it.

Steve had never put himself first, at least not until he had made the decision to go to school in California. He had even thought about changing his plans after his breakup with Elizabeth but he knew his parents would've been disappointed with that decision.

He had put Bucky first his entire life, what he's doing isn't selfish. Yet he can't help but feel like the most selfish person ever.

What if he was keeping Elizabeth from truly being happy? What if she just didn't want to break his heart? What if she just didn't want to break his heart during a family event? What if come tomorrow she would tell him the truth, that she was really still in love with Bucky.

He's not sure he could handle that heartbreak.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Elizabeth asked, breaking Steve from his self destructive thoughts.

"I won't be mad if you still love him," Steve says, "I'd understand."

Elizabeth quickly sat up to get a look of Steve's face to make sure he was being serious. It nearly broke her to see how defeated he looked. She's never seen him so down, not even after his breakup with Peggy.

"You don't have to pretend to save my feelings," he continues, "If it meant you were happy, that's all I care about. If being with Bucky makes you happy, then please don't let me stand in the way."

"Oh Steve," she gently caresses his face, staring down at him, "I wasn't lying earlier when I told Bucky that I didn't love him anymore. And i most definitely wasn't lying when I said that I love you, because I do love you, with my whole heart. You make me happy. The happiest I've ever been. Bucky was my past. You are my now, and hopefully my future.

"If you can't see how truly great you are, then I must not be doing my job as not only your girlfriend, but you're friend," she says, "Because you make me feel special every single day. And I just want you to feel the way you've made me feel."

"It's not your fault," Steve softly says, grasping her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"Growing up I've always been second to Bucky," he explains, "Everyone seemed to prefer him over me. Whether it was girls or just our friends. It was always Bucky then Steve."

Elizabeth takes a moment to think back on their time growing up. She couldn't help but feel guilty when she realized that everything Steve is saying is true.

After she and Bucky got together, Steve sort of became an after thought, not because they purposefully excluded him, it never crossed their mind simply because Steve also had Peggy at the time. But after Peggy left, Elizabeth never really got to talk to Steve about how he felt, because she got caught up in her own drama.

"Steve, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I should've known then about how you felt. I was so caught up in my own shit, I never realized that you could've been going through your own stuff."

"Liz, it was never your fault," he says, "You were going through your own stuff. And I had learned to suppress it. Plus Bucky was your boyfriend at the time, of course i wasn't really on your mind. Plus it's kind of my fault for allowing it to happen. I never spoke up about it. I just always went along, figuring it was better than nothing."

"Once I got to Berkeley that's when everything changed," his mood shifts a bit to a much lighter feel, "I no longer felt like the shadow of a person. I felt like my own person for the first time ever. I was able to become someone I never thought possible. I am no longer 'scrawny Steve, Bucky's best friend'. I just became 'Steve' or 'Rogers'."

Elizabeth smiled at the way Steve's eyes lit up when talking.

"I had never imagined myself leaving New York, let alone making the permanent move to California," he confesses, "As much as I love it here, California is where I feel I belong. I know you feel it too."

Elizabeth nods her head agreeing with him. She felt the same way, as much as New York was her childhood home, California was where she felt her heart aching for. Where she felt like she belonged, where she could thrive. The more she spent time there, the more it felt like home, that's why moving there wasn't a tough decision for her.

"Coming back here," Steve says, causing Elizabeth to shift back her focus on him, "It just makes me feel like that scrawny kid all over again. I feel like no matter how hard I try to shed that image, Brooklyn will never see me for who I am now, but for who I was then. Like no matter what I do I will always be 'little' Steve Rogers."

"I know you feel it too," he says looking up at her.

She did. She did feel stuck in the past whenever she came back home. It seemed like life stood still here, while outside of Brooklyn everything is moving ahead. She knows it's only because she grew up there, and had nothing to do with Brooklyn itself. Once she was in California, she got a taste of life outside of Brooklyn, and she's not sure if she would want to go back. So moving there was an easier choice for her to make.

"I do," she agrees, "It's why moving to California was an easy decision for me to make."

"I wasn't even sure I was even going to make it to California," he says.

"Why is that?"

"Felt like I was disappointing my parents," he confesses, "We had always discussed me going to Columbia as a pre-med major. That had been the original plan. It wasn't like they were forcing it on me. More like I was forcing it onto myself.

"It was the 'safer' choice, granted the longer one, but in the end it all would've been worth it. For some reason as a child I believed that was the only way my parents would've been proud of me. Regardless of the fact that they were already proud and would tell me constantly. I just put that pressure on myself."

"It wasn't until junior year that Mr. Lawson, my high school art teacher said I should apply to some art schools," he continues, "Then after I had a long discussion with the guidance counselor she agreed as well, saying I would get in no problem with whatever art field I applied in.

"I never really gave my drawing much thought. It was just something I would do. Also a career in art is not exactly financially stable, or at all stable. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply to a couple of schools as an architecture major. Never really gave it a second thought."

Steve pauses, "I did get into Columbia."

"Steve, no fucking way," Elizabeth gasp sitting up straighter, "I never even heard."

"That's because I only told my parents," he says, "I got the acceptance email the same day I got NYU's and Berkeley's, where I hadn't applied as pre-med, which my parents didn't know of at the time."

"Wow," Elizabeth responds feeling herself become speechless. She had only known about NYU and Berkeley. She knew about NYU because that was the plan, they, including Bucky had discussed Freshman year. Back when she was still with Bucky, and Steve with Peggy and they all had planned to stay in New York. Before life got complicated.

"When I did get the Berkeley acceptance I had to come clean to my parents about what major I applied under. I was nervous, because a part of me never told them because I was worried I wouldn't get in. So seeing that acceptance it was the assurance I needed. One that really let me know that I could actually do it. And of course my parents were proud."

"Of course," Elizabeth smiles, "They would've been proud if you had decided to not even go to school and just worked in a restaurant."

"That's true," Steve lets out a small laugh, "And I think I more so didn't want to regret the decision. Leaving home to move across the country for a career that could be unstable. It's scary."

"Do you?" Elizabeth asks.

"Do I what?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Not one bit," he smiles, pulling her back down onto his chest.

They laid there in a comfortable silence. Steve ranking his fingers on Elizabeth's arm, feeling himself grow tired.

"I hope you know you're amazing," Elizabeth quietly says looking up at him with pure admiration in her eyes, "That I think you're amazing. I think you're one of the greatest people I have ever known. And if I have to spend my entire life showing you just how amazing I think you are, I will."

Age: 29

Year: 2023

Location: Santa Barbara, CA

Elizabeth giggled as Steve carried her over the threshold into their hotel room for the weekend. He kicked the door closed as he silenced her giggles with a kiss, before placing her on her feet.

"Why thank-you Mr. Rogers."

"You're very welcome Mrs. Rogers," he smiled brightly at his new wife.

Her makeup was slowly fading, hair no longer perfectly done after a night of dancing with their close loved ones. Steve just stares at her lovingly. He ahs never seen her more beautiful and the fact that he gets to be her husband for the rest of his life, he's never felt luckier.

Elizabeth feels his eyes just on her, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, just admiring my beautiful wife," he compliments, causing Elizabeth to blush.

"How about one more dance?" she asks.

"There's no music."

"When I'm with you there's always music," she says holding her hand out for him.

Steve pulled her to him, one hand grasped in her's, while the other lay on her lower back. Elizabeth's head rested on his chest, with Steve's chin softly resting on the top of it.

"You know I think you're amazing," Elizabeth says as they sway softly in each other's arms.

"You might've told me once or twice," he responds.

"Get used to it because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of our lives."

"Nothing I want more than that," he kisses the top of her head.

"If you'd asked me to runaway with you to join a circus, I would in a heartbeat," she says.

"Oh really? If I lose my job, and having nothing to show for, you'd still be there?"

"Right next to you baby, every step of the way," she says looking up at him, "Plus you won't have nothing to show. You'll have me. You'll have us. With me by your side I'll make sure you never not know how much you mean to me."

"You've made me believe in love again when I thought it wasn't possible. You've made me love myself in a way that I didn't think were possible. You make me a better human being by just being you. I love you Steve, more than anything.

"So if everything were to go to shit, as long as I have you that's all I need. I'll be there reminding you every single day just how special you are to me."

"I love you," Steve smiles as tears fall from his eyes.

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #22 - The in-laws

We move forward in our long list of drabbles and now I propose “the in-laws”, asked by anon 🤩 I was inspire so it went quick to write it. Thank you so much for you reads and likes on the previews writings, I hope you’ll enjoy this one ❤️

Summary : You are dating Alexander for a moment now and the critical moment of the presentation with your family has arrived. Something you absolutely hate. But this traditional visit will be more exciting than you expected...

Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

Warnings : fluff and naughty smut ! 

Tag list : @katerka88​ ; @bonnieelizabethparker​ ; @kata1803​

In theory, people like to visit their family and siblings, spend time and celebrate important celebrations like weddings, anniversaries with them...Normally. You are the absolute opposite. You hate everything that involves your mother, your father and the rest of the team. You dislike them so much that you don't even talk about them or even mention their existence. In fact, this is really sad but this isn’t really your fault. And it hasn't been like that all the time...

There was a time when everything was fine. From your birth till your 10th years approximately. Your parents absolutely loved you and treated you like the most precious treasure in the world. But at those ages, you are to young to understand. When you became a teenager, things started to become clearer. They wanted you to be like them and you refused the idea. It meant being haughty, arrogant, venal and so on. Your father, a famous surgeon, had some important contacts in politics and so, they considered themselves as some sort of aristocrats. During high school, they sent you in a private college, full of moneyed young man and girls and it was terrible. You were constantly fighting with them and after school, with your parents. Your brother and your sister, on the other hand, accepted to be like them. You really were the ugly duckling in that story.

Things have changed when you arrived at University in New-York. At the age of 18, you sent flying them, their stupid rules, stupid life and you promised yourself to never become like them. Never. You moved in NY, got graduated and you enjoy your life. Until that day when you received this horrible invitation...

“Oh no...”, you have said as recognizing the writing and the address. Busy at cooking the dinner, Alexander heard your exclamation and asked what was happening. He turned around, his finger cover with tomato sauce, and face you. 

“This means hell”, you replied as showing him the letter. You sat at the kitchen table and opened the enveloppe. You discovered some sort of an announcement, well done with beautiful scriptures and drawings. After your graduation, your parents tried to reconnect and you accepted, unwillingly, but mostly to avoid quarrels. And you didn’t want to be embittered, like them. But you accepted a phone call each month not invitations and stuffs like that.  Intrigued by your silence, Alexander left the saucepans for a moment to come closer, behind you. He read the letter, over your shoulder. You felt his presence and sighed.

“I guess we have to accept...”, he whispered as finishing to read. You posed the invitation and put your head in your hands. Alex’s hands caressing your back gave you a bit of comfort. 

“Yes...I’m afraid we can't refuse this time...”. 

And so this is how you crossed the states to present Alexander to your parents. You two discussed a long time about the pros and cons of this encounter but you concluded that it would be very impolite to refuse and it would mostly start a war. Something you don’t want to. During the ride, you couldn’t stop touching your engagement ring, lost in your thoughts. How did they discover that Alexander proposed you ? You wanted to tell them the news later, when the wedding would be done, if possible. Then there wouldn’t be this official encounter they organized this weekend. 

Alexander noticed your worried face and take your hand in his to put a sweet kiss on it. He also looks proudly at the ring he bought a few weeks ago. He knows how difficult this encounter will be for you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. It will be alright. I’ll be there”, he says after a second kiss on your palm. You look at him and smile, happy. This kind of moments really confirme you that you have chosen the man of your life. 

After four hours of driving through landscapes and mountains, you finally arrived at your childhood’s town. You don’t come here more often so you quickly detect what’s new and what disappeared. The sat nav guides you to your family’s manor, out of the city. Alex parks the car behind you father’s luxuries cars, turns off the car and you both stay quiet, looking at the house you always hated. 

“Wow...”, exclaims Alex after a moment. The front door opens and your parents appear on the porch, dressed up like if they were going to a wedding. They looked happy to see you, or at least, they were good actors. 

“Let’s go”, you sigh, taking a deep breath. You both get out of the car, waving a “hello” while Alexander quickly goes to the boot to take the bags. You parents invited you for a weekend of course. As if that weren't enough...Together, you walk to the entry, hand in hand. Quickly, you introduce your fiance when a maid sneaks in to take your bags inside. Alexander frowns, surprised, and gives it to her even if he wanted to refuse. He’s not really used to this kind of manners...

“Come in”, says your mother who, in passing, doesn’t hesitate to give some comments about your hair and your dress. And so it begins...You pretend you didn’t hear as you enter into the living room. Alexander looks everywhere, probably shocked by the ancient decoration and the stupid animal’s heads your father hanged proudly on the wall. 

“Are you a fan of hunting Mister...?”, starts your father as coming closer to Alex who was admiring, probably to be polite, the trophies. 

“Oh my name’s Skarsgård...but you can call me Alexander sir. Not really a fan, I prefer to walk into the nature than to destroy it”, he answers back and you chuckle, seeing your father frowning. Your parents will probably say that your fiancé his impolite but you don’t care. It amuse you more than anything else. 

During the aperitif, they ask polite questions about him, his family and his job. You see them gulp a couple of few times, mainly when Alex explained that he was a famous actor. A little corner pride smile crosses your face but you hide it behind your glass. You could still hear your mother recommended you to marry a doctor, a surgeon or a politician. “Someone with a good situation”, she had said at that time. 

For the dinner, Maria, the cook, prepared one of your favorite meal. Christmas was coming so she decided to cook a turkey, with a white wine sauce and seasonal vegetables. Many times, Alex praised the meal, the wine, the house,...and you are proud to see that he was doing his best to appear as a good son-in-law. While eating, you take a moment to observe your parent’s reaction so far. And you can undoubtedly say that your father was more open-minded than your mother. He was asking questions about his origins and seemed to like the fact that he was from Scandinavia which is famous for many good reasons. On the contrary, your mother didn't say anything else since the aperitif and kept her lips pursed since then. She was fulminating and you found it amusing.

A delicious dessert followed the dinner. Completely full, you push away your plate, refusing a last wine glass. You almost spent the entire afternoon to eat and drink and you really had enough. By your side, Alexander looked fine, he was used to eat more quantities than you do. After all, he is taller.

Before letting you go upstairs to settle your stuffs, your father proposes a little glass of alcohol to Alex and he gladly accepts. Here we go. They were doing this all the time. Your father will certainly talk to him about you, asks questions about his intentions and engagements towards you. And in the meantime, your mother will talk to you about her reticences. Something she did ten minutes later when you were alone in your teenage room, busy to unpack your things from your bags. Alexander was still in your father’s office and you really hope that he wouldn’t put him off.

“Don’t even try...”, you warn your mother when you catch her waiting at the door frame. She was about to open her mouth. 

“I’m sorry (X/Y) but this guy isn’t made for you. An actor, can you believe it! You could have choose an American at least, not some sort of European”, she exclaims, rising her hands in the air. You sigh and pretend you didn’t hear anything. 

“He’s Swedish mom, he’s Scandinavian”, you correct, looking furiously at her. 

“That’s what I said, he’s a stranger! I don’t want to see my daughter marrying a stranger. He’s not even coming from a famous or noble family. I’m against this union (X/Y). I hope you hear me”.

“Yeah, yeah”, you answer, only half listening to her stupid ideas. It was more serious than you thought. She was deeply crazy. 

“(X/Y) ! Listen to me. I won’t let you ruined your life. You already ruined your career but this time, I will be there to be against your decision to marry that guy”. You don’t let her finish and turn around violently to face her.

“I’m gonna marry Alexander, whether you like it or not. And know what mom ? He might be a “stranger” as you said, but he’s the most respectable people I know on this earth. You are not half the person he is and you’ll never be. So now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do than to listen to your shit”. All your angry and frustration just went out. It had to happen, she was looking for fight since your arrival. Your mother looks at you, completely shocked. Nobody never dared to talk to her like you did but you don’t care. She closes her mouth and turns around, leaving you alone. She bumps into Alexander on the landing but she doesn’t say anything. When he comes into the room, you tell him all the story and so he does too...

*

3 AM. You sigh as turning you head. You can’t fall asleep and it starts to bother you. If only you could sleep, then the hours will flies and this weekend will be quickly over. Unfortunately, your body and your mind have other plans...Besides you, Alex is deeply asleep. You can tell by the way he breathe, his body going up and down very slowly. 

15 minutes later, your eyes are still wide open. You tried many things to help you like thinking about pleasant things, trying to plan some previous things for the wedding but it didn’t work. Frustrated, you get up and go down in the kitchen to drink a glass of hot milk. Sometimes it helps. At least, you hope so. Silently, you use the staircase, paying attention to where you put your foot cause you don’t want to awake your mother. Once in the kitchen, no need to turn on the lights, the moonlight is enough bright. 

The kitchen didn’t change much in 10 years. Memories of you, eating the delicious cakes that Maria was making secretly for you after school, crosse your mind. A smile even appear on your face. It was the good old days in this house...Sill in the dark, you open the fridge, take the milk and grab a clean glass. You put it in the microwave and wait. The alarm resounds announcing that the milk is ready. The hot liquid flows into your throat and warms you up. 

“Baby, are you alright ?”, says a sleepy voice behind you. You jump as turning around, scared, and almost spill your milk on you and the ground. Alexander, standing at the doorframe, only wearing his boxer, apologize himself.

“Hush...”, you warn him as taking a napkin to clean the mess, “they could hear us. I don’t want to have an other discussion with my mother”. 

“Ok”, he answers back as coming closer to help you. “What’s wrong ? Are you feeling sick ?”.

“No, I’m alright. I just couldn’t sleep. I thought that hot milk could help me”, you explain as taking another sip. You show him the glass, to propose him, and he accepts a sip too. You finish the drink in silence and pose the empty glass in the sink.

“Why can’t you sleep ?”.

“I don’t know”, you sigh as coming in front of him. “I think I’m too irritate because of this...being here, my mom, the discussion we had earlier, and...”.

“Hey...come here...You need to relax love”, he says as turning your body so as to have your back to him. His hands immediately starts to massage your shoulder and you let escape a moan. 

“This is good...”, you whisper as leaning your head forward, enjoying this. For some minutes, Alexander pursues his massage until he comes closer, sucking his body to yours. You shiver when you feel his fingers move apart your hair and his lips on your neck. He knows how much this drive you completely crazy. 

“Alex...”, you whisper but he doesn’t answer. He continues his kiss, his pelvis moving slowly against your bottom. “Alex...”. Still no answer but his hands leaves your shoulder to grab the edges of your very short nightie. 

“Alex...”, you say again, a bit louder this time. 

“Don’t you like it...?”, he says in Swedish. The little bastard also knows how it excites you when he speaks in his native tongue, with his sexy accent. No need a translation to understand what he said. 

“We can’t do...that here”. His hands are now riding up your nightie and caressing the outlines of your ass. You can also feel his member, growning hard, against your back. 

“Why not ?”, impatient you turn round, wrap your arms around his neck and capture his lips for a passionate kiss. His hands leaves your bottom for a moment to take place on your low back.

“This is my parent’s kitchen...”, you reply after breaking the kiss. You stay a moment like that, in each other arms, quiet.

“Well...this could be a good way to take your revenge. Don’t you think ?”. You frown, thinking about this idea. If ever your mother discover it, she would be so upset and angry that you surprinsingly find this idea excellent and exciting. The idea of maybe being caught...You rest your hands on the base of his neck to ask him to lower his head. You kiss him again, harder this time, forcing your tongue to meet his. 

“I take that as a yes...”, he whispers against your lips as gliding his hands along your body, until your bottom. You understand that it is time to jump in his arms. Easily, Alex carries you to the little table situated right next to the kitchen until you sit on it. Then your moves start to become faster and more hurries. You don’t have plenty hours to think or to take your time. It has to be fast and good. 

You open your legs to let Alex come closer. You feel his hard member hitting your intimacy through the fabric and it provokes a good sensation. His kisses leave your lips for your neck, your collarbones as his hands remove your nightie to expose your pussy. You are completely naked under it.

“I love so much this nightie on you...”, he whispers against your skin as he makes you fall over a little bit, to have a god access. Your hands leaves his neck and you quickly find your way to the waistband of his boxer, touching his hard dick through the fabric. Alex moans and in one go, you remove it, exposing his member, proudly erected. He glides his fingers until your wet core and notices how wet your are.

“I knew it would turn you on...”, he jokes as guiding two fingers into you. You moan, holding your scream. When he’s that you are ready, he removes his fingers and pulls down his boxer to be free. Getting ready, you fall over on your lower back, opening your legs as much as possible. 

Alex takes his member in one hand, splits on the other to cover it and slowly guides it in you. In one go, he pushes further, making your cry of pleasure in silence. When he feels that your are ready, he starts to move, in and out, in a regular pace. You gets up a little bit, enough for wrapping your arms around his neck again. And so Alex’s hands leave your hips for your back to keep you into his arms. 

“Oh god...”, he whispers into your ear, feeling your wetness and heat all around his member. His pushes become harder, hitting your spot immediately due to the angle. You bite his shoulder, holding yourself from crying out loud. You hear him laugh, in pure ecstasy as he speeds up his movements into you. Luckily, you succeed to stay quiet and there no sound in the kitchen except your two sweat bodies hitting. 

“I’m close...”, you whisper as holding him tight to prevent you from falling. No need to say it twice, Alex takes it as a code to accelerate the rhythm until you just cum all over him. And 3 minutes later, it happens. In one last push, you feel the pleasure exploding into your lower belly and crossing your body. 

You bite your wrist to not scream his name and when you feel that Alex is close to have his orgasm too, you take his lips to kiss him, to muffle his masculine moans. You feel his hot seed spreading in you while you recover from your orgasm. 

“I love you...”, Alex says, breathless, as taking your hand in his hands to kiss you.

“I love you too...”, you reply after a couple of minutes of cuddling. “We should go back upstairs and try to get some sleep”, 

“What a good idea, naughty girl”, Alex says, with a mocking smirk. You open your mouth, pretending to be shocked and gently tap him on his shoulder.

“You are the one who corrupted me, naughty son-in-law!”. You both laugh in silence. You quickly put your nightie back on and so Alex does the same with his boxer. Cautiously, you go back to your room with a proud smile on your lips. This visit was more exciting than you expected it to be... 

[shesawriter39049]

|PRETTY PLEASE| M|

SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader ( A lil Joonie at the end)

Song reference: Dua Lipa-Pretty Please

About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist desk before you fire her…

Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat low key, self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant..AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance....

Warnings: Soft dom OC, Service top Tae, Baby/baby boy/praise kink/ over-stimulation/ cum play/cum as lube(using someone elses cum as lube to be exact) Fingering, Semi public sex, unprotected sex/ dirty talk, biting/marking kink/minimal prep, oral(F receiving), Finger sucking, (Joon is mentioned a couple times during sex but not physically present) he dose however come in after it’s over and shares a kiss with Tae at the end BTW (I feel like I’m missing some...but theirs nothing like off the wall in this one)

Note- This one shot  is a part of my OT7 Poly AU called 7 deep! Part 1 will be linked below! Short version of the overall plot: Your Married to Namjoon, however you’re both in a open relationship and run a very successful Adult Entertainment company called “Onyx” with your 5 college lovers AKA BTS Minus Kookie! There is a lil backstory sprinkled in because without it the dynamic would not really make sense....

Tae is her executive assistant upon other things BTW... 

Theres a HUGE praise kink and a lot of dirty talk here...he’s her baby..point blank...

Joonie’s lost and jsut wants everybody happy

WC: 7K

Onyx Entertainment 7:09 AM

~~~~

“Y/n’’ Taehyung comes over slowly, voice still full of sleep. sitting even lower, and huskier than usual..almost a whisper actually. Positioning himself right behind you, hips flush against the swell of your ass, snaking his arms, around your waist. Hands trailing slowly up your stomach, allowing his fingers to roam your body freely until one of his hands is flush around the front of your neck. Applying just enough pressure to trigger a slight chill to course up your spine, as the stark contrast from the array of metals he has dancing along his delicate fingers brushes against your skin. However, your so used to the position, especially where Taehyung is concerned it doesn’t stifle you the way it used to, somehow your still able to function….

Arching your back even deeper….however contrary to what he may want…that’s not really why your arching at the moment…..

“God,was it necessary for you to wear this dress today??!” Tae whispers, sounding almost pained at the revelation! Face nuzzled into the side of your ear, nipping at the gold hoop dangling from your lobe. “Y/nnnn” He’s needy…and whiny…very..not that your surprised though…

A low almost disinterested hum rings in the back of your throat as your fingers patter against the phone. ‘Yes baby?.”

”Stop, ignoring me” Pouts off his lips as he nips your ear even harder, a slight growl that sounds far too cute to be even remotely threatening leaving his throat!

A disgruntled...nah, an infuriated groan huffs off your chest upon seeing there’s 40,yes 40 voicemail’s.. stored on said phone. Well aware your busy, but not busy enough to have gotten 40 messages all in one night. A string of curses hush off your lips upon hearing the date and reasons behind the numerous calls that were clearly never returned.So ya know, there goes a good… shit, 10k down the drain in payroll over the past 4 in a half months she's worked here!

“Tae, add “Officially, fire Jordan’’ to my list of things to do today..please and fucking thank you…”

Slamming the headset against the desk phone hard enough to have to actually bounce off the receiver. Taehyung knows you like the back of his hand though, not even blinking as he damn near acts as if he’s spider man grabbing the phone before it completely falls off the desk. Within seconds he instantly brings his hands back to their initial position, caressing your frame against his own. Suddenly your curiosity gets the best of you so you welcome yourself to her desktop. Logging in to Outlook to check her work email. And what do you know, 120 unopened emails…. god why…WHY!?

“You have got to be fucking kidding..” Sighs off your lips in disbelief “What the actual fuck has she been doing this entire time!?” The question was rhetorical: you really didn’t wanna know, it took every ounce of self control not to search her browser….You’d probably pop a vessel if you logged on and found her history full of online shopping, Facebook, and UberEats! Body slouching into his almost as if all of the energy got sucked out of your body upon seeing the shitshow that is Jordan’s email!

“So wait, am I adding that to your schedule before or after your 7:30 AM appointment to fuck Taehyung Kim?” Brow quirked in genuine curiosity, as if he just asked you the day's weather forecast or something!.

Honestly? It took you a minute to even catch on because he said that shit with his entire chest, like, he meant that! Not even an ounce of amusement laced within his delivery….

A loud cackle ripped from your throat once you actually process what this man just said. Reclining your head against his shoulder, placing a lingering kiss along his cheek which he leaned into instantly. The grip he holds around both your waist and neck tightening once you start to rock your hips against him. Biting your lips,lashes fluttering in his direction, yanking the chain around his neck ever so slightly.

“Hmm….must have missed that when I skimmed my itinerary this morning…huh?” A sly smirk playing along your lips as you lock eyes with his.

“Mmm, minor but very important schedule alteration…weren’t you the one who taught me that you always have to be ready to adapt to any and every situation?”

A low hum rings in the back of your throat as you gently massage his freshly dyed scalp “I do recall saying something along those lines...” Ghosting your lips over the hinge of his jaw...blowing lightly.

Those electric blue locks you'd grown to love were now replaced by a color you haven't seen in lord knows when. Black, as simple as it may seem it just  compliments his caramelized complexion and dark brows perfectly. His hair is getting long all over now, and the older he gets the more comfortable he seems to be with letting his entire face be seen, hair parted messily down the middle in soft waves. It’s still kinda surreal watching him turn more, and more into a man as the years go on! Still remembering when he was walking around campus with his hella brassy box dyed blonde hair and Pacsun jeans....

Turning his head so his lips hovered over yours close enough that you could almost taste the Caramel ice capp on his tongue. Nosing along your face like a spoiled puppy silently begging for affection, chin tilted upwards just enough to let you know what he needed!

“We don’t have time baby boy you know this..” Leaning down to kiss the pout off is lips before it even appeared “You know were slammed and Yoongi has production getting in at-”

Taehyung leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, clearly less than intrigued by anything you had to say at the moment. This time a little deeper, moaning against your tongue as he breaches the seam of your lips. It’s hard and messy, Tae’s teeth accidentally clack against your own, your trying to speak but it keeps getting muffled against his lips! He’s shameless with his need, the way he’s licking his way around your mouth while he slowly grinds his hips into your ass tells you that. Nothing subtle about how hard his dick is straining against the leather of his pants…

He doesn't waste any time either,clawing his way up your thighs, hiking your dress up, around your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your pussy between his palm. Taehyung lets out a loud wanton moan, one that bounces off the brick walls around you once he feels how warm and wet you are. The blatant wet patch in the center of your panties, that his fingers are damn near stuck too!  You move your hand up to the side of his neck, taking a somewhat aggressive hold to try and get him to calm down enough for you to speak. Nails digging tiny crests into his skin, yet you don't stop because you know he fuckin loves it.

“No fuckin patience” Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, far to fond of the man in front of you to have any bite laced within your delivery.

“You talkin about me or you?” A playful smirk plays along his tongue as you lean up to trail yours over his lips to ease the sting before sucking it into your mouth.

“What’s got you so distracted today hmm??” Head cocked to the side, feigned innocence’s playing along your tongue as you gaze back at him, taking in how blatantly fucked out he already looks.

A low whine rips from his lips as he forces himself to break apart just enough to actually speak properly! “Are you forgetting we came here together?” Brow arched knowingly, Taehyung drops his head, to lick, nip, suck, and kiss your neck, ripping a soft moan from your throat, reclining your neck to give him more room to work. Breath hot and heady against your skin as he noses up the side of your neck.   “And we have plenty of time,I already know you don’t need much right now….” Clasping his fingers around your heat even tiger “Baby, please”

Point being, Tae utilized his free access to the apartment that Namjoon and you share this morning after deciding he had no interest in driving himself to work. Which also means, he heard the two of you fucking in the shower, Joon and Hoseok had been in NY for a convention for the past week so lets just say it was long overdue. And actually…. correction, he wasn’t just chilling in your apartment, he was laying on your bed getting off to the two of you fucking in the shower. Still, this boy is insatiable and that wasn’t enough for him to be even remotely satisfied...

“Mmm…” You rock backwards, grinding against his length even harder, tilting your head back, taking the brunette’s ear between your teeth. Pulling hard enough to make him whine, body shuddering against your own, lips flush to his ear “Oh, so it’s my fault you invited yourself in and listened to us fuck in the shower?” Painting your lips down the side of his neck until you suck a mark into the juncture of his collarbone. Low enough that his shirt can cover it during business hours, though you know if he had it his way your marks would be plastered over the front column of his neck!

“My fault you’re already nice and hard and all you wanna do is fuck me until I come allll over your cock too?” His body goes completely pliant under your tongue, just like a cat being pulled by the nape of its neck. A faint whimper falls from his lips as he reaches up, hands getting tangled into your hair pressing down to keep you in place. “My fault your too horny to focus today?”

“Fuck today!” He scoffs around a moan “You’re always distracting, I always want you, god, since fuckin Econ, second period, you know this.” Damn, he’s taking this back to his freshman year of college!? “You already know what you do to me!” Mumbling against your jaw, kissing across it as best as he can at the current angle.

A pleased hymn rings in the back of your throat at the memory “My spoiled baby…” Breath fanning out warm against his skin “Always loved being marked up by me huh?” Taehyung is a resident switch, especially during his college days, yet for some reason where Yoongi and yourself are concerned this man becomes submissive as fuck. He’s always a pleaser, but it comes something serious where your concerned, his need to make you feel good almost overtaking his own need to climax!

Tilting your head to meet his hooded gaze head on “What’s got you all hard baby? Thinking about how easily you could just slide in?” Nothing accidentally about the low moan that slides off your tongue after every word. As you place your hand ontop of his. Gently rocking it back and forth against your clit “ How warm and wet I am? How messy it’ll be, feeling Joonies come dripping out of me as you fuck me?”

“Y/n! Just- fuck…”

‘Is that what you want Tae? You wanna fill me up and fuck me open with your big, thick ,cock?” Your staring him dead in the eye as these words purr off your tongue “Joonie came hard too, there's still so much leaking out right now, my panties have been saoked since I left the house..” Taehyung’s jaw tense as you slip a hand behind you, gripping his dick in your palm through his pants. He was always one to go commando so the rough texture flush against his length was really fucking him up right now. Eyes fluttering shut, “You know I’d still be nice and tight for you too..I’m always tight and warm around you aren't I baby??”

Taehyung didn't even have to open his eyes to know you had a smirk on your face, he could feel the smirk within your voice and he whined..loud. Dragging his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing another moan once you free him from your palm and start grinding your hips back against him.

You push back and he whines even louder this time, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “God, please, baby let me fuck-let your baby boy fuck you. Let me make you feel good…” You can feel his cock twitch behind you, and there's no denying it, you want it just as bad as he does.

You can tell he’s getting himself worked into a frenzy so you kiss him quite. Massaging your tongue against his cooing lightly at how quickly he just melts into you!

“Mmm, if I let you fuck me are you gonna be a god boy for me? Make me come all over your cock?” You know, you already know but you like riling him up….

“Fuck yes, I’ll fuck you so damn good…” Sinking his teeth into your pulse point, not even attempting to let up until he rips the neediest whine imaginable from your lips, knees damn near bucking in the process. Taking the skin between his teeth and sucking...hard..Tae wants to leave a mark..he appears to be feeling oddly possessive today…

“God, I can fuckin smell you now...fuck…” Taehyung’s grip on your hip tigtnes “Let me….fuck baby let me…”

“Jesus-Fu- Do you even know how good you sound when you beg?” A shaky breath signs off your lips and you can feel Tae Smiling against your skin..well aware he’s about to get what he wants.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I sound good,” Tae smirks around a moan . “I know I do, I know how much you fuckin love it too… Love seeing me all hard, and needy for you…..only you. Your the only one that gets me like this”

A fond smile plays along your lips as you stroke his nape..”My baby boy yeah?”

Taehyung just whines in response bucking his hips even harder, honestly you could tease him all day but there really isn't the time. “Yours, always yours” there’s a slight pout playing on his lips. Almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of that as well which is something you take a mental note of to bring up later!

“Yeah,” You moan, low and breath. “Yeah, come on...fuck me.”

“About damn time….” You can feel his lips curl into a smile that you can only imagine sparked something wicked! Because your baby boy is a spoiled brat at heart!

With one clean sweep he knocked every damn file off Jordan’s desk and flipped you onto your back. Hips shifting slightly so your legs are dangling off the edge, as he steps between them. Kneading your inner thighs beneath skilled nimble fingers as he loosely wraps them around his waist.

Once your situated you peer up at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips as your nails claw up his sides…. “You wanna make me feel good Tae?”

“I wanna fuckin ruin you, I always do...every time I look at you I just wanna give you every damn thing! However you want it….” Tae Moans….sliding your panties to the side a slight hiss ringing in the back of his throat as he claws up your thighs. Your still dripping, lips swollen, clit still sensitive to the touch.

You visibly shudder, gut twisting at the admission...as you take in his lust-filled hooded gaze.“Such a pretty pussy baby…” Long, delicate fingers trail up and down your clit gently. Leaning down to blow a trail up your lips just to make you squirm.

“Fuckkk” Back arching off the desk, not one to try and hide how affected you are. You know he gets off on praise. “You can, you already know you can do whatever you want to me….” You moan even louder as he works your clit a little quicker, adding more pressure.

“God, I still can’t get over the way you sound” Leaning down to kiss you, deep languid strokes of his tongue while he traces his fingers around your entrance….he knows damn well you don't need it but he can’t help himself. “I wanna put my fingers inside..feel how tight and wet you'll be around my cock…” Tae slurs around a moan as his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. Instead of responding you reach down, taking his wrist and guiding him straight in, until your both gasping against one another.

Inserting his middle and ring finger, making you pull back just enough to catch your breath, inhaling a sharp breath through your nose. He can feel Namjoon’s come just leaking out once his fingers slush through as he buries himself knuckle deep. “Fuck, Yn” Growls off his tongue, gaze instantly darkening

Nose scrunching into his face the deeper he works his digits into, your warm, tight and messy, so fucking messy! Curling his fingers upwards as if he’s trying to scoop his come forwards so he can push it all back in, “Such a messy pussy”

“Feel good baby?”You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and a deep groan rips from the back of your throat.

“You know I can handle more than that baby, come on….” Taehyung moans at the instructions pulling back to brace his forehead against yours gazing down at you through hooded lids. His arm starts to move a little harder, making you spread your legs on instinct, wrist shifting ever so slightly until your moaning louder, deeper..hips rocking up to meet his palm. Making sure it smacks against your clit head on every time he makes contact.

“Yeah, fuck. Like that, just like that”  Snaking your hands under his shirt to claw up his back, cooing at how hard he shutters at the contact “Angle u-fuck” A light giggle leaving your lips a stated smile on your face as he finds the spot before you even get it out. Twisting and angling his arm, fucking his fingers into you until he finds that ridget patch nuzzled between your heat, thighs tensing around his waist once he does and he just beams down at you…

He starts working his fingers faster, adding a third, spreading them ever so slightly as he pulls out so he can slide in with little to no resistance. Regardless of Joon fucking you this morning, you still always manage to snap right back in place. No matter how many times they’ve fucked you over the years, you always fit around Taehyung’s cock like a glove...always.

Tae is the youngest and he was also the least experienced when you all met, and by that I mean he was one of those college kids that didn't know any better, Simply because none of his prior partners ever took the time to..properly make their needs known...that is until he met you one Thursday night…

So you often found this strong sense of pride at the way he fucks you now...no instruction truly needed. He could get you off with his eyes closed at this point.  You just no he gets off on it...gets off on being your good boy, and he always is.

Your loud now, and Tae’s leaking so much precome into his pants it’s unreal. Rocking your hips even harder up and down, you can physically hear how wet you are, without a doubt leaking onto the desk! You already close, closer than you wanna be before is cocks splitting you in half.

“Fuck stop!”

The smirk that tugs along those lips was something lethal, gaze dark, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat as he raked over your form. How ragged your breath is...how hard your thighs are tensing around him…..

“Why?’ Head cocked to the side as he sticks his tongue out wetting those pouty lips of his. “Can’t handle coming 3 times today?” The arch in his brow is taunting and you can’t even lie, there's something really sexy about how confident he’s gotten over the years “ Don’t wanna come until I’m balls deep inside you” The question coming off more as a statement, gaze daring you to tell him anything different.

Your breath hitched, every vein in your body felt like it was on fire as he pulled you into a kiss. ,deep, rough and messy while you clench down around his fingers. Ripping every once of bravado he had to shreds...within seconds, once you trapped him between your heat, cock twitching on command.

“Now. Fuck me” You breath out, eyes locked with his as you slide his fingers free, lacing your tongue around the. Slow deliberate strokes, humming around the taste of both your and Namjoon’s arousal coating your tongue and Taehyung looks fucking wrecked! You allow him to slide in knuckle deep until he hits the back of your throat, and he can’t help but moan at how easily you take him.

“Come onnn Tae, fuck meee” A low whine hanging off your tongue as you guide his fingers back down your body hovering over your clit again…. “I need your cock baby”

“Fuck, yeah okay...I’ll fill you up baby” Stepping back just enough to unzip his pants and much to know ones surprise he’s rock hard, standing straight up, the tip painfully pink it almost looks as though you can physically see him throbbing. An obscene amount of Precum’s leaking down his shaft as he grazes his thumb over his slit. Hissing at the contact, Tae’s so hard it literally hurts at this point , balls tight against the base of his shaft.

Mouthwatering shamelessly at the sight as he grips his cock and smacks it along your clit a couple of times. Just to hear your juices slick all over the place, literally sounding as if he just splashed his palm in water!

He leans down and kisses your neck until you grab him by the hair to turn his cheek, to kiss him, deep and hard, making him taste Namjoon’s come on your tongue. You grind your hips forward letting his cock graze your clit until he's groaning low and desperate against your tongue. Hiking your legs up around his waist, digging his nails into the swell of your ass. Pressing your heels into the small of his back to pull his hips even closer!

“You sound so fucking good like this, so fuckin ready to fuck me huh baby?” Tae practically growls when he answers you, he technically responds “yes” first in Korean which is...rare, typically only happens when he’s overwhelmed and clearly…

“Yeah, yes, fuck I want it, need you baby please .” Grounding his hips even harder until he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fuck this boy is going to be the death of you. The pout on his lips is a stark contrast to how thick, and hard his cock is as it rubs against your clit…

Letting your fingers roam through his hair, landing on the back of his neck “Fuck me…”

He doesn't even bother lubing up his cock he doesn't need it , he just shifts his hips slightly to angle you upwards and slowly sinks his cock inside, breathing out deeply through flared nostrils as he does…

“Fuckkkk” Leaves both of your lips in unison once he breaches your entrance. Heat instantly pooling in the pit of your stomach as he starts to stretch you open. His eyes stay on yours the entire time, though hooded and unfocused they never waiver! Panting out hot and heavy against each others tongues, as you try to adjust to the stretch...

You can both not only hear but feel Namjoons come overflowing the deeper he gets! You can feel his arms starting to shake from how overwhelmed he is from all the pressure building around him.

Leaning up to whisper a combination of praise and absolute filth in your baby’s ear until your ripping the neediest moans and groans from his throat.

Dropping his head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, along his jaw, nipping at the diamond hoop in your ear.

There’s no edging his way in either,Taehyung is sliding all the way home. Not stopping until your filled to the brim. Continually whispering praise after praise into his ear which already has him throbbing on impact. Squeezing your ass even tighter, nosing up your cheek until you bring your lips flush to his, sliding in tongue first, need overtaking finesse at this point but neither of you cared!

He starts to move and you dig your nails into his ass, hard enough to make him groan even through the leather!

“Don’t, move yet….be a good boy for me, and stay still... “ He grunts and damn near has a temper tantrum but he obliged….”Stay still pretty, you can do that for me can’t you?”

Right as he's about to speak he finds himself choking around a moan as you purposely clench around him .

“Fuck, baby your pussy feels..Goddamn Yn” He almost sounds awed as if to say after all these years it’s kinda crazy that you still have this kinda affect on him! He lets out a low hum when you do it again, Taehyung is hot to the touch at this point “Fuck, tell me” his tone takes on an almost demanding tenor which only makes your toes curl against the sole of your Louboutins!

“Tell you what Tae?” Tone somewhat teasing until you take in the look of almost desperation within those big brown eyes of his, “That you're my baby? My good boy? The best boy?” Eyes fluttering shut briefly, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat “That your cook feels so fuckin good even when your not doing anything? Or how good you're being for me no matter how bad I know you wanna move.”

Fingers gently caressing the back of his neck “What do you wanna know baby?” In contrast to Tae’s your voice drops down to a whisper,nothing but fondness and affection dripping off your tongue. You can sense something’s wrong more than just him being horny. Yeah he had a praise kink but this feels different as if he NEEDS the validation outside of just sex. “Or…” reaching you to take a delicate, somewhat intimate hold on his jaw, temporarily shifting the mood. “Tell you how much I love you? Because I really fuckin do Tae…”  His breath hitches in his throat, you feel his cock twitch and his heart hammer against his chest at the admission “Soo much baby…”

“I love you” The words ramble off his tongue repeatedly almost as if he can’t stop...

Leaning down to nip at your bottom lip “Keeping my cock, nice and warm…..squeezing me soo good baby…” Leaning down to suck on the hinge of your jaw. “I just-I wanna make you come so bad, wanna fill you up with even more come until your just dripping with it. “ Tae’s voice dropped to an octave you haven't heard in lord known when, instantly reminding you that you created a fucking monster…..you know what he’s doing though. Since you won;t let him move he’s trying to get you worked up enough that you don’t have a choice.

This time when you clenched around him it was involuntary and so was the needy ass moan that ripped from your throat

His skin is flushed...eyes begging you to let him fuck you “You get me soo hard, I don't even understand how you could even expect, me to wanna go out and find someone else after I’ve been wrapped around you for so many years. Yn fuck-” Eyes rolling to the back of his head mid-sentence, the tighter you suck him in, he’s overwhelmed and just rambling at this point but you know what he’s referring too...

Meaning, even though you essentially operate as a closed triad as long as there’s open and honest lines commutation. The boys aren’t technically tied to Namjoon and yourself...yet outside of maybe a little drunken grind and make out session in the clubs...or something….at least over the past 2 years none of you have strayed...None of you have ever wanted too..more than content with what you have...

You reach up, placing your fingers in front of his mouth ‘Spit' ' He does with zero hesitation, as you bring your hand down to work your clit…The second you make contact you start pulsing around him even harder...and now Tae’s squirming on top of you. It’s becoming way too much he’s going to fuck around and come before he even gets to move

“Baby please, I can’t- I need-”

“Fuck me then!” Voice gently yet commanding

“Oh thank fuckk” Taehyung almost shouts as he thrust into you, hard and fast, almost knocking your head into the raised back of the desk! Snapping his hips forward with purpose, clearly well aware that the two of you don’t have much time.

He leans down to kiss every exposed piece of skin he can reach, your neck, shoulder, collarbone, before making his way up to your lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. “Fuck, I can still taste you, both of you!” He kisses you through each thrust, hard, and opened mouth, panting out against your tongue, as you rake your nails down his back. Pulling out almost completely only to thrust in hard enough to have your thighs weakening. Practically dropping from his waist until he reaches under resecurring them in place.

“Yes, fuckk yess..” Each roll of his hips is sharp, precise, hitting every spot you need to have your eyes having a continuous meeting with the back of your head!

“Taeaahyung fu-” Pulling apart, drifting your eyes to where his cock is flushed, and sliding all the way out only to slam back in…Blurring the lines of where you start and he ends..."Look at how good your fucking me….always such a good boy for me yeah?”

Your winded...and your thighs are shaking, eyes heavy as all hell, but the moan that slips past his lips at the praise is more than worth it. You swear you feel his cock get even harder actually. You rock back, tensing your muscles around him, ripping a low groan of your name off his tongue before he actually responds.

“Yeah I’m good...so fuckin good for you baby!” You can feel his breath get lodged in his throat as he speaks, shifting your hips so they are raised a little higher. The moan that rips from your throat as you arch off the desk has him fucking into you even harder. Addicted to all the sinful sounds he knows he’s the only one responsible for right now...  “You take me so well, sound so fucking pretty for me…” Dragging his bottom lip along his teeth!

“Fuck me harder, I know you wanna...you know I can take it! Use me baby, fuck meeeee”

He groans, leaning down to pull you into a messy kiss as he pulls out and snaps forward making you almost scream, head pulling back in a stifled gasp as he picks up his pace, grounding his hips and steadying his rhythm. Brining your hand back down to work your clit, knowing your close, but you still need a little more.

“Fuck you look soo good getting yourself off like that….”

You let your eyes flutter open, a menacing smirk playing on your lips as you remove your hand from your clit. Sucking your fingers into your mouth as you fuck into him even harder. Lathering them with an unnecessary amount of spit, as if you weren't already dripping all over the place.

“You like watching me get myself off for you?” Bring one hand up to massage your nipples through the thin fabric of the dress while the other comes down to graze your clit. Locking your eyes with his as rub yourself, harder, faster, clearly with a purpose this time around. Eyes growing heavy as you moan out, rocking upwards to meet his thrust but never once breaking eye contact.

Tae, moans even louder at that, especially once you start fucking into him with the same amount of forces he's giving you “Yeah, baby fuck me...fuck me” Biting his lip, grunting and groaning through clenched teeth once he feels you start to tighten around his cock which has been throbbing this entire time!

Tae, braces your legs on either side of his shoulder, angling your hips even higher as they roll into you, deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping, Tae, grunting, and you moaning bouncing off every surface. Turning his head to the side to kiss at your ankles...teeth gently grazing along the strap of your heels, as he rolls his hips even deeper, head luling onto his shoulders.

You whine low and breathy as you click the backs of your heels together behind his head. Pressing the back of your thighs flush to his chest to bring him even closer. Those big, extremely sexy hands of his grip your waist, even tighter gripped your waist trying to pull you even closer. Ass flush with his hips at every stroke, the intoxicating feeling of the deep drag and stretch of his cock deep inside you had Tae’s toes curling against his Saint Laurent boots.

“God why do you look this fuckin hot!?” He actually sounds upset to be honest, and you can't help but laugh no matter how hard it is to breathe right now. Your thighs are practically vibrating on either side of his head.

“Fucking me open with your cock…like it was made for me...made to make me come-” Stopping mid-sentence not by choice just because fuck you couldn't breathe he was deep at this angle “Fuck and your gonna make me come too, keep fucking me Tae- just….fuck!”

“I was baby,fucking you just how you taught me…” He whimpers and moans even louder eyes fighting to stay open and maintain eye contact. Something about the way he said that “The way you taught me...” Was exactly what you needed to let go!

“Taeeee” you whine “I’m going to fuckin come harder.. Fuck please!!” Throwing your head back against the desk, knocking against what feels like a stapler but you can’t be bothered to care by how good he feels right now. Your gasping, breathless, and more importantly now your the one that sounds needy and there's nothing sexier than that to Taehyung.

Leaning up to grip him by the back of his neck and he leans into it. Basically folding you in half, he can feel how hard your starting to squeeze him, and he damn near chokes on his own words. “Yeah, yeah, just like that , come for me, come for your baby...”  

He gasping and whimpering right over you, jaw slack but not fully able to really kiss you back right now, so you decided to toy his bottom lip around your tongue. “Harder,harder” You instruct low and breathy tight into his mouth. “Fuckkk”

You clench your muscles around him as hard as you can, moaning loud and unfiltered until your coming, hard. Your spazzing and coming all over his cock and it’s actually almost pailful at this point.

“Yes, fuck baby ..your so good, soo perfect... ” You can feel that he needed this ,not just physically, just everything, about him in this moment screams how bad he needs this! There's no way he's coming no matter how close until you do, until you milk him through it!

You swear for a minute your heads spinning, fuzzy and lightheaded, ears burning as he rips you apart nerve by nerve...like he said...Just how you taught him! It takes a minute a good minute for you to pull you shit together and fuck if it dosent do wonders for you baby’s ego!

You whimper directly against his lips, gaze heavy, still completely fucked out “Such a good boy, you’re doing so good, come for me baby…” His thrust are becoming sporadic and out of rhythm because you don't stop stroking your clit, so your still spazzing around him, your still coming! You've always been one for over stimulation, I mean fuck you have 6 lovers for fucks sake how could you not. Your coming, moaning,painting and it’s ripping Tae’s orgasm straight from his body whether he was ready for it or not!

Taehyung cries and you can feel is cock twitch one more time before hes coming, snapping his hps forward, and stalling in place as you clench down around him! moaning louder and louder, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tae collapses forward once he’s finished, so spent and you pull him closer, encouraging him to rest on top of you no matter how heavy he truly is.

“So good,” you whisper “Always such a good boy for me…”  He leans down, completely blissed eyes heavy, and kisses you slow...intimate...hands gently stoking up and down your thighs as the two of you breathe as one… realizing this isn't really the time or place for this but you need amount to fully come down!! “I love you…” Slurs off your tone completely spent, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“ I Love you” A moan starts on his tongue and ends on the top of yours as he slides out, you can feel the come leaking onto the desk. Before you can even process what’s happening you see Tae drop down to his knees...bracing your thighs on either side of his head. Scooping up as much of the overflow as he can pushing, his fingers in knuckle deep curling upwards in the process...Thighs threatening to clench around his head in over secretive as a low whine hisses from your lips!

“Oh my god” Fingers seamlessly found there place in his soft, slight damp locks, tugging on his scalp relentlessly as you rolled your hips into his tongue. Though you really should be running away from the sensation but fuck, you can;t help it! Low breathy whines and moans fell from your lips the harder he sucked your clit between his lips, moaning out as all of your arousal's coat his tongue. Your clit is still rock hard and your literally a second away from coming all over again...that is,,until he slides in 3 fingers deep and apparently where Taehyung is concerned you don’t even have a refraction time because...

“Tae-baby- fuckkkk”  Back coming to a complete arch as you came with a silent cry, you were panting so hard you almost felt like you were about to pass out. Taehyung’s tongue was still relentless, causing you to jerk and twitch away from him, trying to edge your way up the bed but it was no use..you were already crowning the headboard.

“Please, fuck - I can’t , I can’t …” Thankfully it seems as though he agreed, maybe it’s because your thighs wouldn’t stop spazzing and you soiled the spot right beneath your ass you were so wet! Kissing, licking, sucking a path from your clit, up your stomach, sliding your dress back into place, before his face was finally flush to yours. Sliding his tongue into your mouth without warning, kissing you deep and messy,letting you taste a combination of Tae, Joon and yourself thoroughly as you licked the excess coming from the corners of his lips causing you both to moan. Hands soothing up your trembling thighs trying to sooth you but it was no use..you were a mess!

Taehyung could feel them vibrating against his palm. Smiling smugly against your lips, clearly pleased with the sudden state your in . Locking your thighs around his waist, bracing his hands beneath for support because he can feel how pliant your entire body is beneath him.

“Wrap your arms around my neck” Whispered against your lips as he kissed you again while shifting off the desk, gripping your bag, and leading the two of you down the hall into your office. Voice sitting even husker now than it did initially....eyes still comptely blown out

Laying you gently on the leather chaise against the wall and you can’t help but smile up at him with nothing but fondness. Remembering those days when your baby boy was still lost in that fuck boy phase and thought after care was not kicking his partner out after! Now you watch as he slowly spreads your thighs apart. Cleaning you gently with a couple baby wipes kissing every inch of skin he touches in the process before doing the same to himself.Tucking his spent cock back into his leather pants with a slight hiss due to oversensitiveness…

“Thank you baby…” Taking his hand in your kissing along his knuckles “Fuck Tae, you were in a mood this morning...holyshit” An exhausted chuckle leaves your lips as you settle into the cushions, your thighs were literally still humming.

“Aye gotta make a lasting impression before you go meet my replacement right??” He tried to laugh it off, but not only did his “smile” not even remotely reach his eyes...you could hear light tremor laced within his delivery that he tried to mask by said laugh!

Brows scrunching to the middle of your face immediately because...WHAT!?

“Speaking of, you and Yoongi have that 2:30 interview with Jungkook. So you might wanna dip out and shower first, you just might still end up feeling kinda sticky, between me and Joonie there’s just..fuck..”

To be honest, everything kinda melted into a blur and it almost seemed as though you really weren’t listening because all you kept thinking about is him saying you were going to meet his “Replacement…”

“I mean even with a pantyl-”

“What?!” You honestly did not mean for your response to come out as snappy as it did but again… WHAT!?

“I said you might wanna-“

“That’s, what this was about?!” Brows furrowed in the center of your face in confusion more than anything because what the fuck Tae! “First off, he was your idea, but if he makes you uncomfortable for any reason we don’t have to interview him! You have to work with him too baby, I don't want-” You know your deliveries off so you find yourself reaching up to gently caress his jaw, which is a stark contrast to your tone at the moment!

“No, no” Flagging his hand in the air dismissively “ I want you to, he seems  like a good kid and like he knows his shit Yoongi needs..no he deserves that..he already does so much!” Nervously raking his hands down the nonexistent wrinkles on his black silk dress shirt. “I don’t know baby, ignore me I’m just being stupid …”

He gets up with a box of Clorox whips and sprays heading back to the lobby so you opt to follow, no matter how much your thighs are literally screaming at you the entire time! Well aware that the desk without a doubt needs to be toughly whipped down with the next half hour before production starts trickling in! Kicking up the air as well to get the humidity out of the atmosphere, thankfully space had an open enough floor plan that, the typical sex smell That may clog up a bedroom wasn’t as potent…

Without even sparing you a second glance he starts spraying down the desk, whipping the surface diligently, actually somewhat aggressively which let you know he felt a way about this. Nobody's jaw just twitches while they clean..he was annoyed…

“Ugh no.” Reaching out to grasp his wrist halting his movements, and now it was clear he was adverting your gaze, eyes locking on a fucking paperclip to his right… “ I will not ignore you and your feelings are valid, always, even if I don’t quite understand them.” Exchanging his wrist for his jaw, gripping it firm enough to firm him to make eye contact and there's nothing subtle about how glazed over they were…

“Baby…” Cooed off your lips as you stoked his face you watched his nose twitch as he tried desperately not to cry, so you leaned down... Placing a lingering yet innocent kiss along his lips. No ulterior motive just hoping it gave him some sort of comfort…. Feeling the way he just melted into you...yet the tension stayed evident within his body…”Talk to me Tae..please..:”

He didn’t pull away fully, resting his forehead flush to yours “I don’t know... I just-”

The two of you pull apart the minute you hear the faint ding of the elevator, eyes instantly scanning the camera to see it’s nobody but Joon. Starbucks, and Mcdonalds in hand, clumsily trying to type in the code so Taehyung decides to be the one to break apart and help him out. More so because he just really didn’t want to get into this right now….never has he been so thankful that Namjoon’s early! 

Heading for the door to help your husband lord knows how clumsy he is the last thing we need is coffee all over your freshly polished floors. Looking fine as ever....sometimes you really don’t understand how the fuck you go so damn lucky! Wind swept freshly dyed ice blonde locks, all black slacks and fitted blazer... 

He smiles down at Tae, who tilts his chin upward, silently asking, and Namjoon already knows...placing a kiss along his lips that started out innocent... Until he caught a taste of something lingering on Taehyung’s tongue, which rips a deep groan from the back of his throat. The second his tongue breaches the seam of his lips, his entire body freezes, feeling the almost violent manner in which the younger was shaking against his frame had Namjoon pulling back instantly...Searching your eyes for some sort of clarity as to why Tae looks like he’s about to cry. Or why he holding onto his blazer for dear life....

‘Baby??” Namjoon’s tone is tentative, scared...uneasy.and honestly, you aren't sure which one of you he’s addressing so you speak up.

“It seems as though Tae is feeling a type of way about us possibly hiring Jeon…” You're cautious of your tone, keeping it light, concerned but not accusatory because you really don’t know what’s going on honestly! Watching your husband’s brows furrow having no idea who the hell you’re referring to.. And it rips a snort from your lips and a wet chuckle form Tae’s as he gently whips his eyes...trying to catch the stray tears that have betrayed him and slipped out…

“The kid who just graduated from USC...the production major Yoongi and Yn are interviewing today...and it’s not that I feel a type of way I just..”

“Tae, your crying…” He almost sounds heartbroken even repeating the words and your stomach drops as you take in the two men you love to death. At a loss as to what has Taehyung so uneasy that he’s crying. And why it hindsight it seems now, felt the need to fuck you before your interview so you wouldn’t’ “Forget” him. How the fuck could you ever forget him!? He’s never been one to be insecure...ever!

“You don’t just cry for shits and giggles...baby....” Tae turns his head but the light catches the glaze in his eyes, and how hard his jaw twitches int he process..

“Aye” Namjoon’s tone just says “Look at me” not even leaving it up for debate and he dose...regardless of how bad he wan’t to doesn't even think about it. 

“ Just because you’re not listed under CEO dose not mean your opinions and concerns as far as who we bring into this company aren’t valid. You know this…before we had this big fancy building and all these employees it was just the 7 of us...don’t think we’d ever forget that” 

Eyes flickering around the room slightly, upon seeing the mess onto of the desk and he kinda puts two and two together… “What were you doin before I came in??” Voice low, tentative...comforting…bringing his gaze down to the cleaning supplies in hand.

“Ugh, cleaning the desk…” His voice breaks at the end, and he won’t even look at the two of you….”

“Kay, how about I finish cleaning the desk, and you go talk to Joon, and I’ll be in there in like 5 ...Okay?” Swaying over in his direction, taking the box of wipes, and spray from his hand before placing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling back to do the same to your husband…whose eyes are desperately looking to yours for some form of directions that you, unfortunately, can’t give right now!

Taehyung just nodds, snuffling a couple more times as he fiddles nervously with the collection of rings dancing along his fingers. Many of which are gifts from his 6 favorite people at this point…..

Namjoon walks over and places the bags and tray of drinks on the glass table in the center of the room..wiggling his fingers in the younger’s direction.

“Come talk to me Tae, Tae..” 

That’s all she wrote for now, I feel like there's a lot of DOM Tae FF’s which I love, however when I look past “V” and meet the two in the middle I don’t get straight dom vibes..lol sorry not sorry..but either way it’s all for fun and I hope you all enjoyed. Part 1 is attached, it's Joon X OC with Tae coming in at the end…NOTE this is not only a Tae centered AU....

MASTERLIST

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! pt.2 | read pt. 1 here! ⇢ feat. : tsukki (karasuno), bokuto (fukurodani) & kuroo (nekoma) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings:  3.3k, slightly suggestive for kuroo

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ not @ me having the phattest crush on kuroo as you can probably tell here... dear god that man is something edit: omo for some reason the paragraphs got messed up n i just checked it after hours of posting... i fixed it now so hopefully it makes more sense ahh my apologies!! ><

tsukishima kei

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  idk about you but i think tsukki secretly enjoys the holidays? like he’d think the music is overbearing, the movies are disgustingly cliche, and the amount of people gathering in places is one of his worst nightmares— those aren’t the things that he looks forward to. i think tsukki loves winter, maybe because i see him as a softie who collects sweaters, hoodies, and sweatpants that keep him comfy and cozy during cold nights and chilly mornings! WITH THAT BEING SAID, tsukki dies inside when he sees you wearing any of those following outfits of his. he might get annoyed at first that you don’t ask because he was planning on wearing them that day, but when you show up at his dorm clad in his night blue sweater with a little moon stitched on the side, there are no words coming out of his mouth. he will try to look menacing, eyes in a deadpan expression but you know he’s lying, and just stare at him with a doe-like face and put his hands in yours, swinging it back and forth as you drag him out of his room and into the snowy field. you don’t even think twice about getting matching sweaters because the boy will hate you for the rest of his life, but at least you got him to wear a reindeer headband for 2 seconds in the photobooth!! most of the time, you basically just bring him to anywhere you want to go. you guys look at the humongous christmas tree they placed in the center of the plaza, and you ask someone walking by if you can get a picture of the two of you in front of him. this way, tsukki can’t complain and will be semi-forced to pose with you hehe. you thought he’d just be standing there, arms to his side with a nonchalant expression but you actually feel him put his arm around your waist and lean his head down on top of yours. 

you can’t help the cheeky smile show on your face as you tiptoe just enough to reach his cheek, and once the guy said, “ok one more!” you steal a kiss on the side of tsukki’s small smile. “hey, what was—” “thanks, mister!! happy holidays!!” you avoid his stare, and get your phone back from the guy as you scroll through the pics he took (thank god only a few were blurry). tsukki keeps glaring at you, and you understand he’s not big into pda but uh, he started it with holding you close to him like that >:( “what?? you look so cute here, though!!” you whine to him, hoping he doesn’t ask that you delete it :( tsukki gives it a once over, a warm feeling creeping on his cheeks as he studies the picture: damn, is he whipped for you. he dismisses the overreaction on his part (for once), and takes your hand in his once more, asking where it is you wanted to go next. you’re surprised he left it like that, but you’re taking advantage of this situation and drag him to more festive stuff around the plaza <3

with your parents spending the holidays abroad and working overtime, tsukki’s mom invited you to their place instead and you’re!! more than happy and oh so grateful!! tsukki doesn’t show it but he’s actually extremely nervous,, what if you don’t like his family?? what if his brother is too annoying for you, what if this isn’t the kind of in-laws you were expecting— wait, he’s thinking too far ahead and you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows. quick! he turns away from your gaze, biting his lip at getting caught with his overthinking. “tsukki, you okay?” you ask gently, looping your arm around his as you guys near his house. “yeah…” he responds lamely, and you’re not sure if he wanted you at his house for the holidays or what… but you shake the negativity away and tell yourself that this is an opportunity to show your own personality to his family!! you’re greeted by a boisterous even taller guy at the door, and his also really tall mom waving at you from the kitchen, finishing up the grand dinner. “mom and i thought you were just pretending about your relationship, tsukki~” akiteru nudges him, and you chuckle at your boyfriend’s helpless look on his face, as if telling you this is what i dealt with during my childhood. but the holiday celebration with his family went super smooth!! his mom cooked amazing homemade dishes, and tsukki was actually smiling and laughing along the poor jokes akiteru made, it was so endearing to watch. you asked to help with the clean up as tsukki and his brother play volleyball outside in the cold. 

“i’m so glad he has you,” his mom comforts you, and you nod your head in thanks while you wipe the plates clean. “i’ve never seen him so… cheerful like this, you know?” what a heartwarming thing to say :(( and yet you thought he was just finally letting loose because he’s at home!! his mom turns in early that eve of christmas, and his brother goes out to have a nightly beer sesh with his hometown friends before christmas morning tomorrow. you and tsukki are left alone in his room as you marvel at the many dinosaur related merch, posters, and even stuffies he has in his childhood room!! “don’t say it,” he threatens you lightly, even though you’ve been well-aware of his fascination for the species. a little tired from the trip earlier and ngl you’re both full from the food, you lay down on the floor, pillows supporting your sleepy heads as tsukki shares the other side of his earphones. you listen to calming, lofi music for the night and at some point, he finds your fingers in his again. “thank you for having me, tsukki,” you whisper with a yawn, remembering the night days ago where you cried into his shoulder about missing your own family during this season. tsukki doesn’t respond as he hears your light snoring, and instead turns his body towards you as he caresses the side of your face, smiling at the beauty before him. “you’re always welcome here, dummy. you’ll always have me.”

bokuto koutarou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  oof!! so many holiday parties!! gift giving exchanges!! dancing and singing, drinking and having the time of your lives! of course, bokuto asks first and foremost if you’re okay going to all of these celebrations with him as he has gathered a lot of friends from different majors, clubs, and such. you didn’t expect to come with him to all of them, tbh, but since he seems so excited to bring you along you found yourself nodding along! OOPS, what a wild ride it was to meet friends you didn’t even know he had. first, bokuto asked you to help him find some gifts for the exchange parties and you comply— you love thinking up presents for diff kinds of people! “would akaashi want this?” he points at a set of compression socks for sports “you’d want that more, bo” “oh oh!! how about this for kuroo?!” he leads you to the beauty section, hairspray littering the aisle “i think that’s more of an insult than a gift…” he’ll pout at his failure to think of the best gifts for his friends, but you cling to him with your linked arms and tell him not to worry— you kinda figured the kind of people his best friends are, so you suggest things off the bat: film roll for akaashi the photography minor, a mug with a pun-ny chem joke for kuroo, and a new case for kenma’s switch lite!! “wah! you know them better than i do,” he exclaims, eyes shining in excitement as you bring the gifts and other extra stuff to his apartment to help him wrap them. with this, bokuto came up with an idea to wrap the presents in the most creative way possible, and you just stare at him in awe as he tries to disguise the mug as.. a gingerbread man?? you don’t even know how he did it! as you tape up the finishing touches with the others, you eye a small gift wrapped box on the island counter along with a card next to it, all glittery and a name scribbled on top that you can’t make out where you were seated. 

“hey, bo, who’s that for?” you point at the suspecting box, and almost immediately bokuto body slams you on the ground, obstructing your view of the gift. “bokuto i can’t breathe—” you wheeze, laughing at the way he scrambles to get up from the position but his feet slips against the unused wrapping paper on the floor. “sorry, sorry i just— STOP LOOKING” he pleads, caging you with his arms either side your figure. the both of you pause, realizing the predicament you’re in until bokuto unleashes a sly smirk, eyes pointed at you with a mischievous glint. you know that look, so you start wiggling out of his way until he plops down on you again (mind you, he’s MANY inches taller than you and his built...whew, but that’s part of the problem right now!!) and blows raspberries on your neck, the audacity!! “tell me,” he whispers against your ear after a while, voice suddenly low in tone and your senses perk up. “have you been naughty or nice recently?” he continues hoarsely, and it doesn’t take long until you burst out laughing at his attempt of being flirty right now. he finally releases you, feigns hurt from your reaction but he knows what a goofball he is.

anyway, you put all the gifts in the car and head to the many parties he was invited to!! and honestly, you enjoyed yourself albeit it got really tiring to show up with much enthusiasm compared to the last. but bokuto on the other hand never runs out of energy for some reason!! he’s still winning the games, singing his heart out with his friends, and trying all the foods in the potluck, even shamelessly!! feeding you too! it’s embarrassing >< but in a way your heart swells with the thought of bokuto being very openly proud of his relationship with you, and how his friends seem to like you as well! pictures were taken, holiday spirits and gifts were exchanged and finally, he’s free for the night <3 you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give him your personal gift to your boyf (it’s an edited picture of the two of you at one of his winning games!! you can’t draw for sht but you are the best at adding lil stickers and cute petnames all around the photo hehe) you had it inserted in a picture frame too so the gift was relatively medium sized and rectangular. when you crash at his place, you ready yourself to give it to him, having second thoughts with how corny it must seem like… as you psych yourself up on the couch, you feel his arms suddenly wrap themselves around you as he starts peppering your neck with lazy kisses. your chest tightens, eyes closed at the warmth of his lips on your skin but— you can’t get distracted!! “bo, i have something for you—” “i saved the best gift for last—” o, you say it at the same time and so you look at each other with blank stares, and then laugh at your awkwardness!! 

he lets you go first, your nerves slowly dissipating at the excited gleam in his irises, he’s so cute!! as he unwraps it, he hitches a breath, looks at you then the picture and you again and— let’s say your face was just full on bokuto territory only ;-) as much as you were enjoying his attention all on you, his gift wasn’t opened yet!! bokuto went from confident to shy mode again, hiding his face with only one eye peeking out to watch you…. for some reason, since it was a tiny box you blurted out, “don’t tell me it’s a ring, bo.” as a joke but bokuto suddenly freezes at your words. and you had to stop unboxing to make sure he doesn’t go all pale on you, but also??? was he really???? GOING TO???-- “DID YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU A RING?? I CAN RETURN THE EARRINGS TODAY, I THINK I STILL HAVE THE RECEIPT—” “bo, it’s okay!!! omg no T_T” you take his hands off his face to look at him lovingly, a kiss on his pouty lips as you reassure him his presence is all that you can ever want, but whatever it was he gave you, you’ll cherish just the same!! so finally, once you take the lid off the box you see an adorable pair of owl earrings!! it’s so cute and it reminds you of him and thats probably why he got that for you :’)))) “i also wrote you a letter but please read it when i’m asleep or something…” aww shy bokuto!! >< you never thought you’d see the day :’)

kuroo tetsurou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  man.. i just know this guy wouldn’t want to let leave… the bed… with him… on christmas day. imagine something like having to stay until he can for his duties at work which ended up til late christmas eve :( you were looking forward to spending time with him back at his hometown since you don’t necessarily celebrate the specific holiday, but being with tetsurou for almost a year now and knowing he does— you wanted it to be special and memorable for him! he felt really bad making you stay at his apartment until he finishes up work, really zooming through all the documents and stuff he needed to complete just so he can spend at least a few hours of christmas eve with you. when he got home, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you falling asleep on the couch, right next to the lit up christmas tree you two decorated a week ago (thats how busy he has been! you opted to fix the tree yourself, but tetsu insisted on doing it together since it’s your first holiday with him!). your favorite blanket was wrapped around you but your feet were dangling midway with no socks on and he just >:( had to carry you to bed and tuck you in— all of you!! 

he changes to a sweater and pjs before readying himself to carry you against his chest. his own body is exhausted from working non-stop, but he doesn’t let it get to him as he passes by the hallway and plops you gently on your side of the bed. you stir groggily, eyes refusing to open but you notice your surroundings are different. the room is dimly lit but the figure walking around the place isn’t amiss; with his hair sticking up and his wide shoulders, you know it’s your tired boyfriend finally home for the holidays. you smile, still sleep-induced but you try to reach over for him. “tetsu… come to bed, please,” you mumble but he hears you, and his back is against you but he smiles at your half-awake tone. “i’ll be right there,” he lets you know softly, and true to his word you feel the dip in the mattress with his warmth slowly exuding onto your own body, his hands easily finding themselves over you. you wiggle into his grasp, head against his chest and hands holding onto his waist. he feels warm, he feels like home, and you press a kiss where his neck meets his collarbones. “mm, merry christm…” you mutter, losing consciousness but he doesn’t mind. he lets you snore your way into dreamland, watching your eyelashes tickle the surface of your skin, lips partly open as you breathe in and out. suddenly, his tense muscles relax with your presence oh so close to you, and he sleeps soundly after a few minutes of admiring your face.

as the sunlight filters thru the windows, kuroo wakes up first but knowing it’s his day off (finally), he relaxes into the bed and just observes the tiny details of your face, same as the night before but with some of the brightly shining rays of the sun hitting the right spots— you’re breathtaking to him. he feels you stir in his embrace so he pretends to snore because he knows you like to get up as soon as you feel awake. “tetsu…” you mumble, popping out your head from his grasp to peer your eyes at him pretending to not hear you. “you’re a lousy liar, i know you’re up,” you tell him, rubbing your nose against him as a form of an eskimo kiss. it takes so much out of his restraint to bite his lip in pure love for you, so he gives in and kisses you on the lips. 

you are taken aback for a split second until you comply to his request, and you spend your first christmas morning with him in bed just like that <3 he still asks if you guys can spend the whole day just tangled into each other’s embrace but you lecture him playfully, knowing that he had a christmas party to attend to in the afternoon with his closest friends (bokuto, akaashi, kenma, and others) and you have a lovely dinner planned in the evening. he wiggles his eyebrows, fingertips tracing the exposed skin on your chest, “what if we skip all of that and i just have you for dinner instead?” “KUROO TETSUROU IT IS TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW—” you swear to god, it is his teasing and malicious intent that will kill you one day. but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, and yet kuroo complies with your light nagging, getting up and getting ready for the day. you’re happy that he finally has the day off, and being with his friends during the party truly lightened up his mood. afterwards, he then asks where you got a reservation during the busiest time of the year, and you just winked at him and zipped your mouth. 

since you ate a bit at the party, you knew you had some time to finish prepping the food you had prepared the night before, it all just needed to bake or be cooked on the pan. and bec of his exhaustion last night, he didn’t even open the fridge at all so there were zero suspicious at your surprise dinner. urging him to take a long, hot bath, he drags you with him. “you seriously want me to take a bath by myself?” he says in shock horror, and normally you would join him hah but you tell him that your parents are calling, just wanting to say hello. a little sad, kuroo nods in understanding and so he goes about his way while you cook the food with haste. he likes to take his time in there but you know you won’t finish beforehand, so once he’s out of the bathroom, you immediately go right in front of him to hide the view of the kitchen. you played yourself, seeing kuroo only in his bathrobe with his chest exposed, you slap him right at the center to ignore the sensation in the pit of your stomach. “what?? what’d i do???” “existing right in front of me like that!!” kuroo laughs at your embarrassment, but kisses you on the forehead nonetheless. he ignores the obvious smell of pasta and chicken in the apartment, ignores the messy apron you forgot to take off because he thinks you really wanted to surprise him. so he goes to the room to change, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. the rest of the night ends up with the both of you having a romantic dinner in the dining room, talking about everything you already know about each other—but it never feels repetitive. he always feels so renewed with you, falling in love every day. 

[puckdaniels]

I Just Think It's Funny That...

Tagging → Abril Briscoe, Noah Puckerman

Time Frame → Late Thursday Night; September 10, 2020

Location → Brooklyn, NY; The Brownstone

General Notes → Briscoe wants to have a discussion about exes.

“Puck?” Briscoe called softly from his bedroom doorway.

She caught him untying his boots on the bench beneath the window. He’d already discarded his shirt and started a pile with it that he could trip over in the morning on the way to shower. She was wearing some slinky thing that she always wore to bed, so he knew Easy must have already been down for the count if she was doing her night prep shit. A glance at the clock told him he wouldn’t be much longer himself. “Hey, what’s up?”

If Puck didn’t know better, he’d say she looked a little sheepish as she stepped into his bedroom fully and chose a corner of his bed to perch on. “I wanted to talk.”

“Oh, that always ends well for me.”

“Not like that, stupid. Sit with me.”

He stood and kicked his boots off, then sat beside her and took her offered hand. “Everything okay, babe?”

“Fine, I just wanna talk about our family.” He watched her caress his hand with a furrowed brow; her nails were still the sharp stiletto points she wore to his uncle’s wedding and they tickled as she traced them back and forth across his palm and fingers and knuckles, turning and fiddling with his hand nervously. A distraction.

“What about us? Easy’s good,” he prompted and swiftly received a nod. “You and Sara are still good up there. Abuelitas and them all good?” Another nod. “So just me and you, then.”

She nodded again, but didn’t say anything further, just looked at their hands, so he joined their fingers together and took a deep breath. “Is this more of a state of us now thing or a why we didn’t work out the last time thing?”

She looked both grateful and annoyed at his question, but ultimately gave him another nod. “Kinda both. I’ve been thinking a lot since the wedding. And our fun little friendship table.”

“Sara swears she wasn’t in charge of the seating chart.”

“I kind of believe her after seeing all the looks she was getting from your exes.”

“You peeped that?”

She gave him a look of her own and deadpanned, “I think the band got louder to make up for the cloud of dead air that table emanated on and off all night.” He chuckled with her, but soon enough she was playing with their fingers again. “I thought it was interesting that Solomon didn’t bring his wife to the function.”

“He never brings her to family functions.”

“Jami isn’t his family.”

“Yeah, well, even if that was true, his stepmother and stepsister were there anyway.”

“And you. You were there.”

“You think he’s trying to get back with me?” he huffed, annoyed at the way the conversation was steering. “I haven’t talked to him like that in years.”

Typically he liked seeing Briscoe leaning back on his bed in something silky with a smile, but today’s smile looked a bit too shark-like for him to find it as appealing. Granted, it was still appealing, but not as appealing. “I think he wanted to talk to you like that again at the party,” she continued on through the grin, “but you know only Quinn Fabray and the physical manifestation of your relationship with me - the whole baby - stopped him.”

He snorted. “Why do you always say her full name?”

“Because she’s Quinn Fabray! Like your uncle is Jamil Levi! You don’t know, you’re too close - And I peeped the looks she was giving Solomon, too! Cuz why was he there?”

“He’s part of our family,” Puck offered, but was promptly ignored.

“He comes around when you’re around. And his wife is never there. And he’s always looking at you like you owe him something. And, might I remind you, he’s your uncle.”

“He’s not my uncle.”

“Dique - Real gringo shit regardless.”

“I thought you’d be more upset about Quinn, honestly.”

“Well, we haven’t even touched on that, yet,” she said absently, ignoring his sharp intake of breath to continue talking over the resulting loud huff he let out, “Were you in love with Solomon?”

“What?!”

“I’m just trying to suss out the extent of your relationship because you’re telling me one thing and I’m seeing another.” He dropped her hand and gently shoved her over so that she toppled onto his bed fully, then stood and moved to finish taking off his clothes. “So am I lying?”

“You telling me that you think I was lying? Yeah, you’re lying!”

“That man don’t love you?”

“I don’t know, Briscoe! You wanna call him?”

“Where’s your phone?”

“Jesus Christ.” He shoved down his pants until he was only left in his boxer briefs and socks, then climbed back onto the bed to knock her over again, pinning her with his body when she tried to get back up. “I’m not in love with him, I was never in love with him. I fucked around with him when he was interested in the outside of the closet and then I was with him as a rebound thing a few years ago, but I never loved him and he’s not a part of my life anymore.”

Bravado gone and mouth a full pout, Briscoe searched his face, looking for her conclusions, but obviously finding none since she asked, “Then why does he look at you like that? And don’t act like you don’t know how.”

Puck sighed, but ultimately gave in. He hated when she went all vulnerable on him. And he’d give her just about anything she asked for when he was cradled between her legs like this. “I asked him to leave his wife for me once.”

“Oh Dios…”

“Just once.”

“Oh, well, if it was only the once… So stupid.”

“Whatever. I was in my feelings about stuff around then,” he admitted. It was after breaking up with Quinn that last time - if that counted as a break up - when he was trying to seek whatever he’d been missing with one ex in the arms of another ex. Surprisingly, it didn’t work out. “Not love, but… feelings. And he said no, we broke up, it hurt a lot and then I got over it.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“He didn’t.”

“That’s not my problem. Is it?” He dipped his head to nuzzle at her temple.

“I guess not,” she sighed, curling her arms around his shoulders. “But why didn’t you tell Quinn Fabray about me?”

He dropped his face into her shoulder and let out a long groan.