#i just want to put a collar on him and kiss his pouty lips okay?

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Submissive Steb...

thats it, thats the post

I have a lot of ideas

[chiumii]

in sickness and in health ~ sim jaeyun x reader

౨ৎ inspiried by this request ! ♡  .⋆。⊹ ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 제이크 ] ☆ in which your lovely husband decides to take care of you when you are sick, in more ways than just one

word count ; 1.8k

softdom! jake x sick! reader drabble. sleepy fingering , Jake is so so sweet gag me w a fork , established marriage , praise , begging , hickeys / markings , begging , slight daddy kink , more .

as you hear the front door open and close, you begin to stir into consciousness after being in and out of sleep for the past few hours. your nose is clogged as your throat feels raw and sore, your head feels like a hollow balloon and your entire body aches. you had found the strength to get up out of bed and change into warmer clothes - settling on one of jake’s larger hoodies simply because it had the familiar scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric, and a pair of sweat pants that were two sizes too big.

you had fallen asleep on his side of the bed, missing the familiar warmth of his body that brought you indescribable comfort every night. your eyes flutter open, instantly finding the faint figure of a silhouette lingering in the door way. your arms reach out on instinct, jake’s figure slowly coming into view as he begins to take his suits jacket off - hanging it on a hanger before putting it back up in his closet. you smile at your husband , a soft pout prominent on your lips. jake chuckles at you before he puts his hand on your forehead, checking to see how hot you were.

“are you feeling any better baby?” you shake your head no with a shrug of your shoulders, a stinging sensation forming in the back of your nose. jake inwardly smiles at you, his eyes watching your face contort into squinted eyes and lips slightly ajar - the face you normally make when you try to force a sneeze out.

after you sneeze a few times, he kisses the top of your forehead longingly before peeling away from you

“i’m sorry sweetheart, do you need anything?” your husband asks you as he begins to unbutton his collared button up shirt, the sight of his forearms exposed making you feel all sorts of things after being left alone all day confined to your bed. you sit up slightly, your eyes gawking at him as he begins to strip himself of his clothes.

“i dunno, maybe now that you’re home ..” you say quietly, but jake hears you as clear as day. he spins around, the first half of his shirt undone and his nice black dress pants unbuttoned and zipped all the way down. your face heats up at his disheveled appearance, drinking in the delicious sight. Jake can tell by the look on your face that you want one thing and one thing only; knowing you like the back of his own hand. jake chuckles at you before sitting down at the foot of the bed, his hand coming up to rub comforting circles on your calf.

“baby, you’re sick. we can’t” he pouts , tilting his head to the side as he speaks. you huff and cross your arms over your chest, turning your head in order to look away from him. you sniff your nose, finding it difficult to breathe in.

“oh honey, don’t be a brat. i’m going to go heat you up some soup and i’ll be back. after that i’ll run you a bath and we can sit together okay?” your lips remain in a pout, still not turning your head to look over at him. jake sighs at your lack of response, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on your calf through the warm blanket.

“baby, i need you to answer me” you huff again, finally deciding on turning your head to face him fully. you look down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting with one another as you remain pouty-faced. you’ve been left alone all day with your thoughts being your only source of company. every time you got on your phone; your head would start to hurt.

throughout the entire day, your mind was filled with jake and jake alone; how well he takes care of you in so many more ways than just one. how he goes to work in order to fuel your shopping addiction, how he makes you your favorite dishes and runs to the store to get you medicine when you’re sick- and especially when he’s buried between your thighs, his fingers reaching so deeply inside you, jake’s name dripping from your tongue.

you were too tired to touch yourself, and fuck the way jake’s hand lightly gripped your jaw in order to tilt your head up this morning to give you a good-bye kiss was the cherry on top.

your face flushes a deep shade of red as you look up at your husband through your eyelashes, a sigh escaping your mouth. jake tilts his eyebrows up at you, amusement flowing through his veins.

“been thinking about you all day… and you come home looking like this, it makes me feel.. i don’t know. crazy…” jake smirks at your words, his free hand coming to rest on the bed behind him as he leans backwards, his eyes racking down your figure.

“what have you been thinking about love?” you whine in frustration, not wanting to elaborate. you kick his thigh that rests next to your foot jokingly, flustered out of your mind.

“uhm… how well you take care of me, all the time. ‘nd how bad i’ve been needing you…” you speak honestly. the two of you haven’t done anything recently because of your fever and sickness, jake being caught up in the worry of hurting you . jake smiles fondly at you, his heart swelling in adoration and pride. he knows your words are the truth; everything he does- he does it for you. he’s your biggest supporter in everything you accomplish, and he would take care of you always.

"yeah? how do you need me pretty?" he asks, leaning down to crawl over your smaller frame - making you sink further into the mattress below you in silence. jake takes your lack of response with a small smirk that spreads slyly across his face, one of his hands coming to trail its way up your thigh in order to find its way under the blanket.

"where do you need me baby?" he asks once more, your breathing coming out in ragged, shallow breaths. your eyes look up into his, pleading with parted lips.

"here?" he asks, his fingers coming in contact with your clothed heat making a whimper drip off your full lips. you hum in response, your head slowly nodding up and down.

"yes please.." you say under your breath quietly. your pussy pulsates at the contact. jake smiles down at you, pressing his forehead against yours. he begins to massage slow, concentrated circles through your sweats, making your yes fall closed. after a moment of agonizing teasing, he pushes his hand under your sweats, making your stomach flip in nervousness.

"please.." another plea sounds from just under him. jake's hand makes its way down to your panties before pulling them to the side in order to snake his cool fingers through the folds of your wet pussy. your back arches off the mattress slightly in anticipation. neediness slips into your veins like a drug, making jake lowly chuckle.

"such a needy girl, aren't you?" he teases, making you pout. jake focuses his attention to your desperate clit, rubbing focused circles gently on your bundle of nerves that has you moaning out his name. your hands snake up to the square of his shoulders, grabbing onto him in order to ground your mind from slipping away from your body.

you can hear your own wetness as he plays with your swollen pussy, the disgusting sounds were like heaven to jakes ears that he could never, ever get enough of.

jake opts in sliding one of his long fingers into your walls, sliding in with ease thanks to the slick you had provided all for him, because of him. your nails scratch at his back, a tired whimper leaving the back of your throat. his fingers work their magic inside your tight, velvety walls, fingertips softly grazing the sweet spot deep inside you.

your body shakes in his hold, making jake kiss your temple. he trails his kisses down the side of your face - resting on the skin of your neck to leave faint, purple marks. you squirm underneath him as another one of his fingers enters your pussy, fingering you from the inside out.

"my girl just wants to be taken care of huh? wants me to help her in every way possible?" you nod your head, a soft 'yes' incoherently leaves your mouth.

"gonna take such good care of my little angel, make her feel so, so good" and thats exactly what he does - fingering your needy pussy so well that when you close your eyes - you're sent seeing stars on the undersides of your lids. jake has that effect on you - knowing your body better than you possibly could. every inch of you engraved into his mind like an open book he just couldn't seem to forget.

"feels so good, i love you s' much" jake's heart feels like its going to explode, his chest tightening at your words.

"i love you sweet thing" he responds, speaking into your skin while his fingers working faster at splitting you apart. your pussy squeezes his fingers delicately, your desperate cries of his name come to a sweet crescendo.

your body curls into jakes front as he detaches from your neck, letting you bury your face into his chest. everything feels overstimulating and warm, making your mind cloud over with lust.

a warm feeling begins to spread throughout your lower abdomen, your hips bucking up into jakes palm in order to chase after the sensation.

"you close angel?" you frantically nod your head, legs shaking and spreading apart further to grant your husband more access to your body.

"yes,,, yes please... wan' cum please... please let me cum" your begging makes jake feel some sort of power, fueling him into his next choice of words.

"i dunno, have you been a good girl recently?" your eyes fly open, the fear of jake denying you permission to cum makes you pout immensely.

"yes.. been such a good girl f' you" your voice is whiny and desperate, making jake mimic the pout plastered on your face. he ponders for a moment before smiling at you fondly.

"yes you have. been such a patient girl for me recently. don't worry baby, daddys gonna make it all better" his fingers reach a deeper spot inside you, making your toes curl and your back inch further off the bed and right into the palm of your husbands mind.

"cum for me baby" is all he says before your pussy clenches down on his digits that work diligently within your gummy walls, your juices squirting out to signal the snap of your release.

"good girl, let me take good care of you" he whispers into your ear, his movements coming to a slow halt. your body collapses back onto the bed, chest heaving up and down in search of much needed air. jake pulls his fingers out of you with a hiss.

"i love you baby, in sickness and in health" he smiles fondly before kissing the skin of your sweaty forehead.

"i love you more"

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

You’re not funny

Requested: No

Warnings: Written with a Fem!Reader in mind but mostly GN, the Korean word for Tigress is used (or at least what my translator app said was the Korean word for Tigress), Tall!Reader

A/N: @katdakat I bring you more Tall!Reader food

“You think you’re funny?”

“I think I’m absolutely hilarious.” You reply, a smug grin on your face as you push Horangi’s favorite cup to be way back of the top shelf, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to get it unless he either climbed atop the counter (in which you would just yank him off and set him back down onto the floor) or went to get the old step stool (which you had hidden away in a very special place that you called the trash). Leaving him only the option of begging you nicely to give it to him so he could just make his tea and relax.

Life was pretty fun when you were taller than him, especially when there was a pretty big difference in your sizes. The look of sheer annoyance on his face was so funny that you actually had to bite your lips to keep from laughing at him. Horangi never took well to being laughed at.

“Okay, enough of this. Give it back, *호랑이를.” He says firmly, a small pout starting to form on his face, trying to guilt you into giving it back.

You hummed loudly, taking the cup out of its place on the shelf, holding it high above your head when he tried to jump for it, pretending to think on his words as he continued his (frankly pitiful) attempts to retrieve his prized mug. Then you just smirked again, shaking your head.

“Nope!” You say, putting the cup on top of the fridge this time, blocking the countertop space beside it in case he tried to climb for it. “You didn’t ask me nicely for it.”

Horangi gave you a venomous glare and you were lucky that looks couldn’t kill or else you’d be six feet under, probably after much much torture. Your smirk only grew, especially when he started cursing you out in Korean, so quiet and fast that you could barely make out what he was saying.

“Okay okay!” He finally said, taking a deep breath, fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning a bone white from the strength of his grip. “Can you please give me back my mug, 호랑이를?”

“Hmmmmm…..” You pulled the cup back down, holding it high enough that his fingers would just barely be able to graze the bottom of it if he tried to jump for it again. “I don’t know, that didn’t sound very sincere.”

“호랑이를.”

“I mean, you couldn’t have at least added a pretty please to it? I mean, do you really want the cup? Doesn’t really seem like it.”

“호랑이를.”

“I suppose I could be willing to part with this oh so beautiful mug for just a teeny tiny little-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Horangi was yanking you down by the collar of your shirt, his lips crashing into yours harshly and making you gasp, followed by a soft moan as he only deepened the kiss. He didn’t even need to hold you there anymore, his hand drifting down your chest and to your sides, squeezing your ass before he pulled back completely.

You whined, pouty at the tease of it all while Horangi only smirked at you, holding up his mug in triumph. Slippery bastard. You’d get him back for this!!!!

*호랑이를 = Tigress

[rainyearning]

unavernales​:

“i don’t know what his price is going to be, so we’re both gonna play nice.” the hand serghei has on noori’s thigh tightens as he rounds a corner. they were driving out to see a witch serghei had met some decades ago. they kept in touch, partly for business and partly because serghei knew a valuable ally when he saw one. having noori tag along wasn’t… practical. nor was it strategic. however, serghei’s obsession with keeping his kitten as close as possible won out any intelligent thought. serghei’s request also had to do directly with noori, so it only seemed fair.

sure, serghei was visiting to get some of his blades enchanted. check if he’s gotten any sort of hex or supernatural tracking spell on him. however… he’s also requested sujin’s ear to make his and noori’s sex life a bit easier. hearing that sujin had gotten a new pet himself only makes serghei more confident in the witch empathizing with his… dilemma.

“you fuckin’ listening to me? i don’t want you causing trouble. especially with his fuckin’ dog. i mean it, noori.” he fixes his gaze on the cat sitting pretty in the passenger seat. it’s one of the reasons serghei doesn’t like having chauffeurs: noori looked so damn good in luxury cars. “be on your best behavior. no bullshit. or i’m taking away the damn cat tower.”

He had never heard of this Sujin person, a powerful witch sounded both rather interesting and also.. dangerous. Mostly interesting though. The cat could only roll his eyes when he was told to play nice. As if he needed to be told to play nice. “I’m always nice. Pretty delightful, if you ask me. People like me.” His gaze wandered out of the window, his lips.. a tiny bit pouty. He didn’t want to really tag a long to that meeting. He had been so comfortable at home. For him it was supposed to be a no pants kind of day, just comfortably laying on one of the leather couches, watching entertaining reality TV while having some catnip. But Serghei had other plans. And so he was nicely dressed, black tight pants, a short sleeved turle neck and a comfy, leopard printed coat. “Of course I am fucking listening. Your voice cuts through any of my thoughts.. so annoying.” He snorted softly. “If that stupid dog stays away from me, there is no need to worry. I just.. can’t promise that I keep my claws to myself when he has his nose near my butt. That’s weird.” Dogs are weird. But the little threat? it causes Noori to actually laugh, honestly. “I feel like taking away my cat tower would be a bigger punishment to you. You seem to enjoy having me on that tree a lot.” he got stuck once by accident and since then, he had been stuck in plenty situations just because it was a surprisingly sensual experience. “It’s like a damn sex swing..” 

“He has a cat.” Sujin was digging through a cabinet in his office. It wasn’t really.. an office. Sure, he had his clients meet with him in there, expensive old furniture for them to sit down, but it was mostly a place he worked in. Fixing spells, potions, trinkets. Hoarding all kinds of herbs and items he needed for enchantments. Books.. so many of them. He hardly took Kieran in here because he could imagine that the overall scent could be a bit overwhelming. But then. Serghei was bringing his pet and Sujin, he so proudly showed off his bestest boy. “Come here.. this calls for the pretty collar.” He had put some clothes out for Kieran to wear but now that he saw his boy, he felt like another collar fitted so much better. A velvet one with a golden moon attached to it. He easily fixed it around his pets neck. “Listen, babyboy, just don’t let that cat overwhelm you. Their master informed me that he might be a bit of a menace. Try to read them and you should be okay.” He gave Kieran a good look when he was done, nodding slowly. “Hand me some mugs, will you? I made some tea..” But before his pup can do his little task, Sujin takes hold of the males chin, giving him two quick kisses. “Who is my good boy?”

[snapnov4]

jjk men + acts of nonsexual intimacy !

wc: 684

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader

cw: tooth rotting fluff

authors note: i wanted to write something softer and more intimate so i settled on this! this was actually really fun to write so, as always, i hope you enjoy! <3

✯ gojo finds immense amounts of comfort in having his hands on you in any way shape or form. you being near him grounds him and makes him feel like less of a weapon and more like a person, so throughout the day you'll catch gojo tracing out designs on your skin, drawing shapes on the small of your back, and tracing lines up and down your arms. when he's feeling pouty or jealous he’ll trace his name out along your collar bone. sometimes you'll even find him tracing out the nonsense scribbles on you in his sleep. you'd think he'd want to hold your hand when you're out together but he commonly opts for just drawing shapes on your hand. he'll reach his arms across tables and seats to do it. even though you find it to be a little odd, consider it one of his many little ways of saying he loves you.

✯ at heart gojo is a softie, he tends to touch his nose to yours a lot. he likes how close he can get to you, simply pressing your noses together, he’ll close his eyes and sigh, and you can feel relaxation flow through his body, before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and continues about his day. he likes when you cuddle face to face so he can touch his nose to yours. he often greets you by pressing your noses together. if he's away on a mission the first thing he does when he gets back is press your noses together, before kissing you until you're breathless but that's another story. if you notice him having a bad day just press your nose to his and tell him it's okay, he'll brighten up immediately.

✯ geto loves when you wash his hair especially after a hard day, he’ll sit back and let you comb your fingers through his hair gently. he’s thankful that you've memorized the extensive and meticulous routine he has for his hair, down to the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner to use. and in turn if you're having a bad day he’ll wash yours too. even if your hair isn't as “high maintenance” (your words not geto’s) as his, he hopes you feel the same amount of comfort he does. it's his favorite way to wind down. your heart swells every time you see him close his eyes and sigh a breath of relief.

✯ geto also loves a handwritten note. if he leaves before you he’ll leave you a small note. his handwriting is languid and flows easily but he sucks at drawing, so you'll frequently wake up to a note on your bedside table that reads “left early today, i love you” with a messily drawn heart beside his name. you don't know if he's aware that he draws the most god awful hearts on the planet, but you can see where he's erased them trying to get it right, geto knows the effort he puts into his hearts on every note, birthday card, and gift he gives you, so geto swallows his pride and tries to get the heart right every time.

✯ nanami loves a home cooked meal. after working all day, he's usually too tired to cook anything, which resulted in him moving further and further away from his favorite home cooked meals and more towards anything he can make quickly and easily. that is until you come around, then he has someone to cook for, and to cook with. nanami loves when you two cook together, in any capacity. he’s happy when you chop the vegetables while he prepares the stove, or when you wash the dishes as he finishes using them, or when he's cooking for the both of you and you run into the kitchen to wrap your arms around him. nanami wouldn't trade a sharing home cooked meal with you for anything in the world.

✯ nanami can’t sleep without you beside him. he finds it extremely hard to doze off if he can't wrap his arms around you or simply feel your presence in bed next to him. anytime you get up throughout the night he always wakes up and waits for you to come back to bed. if you happen to leave town he’ll sleep on your side of bed. if he has to leave however, he’ll often call you before bed, in hopes that hearing your voice will soothe him to sleep. he’ll let you talk about your day and sometimes you can hear him softly snoring on the other end of the call. if nanami has a particularly jarring day, he’ll often lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, falling asleep knowing you're here and you're breathing and your heart is beating helps him more than you'll ever know.

[smallestapplin]

Oi, which of the submas twins kissed their s/o first, and how did they react? (I know this is similar to an ask you've already done, but it was so damn cute I can't help myself!) -chandelure anon

Soft sweet babes is what they are.

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🔲Ingo🔲

- you kissed first!

- When you two started dating you knew he’d be nothing but a loving gentleman. And that he was! Also sweet, attentive, and willing to give you the clothes off his back if that’s all he had.

- Dating went above and beyond your expectations, he’d always ask if it was okay to do anything, and you loved it! You thought it was so cute to see this stoic faced professional subway boss, look away bashfully with his face dusted a light pink just asking to hold your hand.

- You truly felt something special with him.

- But he refused to kiss you.

- Not verbally saying so, but every time he’d walk you back to your home, you two standing by the door saying goodnight to the other, he’d lean in just a bit, hesitating before straightening back up, face red and officially saying goodnight and leaving.

- Endearing? Yes, frustrating? Also yes!

- One night, like many other dates, you two are walking hand in hand, talking and laughing about whatever.

- By the time you get to your door step he takes both of your hands in his. He looks so nervous, his face slowly going pink.

- “I’ve had so much fun with you tonight, being with you truly makes me happy.”

- You giggle softly “I could say the same to you, you’re always a delight to be around.”

- The subway boss stares at you, his silver eyes moving, looking for something in your smile.

- “May….may I kiss you?”

- You feel his hands tense as he awaits your answer.

- “You absolutely may.” You’ve been waiting for this.

- “A-are you absolutely sure?”

- “Yes Ingo, I’ve been waiting for you to be comfortable.”

- “Truly though? I do not wish to-“

- You rolled your eyes before letting go of his hands, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

- His startled squeak is so cute.

- His hands hover over your waist, not knowing what to do or if you’d be comfortable.

- You let go of his collar and put his hands on your waist.

- Humming into the impassioned kiss before pulling away.

- You chuckle at Ingo’s dazed face.

- “Wow….” He spoke so breathless, gazing at you with such a loving look.

- “Thank you for the kiss, it was perfect, just like you.”

- You now fully laugh as he chokes on air, his face bright red, almost glowing like his eyes.

- “I-I- thank you! You’re very sweet-I mean you’re wonderful! I…goodnight!”

- “Goodnight, Ingo.”

- You lean against you door watching him speed walk away, snorting as you watch him place the tips of his fingers to his lips before he’s out of sight.

- You love that man.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- of course Emmet gives the first kiss! He’s so full of affection not to.

- The younger twin made sure it was far enough along that it didn’t feel too soon. But you two spend almost everyday together, so time blurred for both of you.

- Every time he saw you, you knew just how much he loves you. His voice may not carry his emotions, but his actions and expressions give it all away.

- You jokingly called him an excited lillipup or Arcanine every time he saw you, as he’d run towards you and practically tackle you as if he was a ‘lap’ dog.

- He got very pouty about that, mainly cause you weren’t wrong.

- You didn’t mind though! His affection is always nice. He likes touching you at least in one way or another.

- Shoulders touching, hand holding, elbows locked, hugs, arm around your waist, anything! He just wants to be near you!

- Emmet never fails in making you feel wanted.

- And he listens to you so attentively, always looks so genuinely happy just to hear you talk.

- The day he finally caved and kissed you, which it’s a miracle he hasn’t yet.

- You two were at a café you two frequent a lot. You two sat in the back to be away from everyone else.

- Sitting in your respective chairs, it didn’t surprise you when the happy twin immediately moves his chair right next to yours.

- You were telling him about a movie that was coming out soon and you wanted to see if it would be up his alley.

- “It’s a horror movie! Not like ‘jump scare’ horror, but ‘makes you think’ kind of horror.” You paused to take a bite of the cake he was offering you.

- You didn’t grab the fork or anything, you just let him feed you.

- Emmet felt his heart start racing. You’re so cute it’s unfair! You even have icing on the corner of your lips.

- “Man that’s some good cake, anyways, so the story is about this girl who does little things to have a moment of peace from her mom, and she ends up helping a wounded animal and…Em? Hey are you listening?”

- You look at the zoned out subway boss with, what he could only call, the most adorable confused face.

- You can see his leg bouncing off the corner of your eye.

- “You okay?”

- “Can I kiss you?”

- You look shocked at how rushed he said it. He looks on the verge of breaking out into a sprint.

- You feel your face flush a little “yeah-“

- He didn’t mean to cut you off, but your lips look so kissable!

- His lips mold perfectly against you in a sweet but passionate kiss. One hand moves to cup your cheek while the other holds your hand.

- You can feel him lick your lips, causing you to squeak but he pulls away, licking his own lips.

- “The cake tastes much better with your sweetness added to it! Verrrry delicious!”

- Your heart is pounding. He looks so content and so truthfully happy, his smile a soft joyful one.

- “I could kiss you all the time!”

- You giggle at all the ticklish kisses he loves all over your face, not leaving an inch of your face unkissed.

- He wants so many more kisses! He just loves you!

[loveaffaire]

Can you do a part two to Little Baby Holland where the reader gives birth.

Baby Theo

Pairing: Husband!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings/tags: profanities, fluff, childbirth, hospital setting, Tom crying again

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I know nothing about childbirth so if she has a baby in 15 minutes, it’s not my fault???

This is part two of Little Baby Holland but you can read this even if you haven’t read the first part.

🤍Written for my 1k Sleepover🤍

“Can you stay up all night-” Tom gently took out the waffles out of the waffle maker, placing it on the plate, “fuck me till the daylight”

He put some cut up strawberries on the waffle and poured you a glass of milk, “34 35-”

His swaying and singing came to a halt and he almost dropped the plate he was holding when he heard a loud shrill voice. He stood still with wide eyes but as soon as he realised that it’s you calling out his name, he sprinted across the kitchen and busted through your shared bedroom.

There you were, hands on your baby bump and Tom stood still in the doorway, his eyes wide and focused on your stomach.

“Fucking hell, Tom!” You cried out.

“I- are you- are you having the-”

“Fuck yes, I’m having the baby” you snapped, face heating up in annoyance.

“Fuck” Tom said in a high pitched voice, “okay uh okay, where’s your bag that we packed for the hospital—”

“I don’t know! Just get the car, let’s go!” You yelled, banging your hand on the bedroom door.

“Yes, yes baby- okay fuck found it” Tom said, his voice frantic, hands shaking as he led you to the car.

When you reached the car, your feet sore and heartbeat rising, your head snapped towards Tom and you put up your best threatening voice, “if you don’t speed your way to the hospital, I’ll kill you”

Tom wildly nods, his eyes wide open as he carefully shuts your car door, playing safe to not agitate you even more. You were carrying his child, after all.

You successfully reached the hospital in no time and with no speeding tickets. Your midwife quickly wheeled you to your hospital room and Tom rushed right behind you.

He stepped out of the room to call up Harry and Harrison, he was freaking out and out of breath when he heard your screaming.

“Where is that man!?”

Tom entered the room and quickly walked towards you, “baby, I was calling Harry and Harrison—”

His words were cut off by your high pitched voice, your doctor telling you to push and you were clutching the sides of the bed as you pushed, “I'm so tired” you cried out, having been pushing for a while now.

“It’s okay baby, you got this” Tom whispered, his hand brushing your hair back, “I’m right here”

“Fuck, this hurts” you yelled, eyes filled with tears but you tired your best to push through the pain, it was all for your baby after all.

“We can see the head!” Your doctor exclaimed, “just a few more pushes, come on”

Tom moved away from you and down to where the doctor was standing as he took a peak and he could very well see the baby’s head, “oh my god”

He came back up to you, “I’m gonna pass out” he breathlessly whispered, his voice cracking.

“No!” You yelled, clutching his shirt collar and pulling him close, “you did this to me, do you understand? You did this to me so you better watch me go through this, Thomas!”

The second the words left your mouth, you felt Tom’s shirt collar slipping out of your hand as you heard a thud, his unconscious body laid right beside the bed.

“What the fuck” you screamed, making a big push one last time and just then, the sound of cries filled the room.

Soft yet piercing cry, that’s how he sounded. You could see his tiny hands when your midwife picked him up and took him away to clean him. Your eyes felt heavy from exhaustion but you opened them just enough to see him return, wrapped in a soft blue blanket.

Your midwife softly placed him in your arms and your eyes welled up. His eyes were shut, small pouty lips and a nose that looked exactly like his father’s. His father.

“Tom” you whispered, eyes tearing away from the baby and looking down beside the bed.

“We got this,” your doctor said, directing some male nurses into the room to pick Tom up. You watched them take him out with a frown on your face but as your eyes landed on the baby again, a smile made its way on your face. He was finally here.

*┈୨୧┈*

“Hi” Tom whispered, entering the room with a shy smile on his face, “where’s our baby?”

“Hi” you smiled, “they took him away for some tests, you know, medical stuff”

“He’s alone? I should go—”

“Harry is with him, it’s okay” you said, “you passed out and I didn’t know where you were so Harry came to check in and then I sent him with the baby”

Tom bit his lip, a blush creeping up on his face, “I was scared that they’ll mix up our baby”

You giggled and he walked over to the bed, he gently wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours, “I’m so sorry I passed out”

“No, I understand, you were panicking” you pulled back and held his face in your hands, “I’m so sorry I yelled at you so much”

Tom let out a soft chuckle and gently pressed his lips to yours, “my child was literally in your stomach and you went through all of that alone because your husband passed out in the middle of it, trust me it's okay”

“I’m kinda glad you passed out, you were annoying me” you said, smiling up at Tom.

“Oh, come on, you were the one telling me to not pass out” Tom laughed.

Just then your midwife walked inside the room with your baby, Harry and Harrison just behind her.

“Oh my god” Tom whispered as he sat beside you on the bed and the nurse placed the baby in his arms, “he’s so tiny”

“He has your nose but he makes it look better” Harrison said, his nose scrunched up.

You chuckled, watching Tom as he softly traced his finger over the baby’s head, “hi, baby Theo” he whispered.

“Theo Parker Holland” you said, making Tom snap his head towards you.

“Yeah?” He said, a smile making its way on his face but his eyes were wet with tears.

“It doesn’t sound so bad so yeah” you nodded your head.

Tom had begged you for the name Parker, saying how he’ll be okay with it even just being the middle name and you have refused, not wanting the character Tom played to overshadow the identity of your baby. But you realised how much that character meant to him and how much the baby meant to him, he was finally a father and that was all because of the little baby in his arms so you decided that he deserved this.

“Okay, I can feel the tears coming in, we should go, give them some privacy and all, ya know” Harry said, clutching his chest, Harrison nodded and they left, leaving you, Tom and Theo alone.

“Theo Parker Holland” Tom whispered, his eyes never leaving the baby’s face, vision getting blurry because of the tears that were filling up his eyes again.

Theo’s eyes were shut, his soft breathing making his small chest move up and down and the way Tom was admiring his little movements was making you tear up.

“Thank you” Tom said, finally looking up at you, “and you,” he looked back at Theo, “for making me a father”

You smiled, gently running your fingers through his hair, “thank you both for making me a mum”

“I love you” he placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead and then one on yours.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, your heart filled with warmth when you watched your husband softly communicate with Theo— there was no other place in this whole wide world that you'd rather be.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Needy Boys

BTS reaction/scenario - He needs you

Warnings - Jimin has a Mommy k! nk, general smut

Namjoon

Horniest boy with the biggest adult film collection, but his hand is never enough to see him through 

Needs to be seen to on the regular.

He comes back from tour and WILL NOT leave you alone

But you’re busy

You’re stuck in video calls and meetings all day

And he is sat across from you

He said he just wanted to spend time with you

Promised to work on his music quietly while you get ready for your deadlines.

Every now and again his knee will brush against yours

Then his calf

Then his foot was rubbing along your thigh.

Wearing Pyjama shorts instead of your full pantsuit had been a rookie mistake.

You glare at him as your manager goes over the contents of today’s PPT

(Something that definitely did not require a whole zoom call)

He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are still trained on his laptop but he is struggling to keep the smirk off of his face.

You push his foot off of your lap and try to focus on the screen.

Apparently you are focusing too hard because you don’t see him slip under the table.

His fingers hooked under your shorts before you get a chance to react

His hot tongue delving into your folds before you can punch the mute button.

You attempt to cover the moan with a cough, hoping it wasn’t too suspicious

You swat at his head, but it only makes him chuckle, sending vibrations straight through you.

He stays down there for the remainder of the meeting

Twice your boss stops to ask if you are feeling okay

When the meeting ends you are ready to explode.

You slam the lid down as soon as she has said her goodbye and yank at Joon’s hair pulling him closer to where you needed him.

He obliges happily

After cumming all over his face you yank his head back

“That was naughty baby, I’m working.”

“You don’t need that job anyway.” He smirks kneeling up so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Jin

Jin doesn’t get needy

Or so he says

Instead he claims you’re being needy

You’ll be watching TV minding your own business and he will sidle up next to you, giving you the eye

“Does my baby need me?”

You roll your eyes every time it happens

You were actually really into your show.

He kisses along your neck, pulling down the collar of your shirt as he goes

“Come on, tell me you need me…”

You should have more of a backbone

But one look into his eyes and you want it just as badly

If not more

Yoongi

It’s been a long week of recording for D3

And you would think all that hyped up energy would put him in the mindset to start throwing you around the room

But no,

He comes home and baby boy needing to be cared for

He is pouty and whining

Practically dry humping you as you try to plate up dinner

He sits ridiculously close to you leaning on your shoulder

Eventually he abandons his dinner pulls you into his lap and start sucking on your neck until you give in and care for him

You have sex in the cuddliest positions

His favourite is when you sit in his lap facing him and riding real slow so you can kiss as you grind

Hoseok

Grabby hands

Man can't keep his limbs to himself

You could have had sex that morning

But if he is already horny again he is going to make sure you know about it

He doesn't keep it PG either

His hands are in your shirt

Hooked in your waistband

And in one particular pair of jeans his hand slipped through the hole in your back pocket

You tried to throw them out but they miraculously reappeared

He has you wear them to add subtlety if you have to be around others

It's not subtle when you jump because he pinches

Eventually he pushes you into the most private place he can find

Cupboards bathrooms offices studios

And in one very interesting case a helicopter

Jimin

Moody, distant, and bratty

He wants to know how long it will take for you to come to him

He makes himself really sad because sometimes you are a little too busy to notice

Eventually you do catch on when you find him sulking and staring at your nudes

You roll your eyes and tie up your hair knowing it's going to take some serious work

He is still pouty when you fall to your knees in front of the sofa refusing to look at you

“I'm sorry baby, have I been a bad girl?”

You run your hands slowly along his thighs and watch him shudder from the minimal touch

“My poor little man, how could I be so neglectful?”

You ghost over his crotch pulling a whine from his lips that forces him to look at you

“Or maybe you should be punished baby. You know you should use your words!”

You squeeze harshly at his crotch

“Sorry mommy, I'll be good… please just touch me”

You squeeze tighter and watch the pain and pleasure flash across his face, feeling him harden and increasing the pressure

Taehyung

When I tell you this boy is needy it is in capitals

NEEDY

You know that look he's been giving the staff lately

Give me the answers

Give me the microphone

Give me you

Does not know how to take no for an answer

Constantly pulling you on top of him

Grinds up into you while you're on his lap

Wants you to feel just as needy as he does

And he's willing to put in the work to get you there

Won't touch you properly until you're practically panting

Jungkook

Jungkook has a bit of an intimacy problem

In that he can’t seem to get enough

Being a trainee so young has given him a complex that love is conditional

He needs you to constantly reassure him

To be touching him whenever possibly

You could’ve just gone for 3 rounds of the best sex of your life and he will still ask you to sit on his softening cock for ‘just a little while longer’

Meaning that’s how you fall asleep, caged in by his arms. Ready to go again when his morning wood makes an appearance

You’ve tried to say no, set a few more boundaries, help him come to terms with his issues and understand you aren’t going anywhere

But he just pouts and makes grabby hands until you get back into bed.

But really who is going to say no to that face.

Masterlist

Tomorrow - What are you doing Step Bro?

[myherowritings]

PART 7. WHAT’S BETTER THAN EATING THE RICH? THE RICH EATING YOU OUT

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, fem!reader for this part and shouto uses “princess” an excessive amount of times, sir kink i’m sorry, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (just bc i totally forgot abt condoms ok my bad), too much foreplay?, shouto’s a soft dom i think?, very much so 18+!!! and the title is exactly what it sounds like

A/N. here we are !! the final part !! my first shouto series i didn’t put on hiatus LMAO,, the moment you’ve all been waiting for HFSJKG ;) this was very fun to write i hope it’s not too bad BHFBDSHS i’m so in love with ceo!shouto and this series was my fav to write in a while!! now without further ado pls enjoy some smut with feelings :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

You almost didn’t make it into the elevator to Shouto’s penthouse before you wanted to pounce on him, but to your complete frustration, he was showing such restraint that the only contact he let you make was holding his hand. 

For someone who was so eager to kiss you earlier, he was showing a lot of patience now, you thought with a huff. 

You tapped your foot against the tile flooring as Shouto took his sweet time unlocking his suite. Even when he entered, instead of taking you straight to the bedroom like you anticipated, he pulled out two glasses and filled them with water. 

Handing you one, he asked, “Did you want something to eat?” 

“No. ‘M not hungry right now,” you mumbled, trying not to appear too pouty. 

Apparently, it didn’t work very well since he stifled an amused chuckle. “How about some water?” 

Your eyes narrowed but you begrudgingly accepted the glass. “Hmph.” 

“Someone seems a little tired right now, hmm?” he placed his glass down and led you towards his bedroom. “Maybe we should go straight to sleep—”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. “Shouto,” you whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sounds, your lower lip jutting outwards in a frown.

“Yes, Y/N?” His tone was too innocent for the events he had in mind for the night. 

“If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll…”

“You’ll…?” Shouto teased, but the darkened gaze in his eyes told you his own restraint was wearing thin. 

You turned away with a huff. “I’ll be upset!” 

“Well, we don’t want that.” He laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hands up to his lips to give them a kiss. You were slightly placated, but that was still nowhere near the amount of contact you desired. “But I think you’d find it more comfortable if we continue this with your dress off first. Come.” 

Your stomach clenched at the simple command and you willfully followed behind him into the second door to the right. You hardly had time to admire the design of his room and size of his bed before Shouto moved from his spot next to you to one behind you. He placed one hand on where your waist met your hip and the other on the small of your back, making your spine straighten at the touch. 

“Did you need help taking your dress off?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

“Yes, please, sir,” was your airy reply. 

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on you tightened. When he spoke, his voice was hoarser than normal. “Since you asked so nicely.”

So, he liked when you called him sir? You made a mental note of that with a smirk. 

But your cocky expression didn’t last very long when Shouto skillfully unfastened the top few buttons of your dress, softly placing his lips on your now exposed skin and gently planting kisses all the way down your back. He didn’t stop until he reached the curve of your ass, unbuttoning the final button and nipping a kiss right at the base of your spine. You jolted, hugging the fabric of the dress to your chest so you wouldn’t be completely exposed. 

“Finished unbuttoning your dress for you, princess,” he said, placing one final kiss on your spine before gently twirling you around to face him. At your flustered gaze, he smiled. “Now what would you like for me to do to you?” 

You lifted your chin despite your slight embarrassment at having to voice your desires. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Hm. Have I not been kissing you this whole time?” 

“On the lips,” you emphasized, tugging at his tie as you tried to pull him closer to you. You batted your lashes at him. “Could you please kiss me on the lips, sir?” 

A small chuckle escaped him, but he was happy to oblige. “You know, you’d be good in business. You certainly know what to say to get what you want, hmm?”

You answered with a smile as he finally—fucking finally, after a whole week of waiting—pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm and tasted like strawberries and ice cream, his favorite flavor of the candies the two of you stole from the gala. 

Delicious. 

Shouto must’ve thought the same thing since, not long after the start of the kiss, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, deepening the movements, one hand softly cupping the area where your head met your neck while the other was hot against your exposed lower back. He applied the slightest bit of pressure at the right time—just enough to make you sigh in pleasure. 

Your own hands found a way to tangle themselves in Shouto’s hair, completely abandoning their job clutching your dress to your body. Now, you were so tightly pressed up against him, the only thing that could possibly keep the fabric up was his chest against your own. One sudden movement and it might just…  

He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth and you jumped, gasping at how good the light stinging sensation felt. You felt your dress slip down your body to expose the swell of your breasts, but before it could fall any further, Shouto gingerly picked you up and laid you down on his bed. 

“Oh—” you managed to say as your head landed on a pillow and your back on the plush, silk sheets that covered the mattress.

His left arm rested on the pillow beside your head as he hovered over you. “Have something to say, princess?”

“Y-You may continue,” you sniffed, lifting your chin up. Your heart skipped a beat at the teasing pet name and then another beat when Shouto leaned down to give you a kiss. But instead of landing on your mouth again, he chose to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin. 

His feathery light touches tickled you, your nerves working on overdrive and every stroke feeling like it was amplified. You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft nibble and he paused to look at you questioningly. 

“Tickles,” you replied, laughing at his confused expression. “But it feels nice.”

Shouto hummed, the vibrations buzzing against your neck. “That’s good to hear.”

Returning to your lips, he kissed you with a smile creeping on his face and you returned it. His forehead rested against yours as you toyed with the fabric on the front of his suit. You unknotted his tie as your lips clashed against each other, the motion no longer soft and gentle but instead more fervent and intense. 

Finally getting his tie to come undone, you flung it off the bed and worked to unbutton his shirt collar, not caring if it got wrinkled in the process. Shouto reciprocated the eagerness by sucking the tip of your tongue with his mouth before pulling away from you completely. 

A whimper left your lips at the sudden loss of warmth and you couldn’t help but pout, grabbing at his shirt again to pull him back.

“Be a good girl and be patient, okay?” he said, running the tip of his index finger against your jawline. 

You huffed. “I’ve been plenty patient. I want you to do something now!” 

In other times, you’d probably be embarrassed about how whiny you sounded, but at this moment all you wanted was for Shouto to finally touch you more. 

He nipped at your collarbone before looking down at you. “Hm. Are you a princess or a brat?”

“I can be both. I’m very multifaceted,” you said haughtily, sticking your tongue out to let him know you were only joking. 

“You are,” he agreed. 

It seemed Shouto decided to finally listen to your pleas since his attention swiftly returned to that of your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached the swell of your breast. Over the fabric of your dress that was barely clinging onto you, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, his teeth accidentally grazing against your nipple. 

You cried out quietly and he felt encouraged by the sound, this time taking your peak into his mouth with purpose. He formed his mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ and softly sucked your nipple, the tip of his tongue making circles around the bud. His saliva wet the fabric of your dress, leaving you to shiver at the cold against your wet breast when he pulled away from you. 

“S-Shouto,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. “More.”

“More? What exactly do you mean by that?” 

“I want you to…” You gestured towards your body. 

“To what? Take your dress off and fuck you? Or just continue playing with your breasts?” he asked, listing off suggestions in a low rasp. He kissed below your chest and down your stomach all the way to your navel. “Or maybe you want me to go lower until I reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

You nodded fervidly, not trusting your voice. “A-All of the above?”

He chuckled in amusement but was ready to dutifully continue his work.

“But…” you murmured, running your hands down his half-unbuttoned shirt. “I want to see you too.” You looked down at his crotch area then back at his face, biting your lip nervously. “And I want to make sure you’re also having a good time.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he ran his hands down your body, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m having the best time.” He kissed you chastely. “Are you?”

You looked like a mess sprawled out on his bed, dress half hanging onto your chest and the fabric of the skirt only covering one of your legs. You didn’t know for sure the state of your hair and makeup, but you were sure it was thoroughly roughed up as well. “I think it’s quite obvious I am, sir.” 

Shouto smirked, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Good.” 

Instead of answering him, you brought your fingers to the lower-half of his shirt, unfastening the final buttons and untucking it from his suit pants. His shirt hung open, exposing his lean yet muscular torso. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, absentmindedly brushing against his nipples which caused him to shiver. When you reached his collar, you threw the fabric behind his shoulders and he got the message to take his shirt off. 

“So pretty,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Your turn.” Slowly, Shouto slid down the silky fabric that was just barely covering your breasts all the way to your navel. He tapped your thigh and said, “Up,” and you immediately obliged, lifting your lower body up so he could remove the dress completely. 

Taking his sweet time—much to your frustration—he folded the dress and placed it on a dresser near his bed. When he turned his gaze back to you, you were holding your arms over your chest, feeling bare in nothing but your panties with sheer detailings. 

His stare burned holes into you. You felt like his gaze was leaving a trail of fire against your skin. Shouto’s expression looked sensual but soft as he admired you, giving you enough confidence to lay your arms down by your sides instead of over your chest. He zeroed in on your breasts as he gave them a kiss. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered and your cheeks burst into flames. Your whole body felt hot as you folded one leg over the other so he couldn’t see the arousal gathering at your thin undergarments.

Noticing the movement, he raised a brow at you and uncrossed your legs with his large but slender hand, his grip firm on your thigh to prevent you from covering yourself like that again. Shouto pressed one of your thighs into the bed with his palm, and your other thigh with the gentle weight of his knee, holding your legs open for him. 

The cool air from his room hit your wetness seeping through your underwear and you felt yourself clench around nothing. 

You shifted under his weight, desperate for some release. “Shouto, please.”

It seemed he no longer had the restraint to tease you further since he nodded, moving lower down the bed so his face was hovering above your clothed pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck— Yes,” you moaned, core heating up in anticipation. 

Shouto landed his lips on your fabric-covered cunt, licking a stripe across your slit. Your growing arousal mixed with his spit through your panties, a lewd noise sounding when he pried the fabric away from your pussy. He slid them off your legs, holding it up to examine the arousal slick on the garments. As if he had no shame, he politely folded it and placed it on top of your dress with a smile. 

“T-That’s not what a gentleman would do,” you managed as he returned to his position in bed in front of your now-bare cunt. 

“And what is it that a gentleman would do, princess?” he whispered dangerously close to your most intimate parts. “This?”

Without warning, he tenderly kissed the bud between your legs. You moaned, legs attempting to kick out in surprise and pleasure, but they remained immobile since Shouto held them down in place. 

“Or perhaps this?” Shouto ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, rubbing small and steady figure eights against the sensitive nub. 

“Yes!” you cried out, canting your hips towards his mouth in pleasure. “Oh, god— Yes to all of it. Please… Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t.” He hummed as he continued his ministrations on your pussy, the vibrations shooting right up your core and causing more wetness to seep out onto his face, but he didn’t let that bother him. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him further. 

Not removing his mouth from your clit for even a second, Shouto hooked one of your legs over his shoulder while leaving the other flat against the silky sheets of his mattress. He dragged his opened mouth down to your dripping pussy lips and entered into your slit with his tongue. The new position sent ever more waves of euphoria through you and Shouto licked and sucked at your folds. 

You lifted your hips higher and he nuzzled his head deeper, his tongue reaching places you had only ever imagined. The lewd noises of Shouto’s mouth smacking against your slick cunt filled the quiet room. As you moaned, your hands threaded themselves into the base of his hair, lightly tugging him even closer than either of you thought possible. 

With his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh down, Shouto found his way to your chest, reaching up to palm at your breast all while still sucking your pussy. He flicked your nipple and gently rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing hitched at the mix of sensations, your core tightening and heating up as Shouto continued to eat you out. “Fuck— Oh— Shouto!” you cried, unable to hold back the volume of your voice. 

As if he knew what was coming, he removed his hand from your breast and briefly paused, though his face was still resting against your thigh and pussy. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you can hold on for me?” 

You whimpered at the thought of postponing your release, but you trusted that he would make up for the wait. “Okay, sir. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Shouto continued his attack on your cunt with his lips, this time bringing his hand down to rub lazy circles around your clit. His tongue was deep in you, his nose teasingly bumping against your sensitive bud as his fingers flicked against it harsher. Rougher. He nuzzled his head from side to side to hit places far within you as you whimpered and moaned. 

The stimulation of both his fingers and his mouth on your pussy was almost too much to handle as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched uncontrollably. 

“S-Shouto, please I—” Your voice broke off as a moan of pleasure ripped through you. 

“You can come now, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations only pleasuring you even further. 

And so you did. 

You felt yourself orgasm as Shouto continued to suck at your cunt and brush against your clit, moving slower and more gently as you came down from your high. 

When he finally looked up from your pussy, the lower half of his face glistened with your fluids, sending you into another state of desire. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you want more of him. 

Shouto smiled as he wiped the fluids of your arousal and ecstacy on his chin with his index finger. Instead of taking it into his mouth, however, he held it in front of your lips. “Look at the mess you made for me, princess. See how good you taste.” 

After only a moment’s hesitation, you brought his finger that was coated in your arousal into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking him, giving him an idea of what you would do if that were his cock. You released his finger with a soft ‘pop’ and smiled innocently at him. 

“Are you going to fuck me now or should I suck you off first, sir?” you asked, tone of voice all too pleasant. 

His bulge strained against the snug fit of his pants and you wanted nothing more than to relieve some of his pressure. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to take my cock into your mouth, but right now I just want to feel you around me. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine with me!” You nodded eagerly, the thought of being filled up with Shouto now taking over your mind completely. 

He chuckled at your excitement, though he was feeling the same thing himself. Swiftly, he removed his belt and took off his suit pants. You helped by tugging his black boxer briefs down and watching gently stroking his erect shaft in awe. 

Was every part of Shouto pretty? He was just a gift that kept on giving. 

Your mouth almost watered in anticipation, biting your lip as he lowered you back against the mattress, your head falling onto the plush pillows. He positioned his member against your slit that was still dripping wet from his spit and your first orgasm. 

Shouto rubbed his tip against your already sensitive clit and your slightly parted folds, not yet entering deep enough to satisfy you. He moved his cock back and forth against your pussy as you both watched, the fluids of your arousal and his mixing for further lubrication. Your eyes were fixated on the sight, the thick head of his member disappearing into your sopping pussy lips before coming back out, slowly getting you prepared for his full length. 

It was sweet of him to be so patient, but you were on the verge of tears at the frustration you felt. “Please, Shouto! More.” 

“What should you call me again, princess?” he drawled, continuing the leisure movements of rubbing his head against your lips. The fluids smeared all over your pussy and dribbled down onto your thighs and his bedsheets. If you weren’t so aroused, you might’ve been a bit embarrassed. But there was no time for that when all you wanted at this very moment was for Shouto to fuck you silly. 

“Sir—!” you corrected yourself in a whimper. “Please, sir, I want your fat cock to fill me up.” 

He groaned at your words, pulling out of your folds until only the very tip of his dick was touching you and then thrusting forward into your wet depths as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. You felt a stretch inside you as you adjusted to his length, Shouto taking note of how you stiffened and giving you time to get more comfortable. 

He began to nibble at your breast, sucking and biting your perk nipples as your arousal built. He nipped you, causing you to gasp in surprise (a very pleasant surprise) before soothing the bite with his tongue. As you arched your back, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your nipple and you hooked your leg around his hips, pushing into his lower back with your calf to signal for more.

“Ready now?” 

You nodded fervently. 

“Words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you managed, voice shaky from your gratification being filled by Shouto. “Use my pussy to make you feel good. Please.”

“You always make me feel good, Y/N,” he said sincerely, removing his mouth from your breast to kiss you on the lips. Your tongues intertwined and you tasted yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know?” 

You smiled into the kiss. “Show me how amazing you think I am with your cock then.”

“Anything for my princess.”

With that, he pounded into you, holding you at the waist to steady your squirming. You hitched your leg higher and higher around his back, canting your hips to let him thrust into you at deeper angles until he hit the spot. 

“Oh—! Oh, god,” you mewled in satisfaction, his cock making you feel so good you were certain your eyes almost rolled back into your head. “Fuck, right there, Shouto— Yes!” 

At your vocal encouragement, Shouto pushed into you even deeper, his swollen tip rubbing into you at the perfect angle. Your head lolled to the side and your cheek pressed against the soft pillow as you salivated at the intense feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy. 

“Mn,” he made a noise, softly tapping your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away.” 

You struggled to blink away how dazed you felt, feeling so good it was almost unbearable. Somehow, you managed to turn your head back to face him, trying to hold eye contact. “‘M sorry. You feel so good,” you sighed contentedly. “Like your cock was made for me.” 

He held your leg higher and you just about screamed from pleasure. “You feel so good too,” he said, one hand stretching your leg up and the other reaching down to toy with your clit. “Never want this to end.” 

With his fingers and thumb rubbing against your clit and his member hitting your g-spot, you were certain your throat was going to grow hoarse by the end of the night from all your screaming. You swore you saw stars.

“Want to,” you panted, thrusting your hips up to match his movements, “do this...with you...every...day.” 

“Please.”

When his lips found your breast again to tug at your nipple, you couldn’t help yourself any longer. 

“S-Shouto, I— I’m going to come,” you told him, voice pleading. You really hoped he let you come. 

He hummed in agreement. “Me too. Come with me, princess.” 

You lifted his head from your breasts to meet your mouth, kissing into him as you both felt the sweet release of pleasure coursing through your bodies, all the way from the top of your head to the curl of your toes. 

His pace slowed as he carried the two of you through your highs. Shouto removed his finger from its position of making circles onto your clit to let you cool down with him. In a state of euphoria, you kissed him, both of you riding your orgasms until you felt nothing but completely happy and thoroughly satiated. 

Still not taking his lips off of yours, he moved from being on top of you to lying beside you. Your eyes fluttered shut even as you kissed, nuzzling into his hot, sticky body and ready to pass out. 

“‘M sleepy,” you mumbled onto his lips. You just wanted to stay like this. Forever if you could. 

Shouto smoothed down your brow, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, princess. Then you can sleep.”

The rational part of you knew it would be best to clean up. But your overwhelming desire was simply to never let go of him. “Wait! I still want you.” Lazily, you murmured, “Let’s do it again.”

“You’re about to fall asleep but you want to have another round?”

You nodded. “I...might fall asleep during it, but yes. Want to do it with you again and again.”

Shouto smiled, shaking his head in amusement. But you pouted. It wasn’t a joke, you meant it. You just wanted to stay by his side. 

“We can,” he said and you instantly brightened up, “another day.” You huffed. “When you can stand on your own two feet without falling over.”

Your lower lip jutted out in a frown. 

“Don’t look so down, princess.” He kissed the top of your head. “It can be tomorrow or the next day.”

Slowly, you perked up again. “Or the day after that? And the next day after that?”

With a laugh, he nodded. “Anytime you want me. I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want you, Shouto,” you told him sincerely, gazing into his eyes.

His face was colored a light pink, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were swollen and bright red. He looked beautiful. It was a sight you’d never tire of.

“I’ll always want you too, Y/N. More than anything. I...love you.”

And in that moment, there was nothing else in the world you would rather hear. No one else you’d rather be with. You were happy to have Shouto and that was better than all the money in the world.

“I love you too.”

— ✩ —

A few days have passed since the fateful night you exchanged ‘I love you’s with Shouto and now you were back at work. 

As usual, you were working the morning shift with some cranky customers, trying your best to make the start of their day go as smoothly as possible. And, as per usual, Shouto walked into the cafe a few minutes after rush hour to spend a part of his morning with you.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” you said teasingly, giving him a brief kiss over the counter, chaste enough that no one else would notice but you two. 

“Morning, princess.” He smiled. “I’ll have a medium flat white, please.” 

“Of course. And could I interest you in some of our fresh pastries?” you laughed. “Oddly enough, we have your favorite today.”

He perked up at your words. “Cheese danishes?” 

“Yup!”

“I’ll have five boxes of a dozen, please.”

Humming to yourself, you entered his order into the register and told him the price. “Your order will be to your left when it’s completed,” you recited, knowing he’s heard this plenty of times before. After he paid and got ready to walk away from the counter, you playfully called out, “So, no tip this time?”

Shouto smirked, glancing back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I can pick you up tonight and give you a tip then.”

“A...tip?” you asked, stifling a giggle behind your hands. “Was that an innuendo?”

“Innuendo—?” A look of realization crossed his face and his cheeks colored. 

You grinned to yourself. As confident and well put together Shouto could be (which you very much enjoyed and found incredibly attractive), you also got extreme pleasure in seeing him blush and grow flustered. 

“No… I didn’t intend it like that.” He paused, thinking on it. “Well, I guess I did. But I didn’t mean to make a pun of it…”

Your laughter rang out across the whole store, smile spreading bigger and bigger. “You’re cute, Shouto. Thanks for the laugh.” 

He looked sheepish but nodded. “Thanks for letting me hear your laugh. It’s radiant.”

“Smooth talker.” You stuck your tongue out. 

“Just the truth.”

“Hmm,” you sighed happily, a feeling of contentment and euphoria settling within you. “But about your tip…”

Shouto blushed. 

“I’d love to come over tonight,” you told him. “Any excuse to see my lovely boyfriend.”

“You never need an excuse to see me. Because I always want to be with you too.” 

The two of you kissed again, unable to help yourselves. Though it was brief and light, it still sent tingles down your spine. 

Shouto was sweeter than any cheese danish or chocolate croissant you could ever make, better than any tip you could ever receive, and you couldn’t wait to continue your life with him. 

a/n: omg...this is the end ╥﹏╥ thank you to every who read and commented and sent asks and just supported this series in general ! it was very fun to write and i have a toothache from all of shouto’s sweetness and fluff hfjhggg tysm for reading ily !! xx sof 

[anyoneseenadam]

we all know azriel is one kinky mf 😂 what about the reader introducing him the mortal basic sex toys and him ‘experimenting’ the whole bdsm thing on the reader because he thought only bondage was the only thing that existed

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: this is filthy, pet play, dom az, sub reader, slight breath play, overstiulation, orgasm denial (lemme know if i missed anything)

a/n: ummmmm i may have over done this but im horny and lonely so leave me alone lol, lemme know what u think <33

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Azriel knew you were into a lot of stuff. Fuck he was too. But your world was completely different to his so when you approached him with a box and the cute smile you always wore when you wanted something, he knew you were taking it a step up.

It wasn’t as if your sex life was vanilla. Azriel revelled in looking after your every need and you fell so easily into a submissive nature that it worked perfectly. But the two of you had rarely ventured past light bondage and the spoken aspect that came with your power dynamic.

He sat facing you now, watching as you bounced cutely in excitement with the box secure in your lap. He had never seen the box before, but you had recently returned from a trip home to the world you were born in, so he presumed that was why.

“Are you going to open that bunny?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips when you scrunched up your face.

“I need to explain it first,” you said, and he tilted his head, wondering what it could possibly be. “It’s just- while I love our sex and all, like top-notch, ten out of ten I have no complaints.”

Azriel laughed as you spoke, “Out with-it bunny,”

“Well actually, it’s about that.” He raised his eyebrows in question, and you moved to explain, “Bunny.”

“What? Do you not like the name?” he asked, growing more confused by the second.

“No I love it!” you were failing at articulating your thoughts, so you slumped your shoulders before pushing the box to him.

“Can I open this?” he asked, wanting to be sure he wasn’t crossing your boundaries smiling when you nodded. Inside revealed dozens of foreign objects, small rubber tools, handcuffs, rope, but what caught his attention was the fluffy rabbit tale attached to what appeared to be a plug and the matching ears. He looked up at you with a smile as he picked it up.

“Bunny huh?” he asked, and you felt your face heating up, nodding shyly.

“Yeah I was wanting to try it out,” your voice was quiet, and he reached for you, pulling you tightly into his lap.

“What does everything else do?” he asked, and you smiled, picking up a small tool and pressing it against his palm, flipping a switch on the other side as he felt vibrations run through his palm. You then talked him through other things, your voice getting smaller and shyer with certain objects in the box, namely the leash.

“I also got this,” you said at the end, reaching to grab a bad he recognised, the fancy lingerie store that was located near the old house. He reached in, eyes widening when he pulled out an intimate lace two piece with matching stockings and a garter belt. And upon further inspection he found the thin panties were crotchless, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Tonight, you are going to get dressed up nice and pretty for me, tail and ears included, and then we’ll really see how some of this works. Okay bunny?” you gulped as his voice lowered in pitch.

“Yes daddy.”

--

You were sat on your knees. The floor was cold and hard, pressing against you roughly but you didn’t dare move. You had nothing on but the white lingerie you had purchased and, the headband holding fluffy rabbit ears. You shifted slightly, the plug that was wedged deep inside of you, shifting as you whimpered. You didn’t know how you hadn’t dripped on the floor yet, your pussy soaking and pulsating with need.

Azriel was standing in front of you, his eyes impassive as they raked over your features. He bent down slightly, tilting your head via the collar he had secured around your neck and kissing you deeply.

“Such a cute little bunny,” he whispered against your mouth as he pulled away, smiling when you chased his lips. “So desperate for me, aren’t you bunny?”

You nodded desperately and he slapped your cheek lightly, “Words.”

“Yes daddy,” you whispered, voice shy as he smiled down at you. He was so tall you felt even smaller than usual as he towered over you, standing back to his full height. His wings and shadows made it all the more intimidating, crowding you in until all you could see was him.

He had already discarded his shirt and you watched in awe as he undid his trousers, pulling his impressive length out and running the leaking tip over your bottom lip. He smiled as your tongue darted out, licking away the precum that was left on your lips as he gripped your hair.

“Keep those hands behind your back,” he ordered, and you moved them, pushing your breasts forward as a result. “Open wide, bunny.”

He pushed into your mouth gently to start. He was big and he knew it, and he didn’t want to hurt his bunny to early. Although his composure was slipping as you sat at his feet, all pouty lips and doe eyes. Looking like the epitome of innocence.

He pushed in further, tip hitting the back of your throat as you willed yourself to relax around him, sucking lightly as he started to thrust slowly into your mouth. He started to lose himself in the thrusts, and moved faster, going deeper into your mouth as you gagged around him, tears falling and smudging your makeup.

He looked down and looked at you, his cock in the back of your throat with tears streaming down your face as you gazed up at him with eyes full of adoration. He felt himself get impossibly harder and thrust particularly hard into your mouth, your hands moving to balance yourself on his thighs automatically.

He growled and your eyes widened as he roughly pulled himself from your mouth, “What did I say bunny?”

You stayed quiet, eyes wide as he grabbed your collar again, tugging harshly as he pulled your face up to his.

“Bunny…” his voice was low, and you spoke quickly, afraid of your punishment.

“To keep my hands behind my back daddy,” he gripped your chin in one hand,

“And what did you do?”

“I moved them, I’m sorry daddy,” you whined as he pulled away, not daring to move when he walked away, rustling in something behind you. You flinched when you felt his hand on your wrists, securing them behind your back with the baby pink handcuffs you had bought.

He moved to stand in front of you again, moving his cock back to your lips and pushing into your mouth, even deeper this time. He smiled ferally when you gagged, “Awe can the little bunny not take it? Is it too much bunny?” he mocked, and you moaned around him as he started thrusting again.

His thrusts got sloppy quickly, too turned on by the sight of you underneath him. “You’re so pretty bunny,” he moaned, stroking one of your cheeks as his other hand held the back of your head. He sped up again when you moaned before pulling you flush against his base, one hand moving to rest around your throat where he could feel himself as he spilled inside of you.

You moaned as he came, some of it spilling into your mouth and coating your tongue with the salty taste as he pulled back, tucking himself back into his trousers as you caught your breath.

“Good bunny, you did so well,” he praised, and you smiled up at him as he brought you to stand, your knees aching. He went to sit on the bed, pulling you to sit onto his lap as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hands moving slowly as they stroked your back.

“Fuck bunny you’re so wet, can feel you through my trousers.” He swore and you whimpered as he shifted you, so you were straddling on thigh, leaning back on his hands as you tried to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.

“Go on baby, fuck yourself on my thigh,” he commanded, and you felt your face heat up. “Well get on with it, you don’t need me to do everything for you, do you? Such a dumb bunny.” He smacked your thigh lightly and you started grinding down, letting out a whiny moan as he degraded you, your pussy dripping onto his thigh as you ran your cunt over him.

The friction his trousers creates on your clit was fogging up your mind and you struggled to stay upright as you moved, balance thrown off with nothing to hold onto. You started moving quicker, desperate for release. Azriel was watching you intently, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you struggle to move on his thigh.

You found a rhythm and started grinding down harder onto him, moaning with your head back. As you neared your release, Azriel gripped your hips and helped pulling you down harder against him, your wetness making it easier to guid you along his leg. You were almost there when suddenly he lifted you completely off his leg, causing you to shriek as you fell forward in his grasp.

“Not yet bunny,” he cooed as you looked up at him with wide eyes,

“But, but daddy I was almost there,” you whined, and he glared at you.

“Are you talking back?” he demanded, and you shook your head fervently, “Good bunny. Daddy always knows what’s best doesn’t he?”

You nodded quickly and he smiled, dropping you onto the bed and turning you onto your back, pulling your hips up and pushing your head down.

“Oh you’re such a cute bunny,” he muttered, twisting the plug secured in your ass, laughing when you moaned loudly, not used to the sensation. He tapped the end of it a few times as he got his hard cock back out, dragging the head through your folds.

You shivered at the sensation, still shaking from the orgasm that was ripped away from you. He pushed the head of his cock into your entrance slightly, one hand still stroking the white tail between your ass cheeks.

“Daddy please!” you whined, trying to push back as he moved his hand to grip the cuffs you were in.

“Such a desperate bunny,” he mocked as he watched you struggle to push him into your entrance, hips moving on their own accord. He decided to put you out of your misery, gripping your cuffs tightly as he pushed in, pulling you back to him.

You moaned loudly, never prepared for the intrusion of his monster cock. It always felt like he would never bottom out but soon enough he was pressed into the base, leaning over you to press dizzying kisses into you neck as he allowed you a few seconds to adjust to him. He reached a hand underneath you, pressing into your stomach where he could feel a slight bulge, groaning into your ear.

“Fuck bunny, you’re so small I can feel myself all the way in your cute tummy,” he cooed as you whined, tears falling already, even though he was yet to move. He pulled his hips back completely, leaving you feeling empty for half a second before he roughly shoved himself back in, groaning at the sound your achingly wet pussy created.

He sat back up, holding your hips as he began thrusting roughly in and out of you. You simply laid there, allowing him to use your body as he liked as you moaned into your sheets. He was so deep inside you, you could feel him hitting your cervix, the pleasure far outweighing any pain.

He was groaning above you, eyes focused on where your bodies met, and the cute tail protruding above it. Unable to stop himself he reached for it, tugging it gently as your whole body shook, moaning loudly.

“Are you going to cum bunny? Huh? You’ve been so needy all evening, just needed my cock so badly.” You couldn’t even reply, too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. He slapped you ass, enamoured as it rippled under his palm.

“C’mon slut, speak up.” He spanked you again and you screamed out, seconds from your orgasm.

“I need to cum so badly daddy, please! Please let me cum,” you begged as he laughed behind you, delivering another particularly hard thrust before pulling from you completely, grinning when you swore. Your body was shining with sweat in the low light and Azriel kissed your shoulder lightly, tasting the salty skin.

“Hmm sorry bunny, not quite yet.” He muttered as you cried, pushing your hips further up, presenting yourself to him.

“Please daddy please, I need to cum,” you begged but he just laughed.

“Oh you will my sweet bunny,” he whispered, standing, and moving to the box and you watched with fearful eyes as he picked up the vibrator. “But I want to see how this works first.”

He moved back behind you, pushing into you slowly as you groaned in tandem. He started thrusting slowly making you shake, moaning when you heard the electrical buzz of your bullet vibrator. He pressed the small tool against your clit, hips speeding up as he flicked the switch higher, feeling the vibrations on his cock from where the vibrator was pressed against your clit.

“Oh fuck bunny, that’s powerful,” he groaned as you moaned, desperate for release. “You can cum bunny, don’t worry. Cum as much as you like.”

Too distracted by your orgasm you missed the change in tone as he kept thrusting into you through your orgasm, not pulling the vibrator away or finishing himself. Your legs shook violently as you rode through your orgasm only to feel another building just as quickly.

It only took a few more thrusts and you were coming again, screaming into the covers on your bed as Azriel groaned behind you at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock. But his thrusts didn’t slow, only growing sloppier as he threw you straight into your third orgasm, suddenly realising that you had maybe bargained for too much as he moved your body roughly.

Your legs were numb, and you were shaking all over, sobbing from the pleasure as Azriel started slowing, groaning behind you.

“Give me one more bunny, and I’ll fill you up, I promise. Last one bunny, c’mon I know you’ve got it in you.” He pleaded as you moaned, knowing you would anything to please him. You felt your fourth orgasm build and moaned lowly, voice hoarse as you came again, barely able to make a sound.

You vaguely heard Azriel moan behind you, filling you as you shook from the force of your orgasm, your body slumping as you lost consciousness.

When you came to less than a minute later, Azriel was hovering over you, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“I’m sorry bunny, I was too harsh, are you okay?” you reached up and smoothed between his eyebrows with a soft smile growing on your face.

“I love you so much,” you muttered, and his shoulders relaxed, moving so he was laying on your back, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you more bunny, you’re perfect,” he kissed your head gently as you giggled.

“You’re going to have to carry me everywhere for a week or two though.” You joked as Azriel sat up and went about removing the plug and lingerie, wiping your sweaty skin down with a cool cloth.

“That was my plan sweetness,” he replied, eyes bright. “I also think you need to take me with you next time you go back, and we need to have a look in that shop.”

[connordavidscamera]

A Jealous Household | Connor Brashier

A/n: listen, I know it says y/n, but we all know it’s written about me, right? Okay, just wanna put that out there lol

Summary: Shawn and Brian want to have a party, but this party causes a few problems for Connor and y/n

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (for US standards, at least), pining

Word count: 7.5k, she’s a long one

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“You want to have a party? When?” Y/n asks, closing her book and setting it in her lap.

“This weekend,” Shawn nods. “And it won’t be a big thing, I promise. Maybe fifteen, twenty people.”

“Thirty or forty, max,” Brian interjects.

I can’t help but laugh at that, neither can she as she says. “You know we can’t even fit thirty or forty people in the condo, right?”

“I know that, but that’s why we’ll have some of them in the backyard too.”

“So what’s the party even for?” She asks, leaning into my side. On instinct, I wrap my arm around her shoulders. 

They both shrug, “A house warming party? Does that still count if we’ve lived here for almost two months?” Shawn questions. 

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t have one. We just have to be considerate of our neighbors. And nobody’s allowed in my room. If there’s alcohol, I’m not chancing anyone going into my room for a sloppy fuck.”

Shawn laughs, “So your sloppy fuck is gonna be in Connor’s room then?”

I roll my eyes at the comment. Shawn and Brian love to tease me about my crush on y/n. They have since the beginning. Shawn’s taunts are light hearted, but they’re plentiful now that we all live together. Brian’s at times feel almost malicious. But Brian also isn’t aware that I still have a crush on her, he thinks the feeling has passed. It definitely hasn’t. If anything, being in such tight quarters with her at all times has made me like her even more. Watching her move so effortlessly around our home - seeing her do her nightly routine, watching her polish her nails every Sunday like clockwork. I have undeniably fallen even deeper in love with her in just these few short weeks we’ve lived together and it’s killing me.

It’s killing me because we still haven’t talked about what she said to me a couple weeks ago when we were falling asleep together. I don’t even know if she remembers saying what she did. And I could have misinterpreted her words, I mean, she was falling asleep, her words were slurring. I could have misunderstood. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself every time the memory pops into my head. Which is about six times a day for the past three weeks.

Y/n gasps and tosses her book at him, "Asshole!"

He laughs, picking the book up off the floor from where it ricocheted off his chest. "I'm kidding. Kidding. But it's cool?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, whatever. Go nuts."

"Yes!" Shawn pumps his fist in the air before high fiving Brian. 

"We gotta get alcohol."

"Ah, wait. Before you two go broke buying drinks for the party, remember that we have bills to pay. So save us all a headache and make it BYOB."

Brian snaps and points at her with a click of his tongue. "This is why we keep you around."

She laughs, "Oh is that why?"

"Indeed," he nods.

"Okay, well can I have my book back, please?"

"Yeah, here," Shawn leans over the coffee table to hand it to her before disappearing to his room, Brian heading to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not looking up from my phone. I can sense that the wheels are turning in her head and she sighs dramatically.

"I don't remember which page I was on."

I force myself not to laugh. "243."

“Hmm?” She flips to that page and looks up at my side profile. “How’d you know that?”

I shrug, “I always memorize the page you’re on before you close the book, just in case.”

She smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re cute,” she whispers before turning her attention back to the page in front of her and resting her head in the crook of my neck.

I squeeze her shoulder hoping she doesn’t look up and notice the growing blush on my cheeks, “You’re cuter.”

---

“Do you have any idea who’s coming to this?” Y/n asks as we move a cooler out to the backyard.

I shake my head, “Not really. I think Matt and his girlfriend, honestly, I have no idea. It’s Shawn, so there’s bound to be more people than we’re anticipating.”

“Lots of girls then.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, setting the cooler down, providing her with my undivided attention (which she has always had). 

“He’s making a name for himself out here. Playing a few more gigs than at home. I noticed at the last one, he’s got a few groupies.”

I chuckle, “Oh really?”

She nods, “There were like five girls there just holding onto his every word. It was actually pretty cool to watch. But he got nervous. Started fidgeting with his necklace, so I had to get him out of there, which of course resulted in death glares from his adoring fans.”

“What? What do you mean? Death glares towards you?”

Y/n laughs, fixing the collar of her shirt that’s falling off her shoulder. “Yeah. I think they thought there was more there than there is,” she shrugs, “And if looks could kill, I would be dead five times over.”

I shake my head, I don’t like that thought, and I say as much. “I don’t like that thought.”

“What? Shawn having groupies?”

“No, girls staring daggers at you because you’re friends with him.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

I know it’s not, but the thought of someone not liking her is appalling to me. “I still don’t like it.”

“Is it because if something happened to me you’d be left to live alone with Shawn and Brian? Because that would make me sad too.”

I force a laugh, “That, and I’d be bored without you.”

She nods understandingly, “I get it. I am the light of your life,” she teases.

You are, I think to myself. “Yeah, yeah,” I say instead, stepping forward, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s get inside, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Shawn and Brian are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, trying to get the wifi hooked up to it. We barely got wifi installed at the beginning of the week, but we’ve all been so busy, we haven’t had the chance to get everything hooked up to it. 

“It’s not working!” Brian complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well try again! That’s what the router says.” Shawn counters back.

“Let me see that,” Brian snatches the router out of his hands. “Dumbass! You’re reading me the product number! Not the fucking password!”

Y/n and I hide our faces to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, but we both break when Shawn pouts when Brian puts the router back in his hands after successfully connecting the TV.

“Oh, what’s with the pouty face, rockstar?” y/n asks.

“Brian’s a dick,” he mutters, which causes Brian to punch his shoulder.

“Ow!” Shawn exclaims, reaching to hold his arm. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. Want me to do it again?”

“Craigen,” y/n shakes her head and before I can protest, she’s out of my grasp and I suddenly feel lonely without her body next to mine. “No more fighting.”

“Just one time in the face,” he tries to reason. “Just once. Come on, it’s a long time coming. I’ve wanted to punch him in the face since we were kids.”

“No,” she squats down behind Shawn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head against his. I watch Shawn fall into her touch and I’m envious of him. Even though she holds onto me in the exact same way, almost daily, she isn’t right now and it makes me long for it. Especially when I watch her start to massage his scalp and he hums because her head scratches feel like you’re in heaven. “You can’t punch him in the face. That’s the money maker,” she squishes his cheeks with her free hand and speaks in a mock baby voice, “And if he’s got a black eye how will he charm girls with his pretty face tonight?”

Shawn laughs and pushes her hand away, but he reaches back and pats her calf. “Sit down,” he says and she obliges, her legs spreading and bracketing Shawn’s. He falls back into her and takes her hand that was just squeezing him and brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before bringing it to his hair as well. “More head scratches.”

She rolls her eyes, but continues anyway. “So fucking needy.”

He hums, “Could fall asleep like this.”

She hums too and looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart, “Connor does all the time.”

I nod, “I do. Feels good. Your hands are magic.”

“How magic? Like you could get me off in three seconds?”

“Brian!” I growl. Yep, we can always count on him to ruin the mood.

But y/n’s laughing, “I’m sure I could, I mean, if you ask your first girlfriend, you only last five so I don’t think it’ll be difficult,” she answers.

Shawn’s hysterical in y/n’s arms, as am I as I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach. But Brian? Brian is livid.

“I can’t believe she told you that! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

This only makes Shawn and I laugh harder. “Wait, did that actually happen?” I ask between fits. “Craigen, come on,” I groan when he’s silent. “Five seconds?”

“It was our first time!”

“And last, apparently,” y/n comments.

“Shut up!” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t stand you.”

She nods, “I know.”

“No, but seriously, when did she tell you that?”

Y/n breaks out into a wide grin. “She didn’t. But you just did. Thanks for that.”

He’s speechless. Absolutely speechless. And his face is so red; I don’t know if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but either way, Shawn pipes up. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my first time I only lasted like twenty seconds.”

“I lasted fifteen,” I confirm, but I immediately regret it when y/n’s face morphs into one of confusion. 

Oh, oh fuck. I never told her that I-

“Wait, you’ve had sex?”

“You didn’t know?” Shawn questions, looking back at her.

She shakes her head, “I guess not.”

I sigh and scratch the back of my head, “Yeah. It was… during that time where we weren’t really talking,” I mumble.

She nods slowly, scoffing, and I can’t quite pin her emotion, but it’s definitely a cross between anger and… is that jealousy? “Ah, good ol’ McKenzie,” she mutters under her breath. She exhales deeply out her nose and focuses her attention back to playing with Shawn’s hair. 

“I would have told-”

“We weren’t talking. I know,” she cuts me off. “And it’s none of my business. It wasn’t then, and it’s not now either.”

“Oh, right. Okay,” I nod once. “New subject.”

---

We’re tiptoeing around each other the rest of the day. Or more so, I’m tiptoeing around her. She somehow is coming off as completely unbothered, but at the same time completely bothered. I don’t know what to make of this situation. I don’t know if I should apologize for not telling her, or if she even wants me to apologize. I don’t know and it’s killing me not knowing what I can do to make this better for us tonight.

I’m helping Brian pour more ice into the cooler we have in the kitchen when she walks out of her room. “Where’s Shawn?” she asks.

I look up at her and my heart stops for a moment. She’s wearing red, my heart never knows what to do when she wears that color. Does it stop? Does it speed up? Yes. 

“He went to his car to get the beer we got this afternoon,” Brian answers, closing the lid. 

SHe nods, “I’ll go help him.”

I watch as she leaves, not taking a full breath until the door shuts behind her. 

“She still mad at you?” 

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is mad at me.”

“Well, it’s y/n. You kept something from her for almost three years. I’m willing to bet she’s a little upset.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I know. But I mean, how was I supposed to tell her. She would barely even look at me during that time, so -”

“Yeah, because McKenzie was a bitch to her. How was she supposed to look at you when she was practically threatened or called out or god know what when you weren’t listening. I’d hate to know what she actually said when none of us were there to listen.”

I exhale deeply. I know my ex was the worst to her - she’s the entire reason y/n and I weren’t talking. She told me not to hang out with her as much, so I didn’t (also because I was trying to prove to Brian that I didn’t have feelings for y/n anymore. That was a mistake.) “So, I should apologize.”

Brian shrugs, “We all know you’re gonna apologize. You can’t stand it when she’s mad at you. Honestly, we can’t either. We have no idea what to do when you two aren’t talking. And since we all live together now, it’ll be even more awkward for you two to not talk.”

I nod, “Yeah. I know. I’ll apologize later. You should go get ready. I can finish up out here.”

Brian claps my shoulder, “Thanks, man. I’ll be quick.” He disappears at the same time Shawn and y/n walk in the front door with the drinks. I make my way over to them.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I tell her, reaching to take the cases from her hands.

“Oh, it’s okay. I got it. You want these inside or out, rockstar?”

“In the fridge, in the back. Gotta keep the good stuff for us.” Shawn hands me a pottle of vodka, “Put this in the freezer? I got it for y/n, I’m gonna make her a new drink.”

“You’re gonna risk giving her alcohol poisoning?” I question, raising one eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve gotten better at making drinks, dickhead.”

I laugh and hold my hands up in surrender, “Alright, sure.”

“I’m gonna put these in my room for now, and then I’m gonna get ready.”

“Brian’s in the shower, you can use my bathroom,” I say as y/n moves past us to the kitchen. 

“Good looking out, thanks.”

And now it’s just me and her. It’s like any normal day. So why is my heart beating so quickly?

I watch her move some things around in the fridge to make room for the drinks, and I can’t help but smile. “You look pretty tonight,” I tell her, leaning against the counter.

She looks over at me and smiles softly, “Thanks.”

I clear my throat, “Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” she turns her attention back to her task at hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asks, closing the fridge.

“For not telling you that I slept with her.”

“Oh,” she nods. “It’s fine. It really is not any of my business who you have and haven’t slept with.”

“Well maybe not, but you are my best friend, and we tell each other everything. I know if we were on better terms when you were dating Noah, you would have told me that you-”

“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t sleep together.”

“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes. 

“Noah and I didn’t sleep together.”

“But I thought-”

“You assumed. But no, it didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I barely let him kiss me, so how the hell was I gonna sleep with him?”

I nod because I don’t know what else to do or even say. She’s right, I just assumed that they had sex because he always had his hands all over her. I almost scoff at the thought. I hated watching him hold her in the hallway, his hands in her back pockets as he pulled her closer to him. Seeing them together everyday made my heart clench every time because it should have been me. I wonder if that’s how she felt when I had a girlfriend. 

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay? So, let’s just drop it. It’s not like I’m mad you had sex, I was just surprised to find out this way, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get it. And I would have told you sooner, but there really was never a time, you know? And it was just with her a couple times, nothing since.”

“Connor, you really don’t need to explain it to me. Actually, if we could just stop talking about her all together, that’d be great.”

“No, yeah. Of course. It’s dropped.”

She nods, “Okay, good. So, you should go get dressed.”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing this,”  I gesture to my torn t-shirt and my sweatpants with paint stains up and down the legs from when we painted the living room a few weeks ago. I’m totally joking, but I want to see her reaction anyway.

She looks me up and down and scoffs, “Yeah, no. Go change. You’re not wearing that.”

I pout dramatically, “Why not?”

“One, those pants are a mess. Two, you know you run hot when you drink, so why would you wear sweatpants? And three, that shirt is literally falling apart. You are not wearing that, go change.”

I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips because just like that we’re back to normal. “Okay, I’m going. Do you have something you’d like for me to wear?”

“Yes, your black pants with the white tank top and your peachy cream shirt. The one you wore for our graduation party.”

I nod, “Yes, ma’am. You wanna do my hair?”

“Come find me when you’re done, and I’ll see what I can do.”

---

I’m talking to my friend Will out in the backyard as the party becomes bigger than anticipated. Yeah, definitely called that situation. 

“Bro, I wish I would have saved up more so I could have gotten a place like you guys did. I emailed my roommate last week to see what he wanted to get for the dorm and he straight up said, ‘I don’t plan to be roommates long, so nothing.’”

I can’t help but laugh, “Hey, we’d take you in over Brian, but he’d throw a bitch fit.”

He laughs too, twisting the cap off his beer. “So what’s it like living with y/n? Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. She knows how to run a household. She made a chore chart that goes on the fridge. Shawn had to beg her to take it down for the party because he was embarrassed.”

“Sounds like y/n. But that’s not what I meant.”

I take a swig of my beer and shrug, “There’s nothing else to say really. She’s nice to live with.”

“No progression between you two.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Because you’re not in love with her, right.”

“Will, come on. Not tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re not in a teasing mood tonight.”

Or ever. Will is a great friend of mine, and I would take a bullet for him, but he asks me for y/n updates every time we’re together, and I never have any for him. When I told him we were moving in together, he was stoked, but less so when I told him we were moving with Shawn and Brian too. 

He - like Shawn - is an avid supporter of us getting together. Will found out about my so-called crush one night in high school, actually a couple weeks after my breakup with McKenzie. Y/n and I still weren’t talking. I was trying to mend things and  she was trying to push me further away. I don’t remember much of the night he found out because I got shit faced drunk, but I somehow admitted to him that I had feelings for her and he’s convinced himself that he knows the biggest secret in the world. He treats it like he holds the key to the universe. If anyone wants us together more than I do, it’s him.

“Just don’t want to risk her hearing anything,” I tell him. “I already made things awkward earlier.”

“What? How?”

I shake my head, “Let it slip that Kenz and I slept together.”

He blanches. “She didn’t know?!”

I shake my head, “No. I never found the right time to tell her. But she keeps saying it isn’t her business, so I don’t know if that means she’s hurt by it or if I’m imagining it because right now it seems like she doesn’t really care. But - I don’t know, I want her to, I guess.” 

He smirks, “She cares.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, looking inside, lifting my bottle up to my lips, but halting when I see her standing near the sliding glass door with - “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Will asks, turning toward the door. “What hap - is that? Wait, is that Noah? What is he doing here?”

My jaw clenches, just like the grip around the bottle in my hand. “Better question, why the hell is he so close to her?”

Will sucks in a breath, “Are they still friends?”

I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I’m 99% sure they aren’t, but that 1% that says yes is simply because I’m watching them right now and she’s hugging him and letting him kiss her cheek before he pulls away. “I didn’t think they were. She hasn’t brought him up since the breakup.”

I don’t take my eyes off them as I start chugging the rest of my beer. It was still pretty full, but at this moment, I need to finish it because I need something stronger. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the trashcan near the cooler. I walk inside, but neither of them notice me. I shake my head and walk to Shawn’s room where he hid most of the hard stuff. I find the bottle of tequila that he stashed because he knew if he put it out, it’d go fast. I twist the top off and take, maybe a little more than a shot. I cough into my elbow when I pull the bottle back because wow he got the strong stuff.

Shaking my head, I close the bottle back up and sneak out of Shawn’s room. When I enter the living room, they’re still standing there talking. Or, he’s talking, she’s nodding at something he’s saying. I click my tongue and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. SHould I be mixing my alcohol? No, I should not. Is that going to stop me? No, it is not. 

My girl’s ex-boyfriend is over there talking to her and touching her like they’re best buds and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him. 

I still remember the day she told us that she was going on a date with him. 

All four of us are sitting in our usual booth at the diner, everything seems to be going like it always has. Just us four, laughing and making our weekend plans. The difference though is that y/n and I aren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder right now. She’s pushed against the window, and I’m toward about as far left as I can get without it being noticeable, or falling. 

“So, we’re aiming for Saturday afternoon, right? Y/n, you’ll ride with me?” Shawn asks.

“Oh,” she sits up straight, “um, could we maybe do it on Sunday instead? I kind of already have plans on Saturday.”

“What?” Brian furrows his brows, “Without us?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she takes in a sharp breath beside me. “I um… I kinda, I have a date.”

At that exact moment, our heads whip in her direction - I’m pretty sure if I turned any faster I would have given myself whiplash.

“A date?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“With who?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “You know that guy Noah? I have him in like all of my AP classes? He asked me out after class this morning.”

I don’t think I can clench my jaw any harder. Noah. I hate him. I’ve never personally met him, but I hate him. “Cool,” I mutter, turning my head back to the table to reach for my drink. 

“Well?” Shawn prompts. “What are you gonna do? Where is he taking you?”

She clasps her hands in her lap and shrugs again. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Brian teases.

“You hate surprises,” I mumble into my cup.

Y/n clears her throat and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just one date. Not a big deal.”

“Okay, sure,” Brian says. “So Sunday then?”

“And you’ll tell us all about it?”

“Sure.”

There are very few times that I wish I was deaf, but that day was one of them. I didn’t sleep that whole night. I couldn’t. And the night of her date? Forget it. I was up all night wondering what was happening. Did he hold her hand? Did he hug her? Did that bastard take her first kiss? The first kiss that was supposed to belong to me? 

And right now, as I watch him reach for her elbow again, I decide, fuck it. I don’t care if I look like a jealous asshole, I’m taking my girl away from him. I stride over to them and place my hand on her hip, “Hey, baby. Can you help me find the bottle opener? I can’t remember what drawer you put it in the other day, and I think my eyes are failing me.”

She shakes her head, “Um, yeah. It should be in the drawer closest  to the fridge.”

“I checked there, please, come help me look.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Noah who is staring daggers at my hand on her hip. I smirk. “Noah, it was good catching up with you. I’ll find you later. I’m gonna help him out.”

He looks back up at her and forces a smile, “Sure. Sounds good. Save me dance?”

Over my dead body. “Come on, baby,” I say, guiding her toward the kitchen.

She steps in front of me, mumbling a couple excuse me’s to the people blocking the kitchen. Then she b-line’s to the drawer closer to the fridge, which I definitely did not check because I wasn’t really looking for the bottle opener. I just needed an excuse to get her away from Noah.

“Here,” she holds it out to me. “Wait, I thought Shawn got twist tops.” She takes the bottle from my hand and laughs, “Bub, it twists off.” She says, taking the cap off the bottle. 

“Oh,” I chuckle. I knew it was a twist top, again, I just needed an excuse to get her away. “Whoopsies?” 

She puts the bottle opener back in the drawer and leans against the counter. “You having fun?”

I shrug, “I’m alright. So um… Noah’s here.”

Y/n nods slowly, “Yeah, he is.”

“Kinda weird that he showed up after we just talked about him,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I guess. He just tagged along with one of his friends.”

I nod, “Mhm. You two looked pretty cozy.”

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing. Just, I mean, I haven’t heard you talk about him since the breakup,” I take a sip of the beer in my hand. “I didn’t realize you two were still so close.”

She tilts her head at me, “We’re not. We were just catching up. He didn’t know that I lived here too.”

“Uh-huh, so you haven’t talked to him recently?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s with the third degree, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter.

“No, Connor. I haven’t talked to him recently. In fact, I haven’t talked to him since the breakup. But what does that matter? Why does it matter who I do and do not talk to?”

“I just think it’s a little strange that he came here tonight.”

“Well, I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re insinuating. He came with a friend. He didn’t even know it was our party, or our house. He just showed up.”

“So he crashed it. Classy.”

“What is your deal?” She pushes herself off the counter and stands face to face with me, her forehead creasing as she glares at me. I want to smooth the crease and tell her not to do that because she’ll get a headache, but I refrain. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! Newsflash, Connor, you’re not my boyfriend.”

I recoil, because sure I know I’m not, but the words spew from her lips like venom. “I know that.”

“Do you? Because right now it doesn’t seem like you do. Now unless I completely missed the part where you asked me to be your girlfriend, you have no right to be upset over me talking to my ex-boyfriend.”

“He was an ass to you then.”

“How would you know?! We weren’t even talking then.”

“Because you didn’t want to! I was still trying to fix things with us but you were pushing me away.”

“No, I wasn’t pushing you away. I was protecting myself from getting hurt again.”

“But it wasn’t me, that was Kenzie, and -”

She groans in frustration, “Why are we talking about her again? Why? I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose. “Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you. But you have no right to be upset about Noah. You are not my boyfriend -”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you aren’t! You like to act like you are sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Do you want me to be?!” I exclaim, setting my bottle down.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Not like this,” she says quietly, pushing past me.

“Y/n!” I call after her, but she ignores me. I, however, can’t ignore the eyes that are on me.

---

“He’s jealous?” Alessia asks, leaning back on her hands. We’re sitting on the grass in the backyard. It’s quieter out here, and far less crowded. “Does he even have a right to be?”

“That’s what I’m saying! He’s my best friend, but sometimes he acts like he’s my boyfriend and I just - I’m over it.”

She sighs, “You’re over him acting like your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Because you want him to actually be your boyfriend.”

“What? No! No,” I shake my head, “that’s not it.”

Les smiles, “Honey, it’s obvious the way you two look at each other. And you can deny it because you’re best friends, you live together. You don’t want to risk the integrity of the friendship that you have. And that is totally reasonable, but you two need to discuss what you are to each other. Because it’s clear that in his mind, you’re a little bit more than just ‘best friends.’ And well, you’ve always wanted to be more, so what’s so wrong with him being that?”

I sigh and pick at the grass beside me, “I don’t know if he feels this way genuinely or if it’s because I’m closer now. We live together, it seems almost easy or convenient for him to develop some tiny crush because of the proximity.”

At this she laughs, “Oh, honey. That is definitely not it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that boy has been in love with you since before I even met you guys. It’s written all over his face and if you took a second to just stop and -”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, guys,” Shawn says, breathlessly, pushing his curls out of his face. “Y/n, Connor’s drunk off his ass, and I need your help”

I sit up, “Okay, How much did he drink?”

“Like, the entire bottle of tequila I had in my room, plus however many beers he had.”

I stand up, swatting at the backs of my legs to get off any dirt, “Is he throwing up?”

“No, he’s just asking for you.”

I nod and look back to Alessia, “We’ll talk later, Les?”

“Mhm, go take care of your boy.”

“Why did he drink so much?” I ask Shawn, following him toward the sliding glass door. 

He shrugs, “I asked him. He said you were mad at him.”

I roll my eyes, “Well yeah, he was being an ass. But it still doesn’t make sense.If he drinks every time I get upset with him, he’d be an alcoholic ”

“All I know is that he was asking for you,” Shawn says just as we find Connor sitting outside my bedroom door, nursing another beer bottle. 

I shake my head, “God, he knows not to be switching between alcohol.”

“Connor, buddy?” Shawn says, squatting down next to him. “I got her. Why don’t you give me that beer, eh?” He goes to take it from his hands, but Connor’s quick to move it, spilling a bit of it on his shirt in the process.

“No, this is mine. Get your own,” he slurs

I sigh and squat down next to him, too. “I think you’ve had enough, bub. Come on, let me have it.”

He looks at me with heavy eyes and he pouts, dramatically. “Y/n… you’re so pretty.”

“Connor,” I shake my head. 

“I love you in red. God, you look so good. Could never get,” he hiccups, “tired of looking at you.”

I blush, looking over at Shawn who’s still sitting with us. “Okay, come on. Let’s get up. We need to get you to bed.”

He nods slowly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I take the drink out of his hand and set on the floor beside us. “Shawn, help me get him up.”

Shawn nods, “You got it.” He does most of the heavy lifting, but when Connor’s on his feet, he leans into me, hugging my waist, burying his head in my neck. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n. So sorry.”

“I know, come on now. We’re going to your room.”

He groans into my skin, but helps me and Shawn take him to his room as best as he can, only stumbling once when we round the corner. We push his bedroom door open and walk further into the room, plopping him down on the bed. 

“Thanks, Shawn. I got it from here.”

“You sure?” 

I nod, moving to grab his trash can from next to his desk. “Yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He nods, “Of course. Come get me if you need anything else.”

Connor groans as Shawn slams the door shut behind him. I sigh and move around the room, turning on his bedside lamp and going to his desk chair where his outfit from earlier is laid out. “Okay, bub, I’m gonna need you to help me out, alright? I need you to get out of your clothes, I’m gonna put you in pajamas, okay?”

He shakes his head, his pout even heavier than usual, eyes struggling to stay open. “Too tired. You do it.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Of course he’s gonna be difficult right now. I shake my head, throwing his clothes beside him, “Can you stand up?”

He mumbles something incoherent, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of “The room is spinning.”

“Fuck, Connor, why did you drink so much?” I grumble, moving to the floor to take his shoes off.

“You’re mad at me,” he whines.

“Yes, I am. You know your limits. What were you gonna do if this didn’t happen at the house, hmm?”

“M’sorry.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, sit up,” I reach for his hands to help pull him to a sitting position. 

He makes an unnecessary amount of groaning sounds as he moves around to accommodate me.

I push his shirt off his shoulders, it’s almost damp, he’s sweating so much. I throw it to the side, I’ll put it in the laundry room when I go get him some pain meds in a little bit. I take hold of the hem of his tank top, “Arms up,” I pat his side and he obliges, looking up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, tossing his tank top off to the side too.

“I’m sorry I got mad earlier. About Noah.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine. Lay back, lift your hips for me.”

He lays back, but his pout still remains on his face as I lean forward to unbutton his pants.

“What now?” I question softly, pulling down his zipper, “Hips up.”

He’s looking at me with such sad eyes and it’s killing me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to undress me for the first time.”

My breath hitches, “What?”

“Wanna make love to you,” he slurs. 

I almost choke on his words, “Connor, you’re drunk,” I shake my head, pulling his pants off him and grabbing his sweats to pull up his legs instead. I decide to forgo the shirt because he’s already sweating a lot, I don't want to make him even hotter. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m gonna go get you some water and pain meds. Stay here.” I move the trash can closer to him, “The trash is right next to you if you feel like you’re gonna get sick.

I pick up his discarded clothes from the floor and walk to the door and out the room before he can say anything else he doesn’t mean. After tossing them in the hamper in the laundry room, I squeeze past the group of people still congregating in the hallway. I slip into my room and grab some of my pain meds from my book bag and quickly slip out again to head to the kitchen which is also crowded. I mumble out a general excuse me, and go to the fridge to grab Connor a bottle of water. 

On my way back, I stop and go to his bathroom which is thankfully empty, and grab a hand towel and wet it under the faucet to hopefully cool him down a bit. When I’m back in his room, he’s laying face down on his bed and I stop for a minute, admiring his smooth skin, and the way the muscles in his shoulders tense up when he moves his arm above his head. It’s not fair. No one man should look this good. 

I shake my head, focusing back on the task at hand. I close the door behind me gently. “Okay, Connor. I need you to sit up just one more time to take these pills and then you can go to bed, yeah?”

He groans, “I think I drank too much, baby,” he mumbles, pushing himself up and I'm once again in awe of how his muscles move with him. 

I scratch at my scalp and nod, holding out the pills for him. “Yeah, I think you did, too.” He takes them in his hand and I sit next to him, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to him as well.

“Thank you,” he hiccups.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at my hands as he takes the pills. He goes to hand me the water bottle back but I shake my head, “You need to drink it all. We’re trying to avoid a hangover.”

He just holds the bottle in his lap, not moving to drink anymore of it, so I look back up at him only to find him already staring at me. 

“You okay?” I ask.

He hums and reaches forward. He runs his thumb under my eye, “You got an eyelash. I got it,” he mumbles, but he keeps his hand cradling the side of my face. 

My eyes search his tired ones, they’re glossed over, but they always get that way when he drinks, making his eyes seem just a little more blue than green. 

“Have I told you tonight that you look pretty?” he asks quietly. 

“Multiple times,” I confirm. 

“Good, because you are… so, so pretty.”

I lick my lips and watch his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. I take in a shallow breath as he starts to lean closer. His eyes closed as his face inches toward mine. I push him back gently just before his lips have the chance to connect with mine, and I mean just before because I could feel his breath against my mouth. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I was… I was trying to kiss you. Did you, I thought you wanted to - when we were laying in bed a couple weeks ago, you said you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Well, I… Connor,” I shake my head. I didn’t think he heard me when I said that. “Not like this. Not tonight. Not when you’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” I stand up, pacing slowly in front of him. “If you’re gonna kiss me, I want you to be sober, and to actually want to do it. Not just because we got in a fight earlier. I don’t want this to be something you do now and then completely forget about or ignore, or fuck, even worse, regret in the morning. I don’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be led on by you again.”

“Again?” He asks, tilting his head at me. 

“Nevermind. I should go back out there, start cleaning up so it’s not so much tomorrow.”

“Wait, y/n, please. Stay here, please. Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything, I promise. Please, just stay?”

I sigh, “Just until you fall asleep.”

---

It’s nearing eleven in the morning when Shawn finally retreats from his room. He’s not nearly as hungover as I bet the other boys are going to be. If he’s even hungover at all, he doesn’t seem to be. 

He leans against the counter, watching me pull my second batch of cookies from the oven. “You’re stress baking,” he observes.

I scoff, “I made muffins too,” I nod in the direction of the counter in front of him where a plate of blueberry muffins sits. 

“Ooh,” he reaches forward and takes one, “Not that I like when you’re stressed, but this my favorite of your coping mechanisms.”

“For purely selfish, I presume.”

“Of course,” he says around a mouthful of muffin. “So,” he says after he swallows. “Does this sudden urge to bake have anything to do with what happened last night with Connor?”

I tense up at the memory of Connor leaning in to kiss me. Me pushing him away. “Maybe.”

“So what did happen after I left you two?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“Well, the glorious smell of our kitchen and the spotless living room say otherwise.”

I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “He, god, he tried to kiss me.”

“What?” Shawn chokes. 

“Shh! You’ll wake them.”

“Oh please, Brain will be asleep until five. Nothing will wake him. He kissed you?! Well, how was it?”

“I said he tried. As in, I didn’t let him. I pushed him away before he could.”

“Why? Don’t you want him to?”

“Of course! But not like that! Not when he’s drunk and not himself. WHen he’s saying stupid things like he wants to make love to me, and that he wishes I was undressing him for the first time under different circumstances.”

“What? He said all of that?! Oh my god! Go, Connor!”

“No, not go Connor. Because he’s not going to remember any of this when he wakes up and I’m going to remember everything and have to pretend that he didn’t say anything or try to kiss me. And I’m stuck being led on once again, except this time he lives just down the hall and I have to see him everyday.”

Shawn sighs, “Okay, you’re right. So, what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do.”

He nods, “I’ll get my guitar.”

***

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[missingkittyfan]

(i loved the response and got too excited! so part two lets go! also no hate towards vegans or blondes)

“er…..hey pup!” i greeted with a nervous expression on my face and gave a small wave. Tension was in the air at least that’s how it felt to me, i adjusted my collar while clearing my throat and sighed. “I’m sorry you probably don’t want me to call you that anymore- anyway i’ll just place my order and get out of your face.” i said and started placing my order since i had been waiting in line for a while. Time had passed since our last encounter and the lingering feelings grew stronger the moment i faced him, guilt, sadness, greed and especially want but i resisted my urges since i didn’t deserve someone as good as him. “and um….finally i’ll get-“ I was cut off as a manicured pair of hands wrapped themselves around my arm causing me to pause and look at the blonde haired girl next to me, the reason why this whole break up happened and bewitched me with her good looks as she snuggled into my arm. “Actually could you, like. change all of that to a large cappuccino frappe, with two straws because we like to share things like the adorable couple we are! Two brownies and could you make sure that the milk isn’t cows or goats? i’m vegan.” She ordered as i stared at her in disbelief but decided against arguing as i took a deep breath. “We’ll have that to go-“ One again i was cut off as she gave me that usual pouty face. “But booboo! i’m so tired from walking all day can’t we eat here? these bags are so heavy and my feet hurt, pwetty please!” she batted those fake lashed eyes, as if the nickname didn’t make me physically winch, her whining made it worse so i just decided not to make a scene. “Alright, Alright we’ll be sitting over there at the usual spot.” I grumbled with annoyance as i pulled out my wallet as she giggled and bounced up on the balls of her feet to place a kiss on the corner of my lips. “oh oh before i forget! those brownies better not have any nuts in them and are gluten free! my booboo can’t handle any of that and i want caramel topping on the frappe with pink sprinkles! okay i’m done lets go.” she finished off with a flick of her hair and moved to the other side of me, tugging my sleeve to rush me causing me to scoff and swat her away. “I’m sorry about her, here a little extra for the trouble.” I placed the money on the counter and upon feeling his fingers brush mine i couldn’t help the instinct to grab his hand, feeling the warmth i had lost from my mistake, i suppose this is karma for losing something good that i should’ve treasured it more but a pair of eyes were glaring daggers at the action and quickly that warmth was lost as i was pulled away. This meeting all being made on purpose and being executed perfectly by beautiful blond who turned to look back at Aaron, poking her tongue out while possessively hugging my arm as a way of telling all but mostly him ‘mine now’

(MIEN GERD THIS WAS SO LONG!)

aaron had got done finished talking to a customer, listing their order on his notepad. he softly hummed to himself, about to make their drink until he was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.

he quickly turned his head to be met with you standing near the counter with a nervous expression on your face. he bit his lower lip, knowing this was awkward since you two had officially cut ties – he would have a few words- no a lot to say but he knew that you probably had plans so he kept it cool. aaron knew it wasn't a good idea to breathe another word to you after you got your stuff and left.

"ah, welcome! and- uhm.. no worries, we're putting that behind us right? no hard feelings of course."

the male got his pen ready awaiting for your order until he was met with another a young blonde woman standing beside you, placing her hands around your arms. immediately, he felt a wave of shock and hurt realizing this is the woman you're without his acknowledgement at the time. and now.. she's just standing right next to you, how convenient.

was this world giving him another harsh slap to the face? he was already not dealing with the break-up quite well, constantly crying himself to sleep and wondering what had he done wrong for you to seek someone else's affection and not his. wondering if you even loved him and now he has to deal with seeing someone that was a just downgrade — to his eyes. all he saw was a girl who only charmed you by her looks, he didn't know what else you saw in her.

he continued standing with a expression you couldn't read as the girl butted in placing rest of the order, nodding his head and acting unfazed by her sudden appearance. he had flipped another page at this point considering how unnecessarily long her order was but kept it professional as he's supposed to. he had already knew she was just trying to make his job more harder yet he wasn't going to lose his composure.

aaron wrote the order onto the notepad as she was finally done and had left, now waiting for you. he was about to just get it over with before you apologized on her behalf and placed extra cash onto the counter. he smiled at you, "it's okay. please don't take any offense to this but, i never expected this would be the person in question you're with." he said, barking with laughter although you could tell it was him nervous laughing. "i'm just messing with you, she seems to be a very nice and caring woman!" he grabbed the money from the counter before feeling your fingers brush his.

aaron felt his cheeks heating up, realizing your fingers were touching each other before a memory was reminded of him that you were a unfaithful significant other. that he shouldn't even be feeling this way, but he had missed you.. missed your voice, missed whenever you would comfort him during those awful days and nights.

he quietly sighed, narrowing his eyes — practically snatching the money away and putting it inside the cash register. he gave you another smile but this time was rather.. strained. and with that, no more words were spoken as you walked off to go sit with your girlfriend.

aaron put his pen away before he had began working on you, and the other customers' order. He couldn't wait until his shift was over, he was already tired of seeing that intolerable bitch's face.

and oh, was he hellbent on teaching her a lesson sooner or later.

[issaxcharlie]

Always You

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem Reader

Summary: {We Play Pretend Series} Charlie decides to stop overthinking and finally proposes to his best friend at his very own way.

Songs Used: Black and White by Niall Horan and I’ll Follow You by Echosmith

Word Count: +2k

Charlie finally finishes preparing the fire as Y/N comes out of the tent in his orange hoodie, one of his bandanas adorning her high ponytail. Her dazzling smile blanks him for a few seconds, and the day he asked her to be his girlfriend for the first time appeared on the back of his head.

He was maybe even more nervous than he is right now, and he blurted out the question without realizing it. It wasn't until Y/N jumped into his arms and pressed her lips against his that he finally understood what was happening. That day was the happiest day of his life, but then it was overcome by the day their paths crossed again, then by the day they became a couple again, then by the day they moved in together, and if everything goes well, now it will be overcome by this one. He smiles fondly at the memories. One thing is for sure, with Y/N everything always gets better.

She sits next to him, reaching out to sink her face into her boyfriend's neck. When he suggested for them to take a little camping trip before they returned to Canada for the holidays, she said yes without hesitation. First of all, because she loves to experience moments like this with him. Memories of all the times they camped in the Gillespie's backyard when they were children lighting up her heart. And secondly, because she knows that he needs the peace and calm that being here gives him, after all, she has no doubt that Charlie has planned to propose to her during the trip back home.

“Did you enjoy the day? I know you wanted to rest before the trip, it means a lot to me that you agreed to come.” He confessed while wrapping his arm around her, lifting the hoodie slightly to caress the sensitive skin on her waist.

“Char, we spent hours blasting our favorite albums, we elegantly ate ridiculously delicious gas station hotdogs, you spilled the soda down your pants which was quite entertaining, and now I'm under the stars by your side on a beautiful night. If you ask me, this is the perfect day.” She declares without hesitation, raising her head a little to give him a soft kiss in his jawline.

Charlie blushes, happiness flooding his soul just as always with his precious girl. “I couldn’t agree more. Everyday I get to spend with you is a perfect one.” She smirks at his words, her raised eyebrow indicates she's ready to fight him.

"Oh yeah? Even the time I convinced you that Santa was obviously born in Canada and we searched for his house all over the city?" He snorts thinking about two really small ten year olds doing mischief around the town.

"You had very convincing arguments. Shame our parents didn’t think the same and punished us for a month."

“It’s not really punishment if we get to spend it together anyways.” Y/N added, remembering all the hours of fun they managed to have in the Gillespie’s leaving room.

"They had no other choice, we were attached by the hips. I mean, we tried to elope and live in the park a year earlier just because we were sick of saying goodbye every night.” Charlie reminds her while breaking into laughter.

“Mom had to convince us to come back, telling us that one day we could get married and be together in a way nicer place than the park. And you didn’t believe her because what could be nicer than the park?” Y/N recalls, the image of their 9 year old selves swinging with their backpacks full of important prized possessions like Charlie's collection of rocks or Y/N’s toy microphone making them laugh.

“She had to explain to me everything about that marriage thing she was talking about on the way home.” Charlie says with a smile.

“And then you propose a few days later in your backyard, with a red ring pop and a beautiful original song you played on your guitar.” She hugs him tightly, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“I was nine, I'm sure it wasn’t beautiful. It probably didn't even make sense. But, I wrote it with a lot of love, just for you to eat the ring five minutes later.” He calls her out, sticking out his tongue in a playful way.

“And I’ll do it again.” He pretends to be offended but Y/N just needs to kiss him and whisper that she loves him against his lips for him to smile again. “We were quite intense children, huh?”

His eyes light up, and he winks cheekily. “We still are.”

Charlie gently kisses her hair and gets up to take his guitar, meanwhile she sits a little further away from him to give him enough room to play, and he tries to control the shaking of his hand while playing a soft sound he has been working on.

Once he finally calmed down a little, he starts to play the song he drove so far away to play, deciding it’s time. “That first night we were standing at your door, fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you. Ask me if I want to come inside, 'cause we didn't want to end the night. Then you took my hand, and I followed you.” Y/N had never heard that song before, which immediately surprises her because they live together, how come she never heard it? She puts attention to the lyrics and realizes he is talking about the night they became a couple again, after the Stand Tall presentation.

“Yeah, I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a star lit night, In all your gorgeous colors, I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life. See you standing in your dress, swear in front of all our friends there'll never be another. I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life.” Then everything clicks. How nervous he has been all day, his "sudden" desire to camp before the holidays, the eyes full of emotion with which he has looked at her all night. And suddenly this day is even more perfect than she ever believed it could be.

“Now, we're sitting here in your living room, telling stories while we share a drink or two. And there's a vision I've been holding in my mind, we're 65 and you ask when did I first know?" Tears begin to fall down her cheeks, the purest smile she has ever had stuck on her face. “I always knew.” They whisper at the same time in a broken voice, Charlie trying very hard not to cry at their matched answer so he can finish the song.

“I want the world to witness, when we finally say I do. It's the way you love, I gotta give it back to you. I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a star lit night, In all your gorgeous colors. I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life.”

He finishes the song, puts down the guitar while taking a deep breath and kneels carefully in front of her. “It has always been you. It was you when we were 8 years old and only you could borrow my best crayons, It was you when we were 16 and I learned to drive because you had no one to take you to your auditions, and It was you when we were 22 and I asked you to move in with me because I couldn’t stand be apart from you again. You are the only one with whom I feel as ecstatic as when I jump into the sea, and all you have to do is look at me to achieve it. You are light, Y/N. This beautiful bright star that for some reason, always chooses me. I love you so much, beautiful. You are the love of my life, It will always be you.”

She can't stop the tears falling down her face, her hand lovingly caressing the cheek of the man in front of her. "Y/N Y/L, will you marry me?" She doesn’t give him time to react and joins their lips hard, trying desperately to make him feel everything she is feeling in those moments. He responds fervently, taking her with one hand firmly by the thigh while with the other caresses her neck, confidently putting his hand inside the hoodie.

She bites his pouty lower lip to smoothly slide her tongue, and he strokes her breasts gently before removing his hand from the collar of her clothing. When they finally separate to breathe, Y/N's eyes move to what Charlie is holding in front of her, a precious ring dangling from a golden chain that she has apparently been wearing as a necklace for who knows how many hours.

“Yes, yes, yes. I would always choose you Char.” Y/N gets up and helps Charlie to his feet, only to pull him close and bring his body against hers, her hands entwining in his hair while his arms wrap around her hips. His face shining with happiness. “The necklace was a smart move. Since when have I been wearing it?” She asks while staring deeply at his dazzling green eyes.

“You are unable to keep a ring on your finger for more than three days, there was no other option. I put it on after you fell asleep on the road.”

"This is the first time you managed to fool me. I totally thought you were going to propose in Canada."

“I know it wasn't glamorous but-”

“Shh, it was perfect. The song is beautiful, the ring looks just as I always dreamed of and you are all I want and more. I have never been happier. Heck, you could have asked me this morning while we were in our pajamas watching cartoons and I would have cried with joy anyway. Char, you're everything I need.” He kisses her deeply, releasing all the emotions that had had him stressed throughout the day, enjoying the company of his future wife and the way that only she knows how to melt him.

He lets go briefly to search something in his phone, and the melody he just played starts to fill the comfortable silence.

“It’s my favorite song already.” She whispers against his lips, a small smile in the corner of her mouth.

“It’s all yours, just like me.” Both laugh at how cheesy it sounded, dancing in each other's arms under the stars. Silently thanking God for having found their soulmate in this life.

Although he swears he has enough energy to dance the night away, after an hour Y/N notices just how tired Charlie actually is, and drags him to the tent to get some rest.

“Baby, I’m okay. I want to celebrate all night with you.” He whispers in her ear, catching her by the waist the moment she leans his head against the pillow to prevent her from getting up.

“Easy there, tiger. You can't even keep your eyes open. You drove nonstop for hours without complaining once just because you know I don't like driving. You did the hardest work with the tent and the fire, plus all the time we spent hiking. You need to rest.” His grasp on her loosens and she moves quickly to his side. He turns over his shoulder and leans on her chest, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She smiles at the sight and starts to softly play with his curls while singing him to sleep. “I fell in love at first sight, green eyes that fix it all. Your heart, it feels it all.” All the times she seeked the comfort in his beautiful eyes during the years replaying in her head. The way they shined with love and confusion that first day at the jatp bootcamp replaying in her mind.

“And I, I can't believe that you're mine.” She lets go of his hair to admire the ring around her neck with more attention, but his hand instantly reaches for hers and puts it back on his hair, making her chuckle. “You take away every breath. I can't believe I'm still speechless.” She whispers, planting small kisses on his hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as she wraps him in her arms.

“Charles Gillespie, It will always be you.”

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[perfectly-cynical]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩

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𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢

﹅ When Byakuya came home, he was in an extra bad mood.

﹅ You didn’t know why, it was probably because he was stressed.

﹅ But when you came up to him to welcome him back and possibly comfort him, he started snapping at you.

﹅ “S/O, just leave me alone. I don’t need you right now.”

﹅ This shook you. Usually you were patient with him, but unknown to him you had also had a bad day.

﹅ “Byakuya, I’m trying to make you feel better, you could at least try to be nice for a change.”

﹅ This pissed your boyfriend off, which is something you should never do.

﹅ “Nice for a change? Maybe if you were a better S/O, I would be nicer to you.”

﹅ Tears began forming in your eyes. His words were harsh and cold, and full of bitterness.

﹅ “If you want a better S/O, go get one. I’m leaving.”

﹅ You ran out of the room and drove home, tears streaming down your face.

﹅ When you got home, you spent the whole night crying, not knowing your boyfriend was out there doing the same.

﹅ None of you had meant anything you said.

﹅ The next day, Kirigiri came up to you, and requested to talk to you alone in the library.

﹅ “S/O, did something happen between you and Togami?”

﹅ You hesitate for a moment before asking how she knew.

﹅ “Togami is in a bad mood today. You two haven’t interacted either.”

﹅ You are shocked by her response. Questions ran through your head. Why did he even care that you weren’t talking to him? He never cared in the relationship, why would he now?

﹅ “You never know the true value of something until it is gone.” Kirigiri states, as if she knew what your were thinking.

﹅ You think about apologising to him. But you didn’t want to, it was his fault and if you said sorry he would just do it again. You wanted to teach him a lesson.

﹅ “Ah, it looks like you won’t need to apologise. As rude as he is, he isn’t stubborn.”

﹅ Kyoko walks away, her light purple hair swishing behind her. You wonder what she meant when she said you wouldn’t need to apologise.

﹅ “S/O.” You turn around and see the blonde, his turquoise eyes shimmering with regret.

﹅ “I... I apologise for my actions. You were only trying to help and I pushed you away and said all those things and...” He trails off.

﹅ Byakuya then pulls out a bouquet of your favourite colour. “I’m not good with apologies, so-”

﹅ He abruptly stops talking as you lean in and smash your lips against his.

﹅ “I forgive you, just please don’t do that ever again.”

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚

﹅ It was a normal day of school, you were chatting with your classmates. But something in the back of your mind was bothering you.

﹅Your boyfriend was acting strange.

﹅ He would talk to you, but whenever someone else wanted to join the conversation, he would remove himself from the conversation.

﹅ You decided to talk to him about it.

﹅ “Why are you worrying about me, my dear S/O? Can’t you see I’m trash compared to the other ultimates, you should talk with them instead of me!”

﹅ You put a hand on his shoulder and told him he was not trash.

﹅ He stays silent for a second.

﹅ “I’m only holding you back, S/O. You’d do better with someone else... someone who could give you more hope.”

﹅ He walks away, leaving you shocked. Was that a breakup?

﹅ You put a hand to your face and realised you were crying.

﹅ Feeling dejected and confused, you exit the room and make your way to a quiet place.

﹅ “S/O? Miss Yukizome sent me to look for you.”

﹅ Your head whips around, hoping to see Nagito, but instead it was Chiaki.

﹅ “Chiaki?” You whisper.

﹅ Chiaki’s eyes widen upon seeing your tearful face. “S/O, are you crying?”

﹅ You reluctantly nod, and Chiaki sits down with you, her hair bobbing as she lowered herself.

﹅ “Y’know, Nagito was acting pretty strange today.” She pauses, looking at you to see your reaction.

﹅ She studies your face. “I think... that the reason you are sad is the same reason he is...”

﹅ Upon knowing he was also sad, confusion was the only thing you felt.

﹅ If he was sad... why did he even...” You mumble, Nagito’s actions confusing you.

﹅ You look over to Chiaki, who was playing with her Gameboy, a look of concentration etched on her pale complexion.

﹅ “Dunno.” She mumbles.

﹅ You recall your boyfriends words. ‘You’d do better with someone else...’ Then, it hits you. You quickly stand up,

﹅ “C’mon Chiaki, lets go back to class.”

﹅ “S/O, you’re going too fast...!”

﹅ The rest of the day goes by, and you could hardly wait for the end of the day.

﹅ As you look back to Komaeda, you notice a vast emptiness within his light green-grey eyes. He didn’t even speak to anyone.

﹅ When class was over, you slam your hands onto his desk.

﹅ “Nagito, why did you break up with me?”

﹅ He stays silent, as if he didn’t even hear you, but before you could repeat your words, he utters an answer. “I told you. You could do so much better than trash like me. I’m tainting your wonderful hope.”

﹅ After he says this, you find yourself shocked. Without even thinking about your actions, you grab him by the collar and kiss him.

﹅ “S-S/O... wh-what...?” Nagito stutters, his pale skin now dusted with a light pink.

﹅ “You need to think about yourself Nagito... I’m happy with you, and you should be too.”

﹅ He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, and you gratefully return the hug.

﹅ You love your boyfriend, and you wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐎𝐮𝐦𝐚

﹅ You two were both arguing over something.

﹅ It was a minor thing, but you both had a lot of pent up rage, and the fight was more extreme than it should have been.

﹅ “You’re such a liar! Why can’t you just tell the truth? You always lie to me, and I’M YOUR PARTNER!”

﹅ “WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T SUCH A SHITTY PARTNER, I WOULD TELL YOU THE TRUTH!”

﹅ You take a few steps back from Kokichi.

﹅ “If that’s what you think... then...then...” You stumble on your words and run out of the room.

﹅ You didn’t have your own house, so you just went to your room and locked your door.

﹅ You toppled onto your bed and tears start streaming down your face. Your breath was shaky, and you were whimpering.

﹅ A few minutes later, you hear knocking on your door, and you open it to find your purple haired boyfriend.

﹅ Upon seeing him, you slam the door, not wanting to talk to him.

﹅ “S/O... I’m sorry... okay?

﹅ You stay silent and wipe tears from your face.

﹅ “S/O... what I said was just a lie... I was angry... please forgive me...”

﹅ You look towards the shut door, but you don’t move.

﹅ Kokichi doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, and you wonder what he is up to.

﹅ You look toward the door, silently hoping he didn’t decide to leave you.

﹅ All of a sudden, you hear rustling, and you see your favourite candy slid underneath the door.

﹅ You take it, listening to the crinkle of the wrapper.

﹅ You turn it over and see a piece of paper attached to the candy with sticky tape.

﹅ “S/O, I’m sorry for what I said, I was just angry. I will try to tell the truth more often if you’ll forgive me, and I’ll even give you some of my Panta! Doesn’t that sound good? Now please let me in so we can cuddle!”

﹅ You also noticed a childish drawing of you and him, holding hands with a single love heart hovering over your heads.

﹅ Chuckling lightly, you open the door to see your pouty boyfriend.

﹅ “I forgive you.” You mutter, a soft smile. “What I said was out of line as well, so I’m sorry for that as well.”

﹅Your boyfriend smirks cheekily, then pounces on you, knocking you onto the bed.

﹅ “I forgive you too! Now let’s cuddle!”

[sinner-as-saint]

Power Over Me - 4.

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Previous Parts

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff, soft dom!bucky

a/n: this one’s a little long… just a little.

You were a quick learner, Bucky noted.

You were quick in learning his ways, his rules. Mainly because you loved everything about him, and everything which surrounded him. But also, you wanted so desperately to leave the past behind and forget it. And fill your head with much, much better memories. Memories you made with Bucky.

Throughout your first weeks of living together, you and Bucky had quite a few serious talks, and open and honest discussions in his study. You took decisions regarding your relationship together, it was much healthier than anything you’ve had in the past.

You two made a few alterations here and there, regarding his rules. Such as, you genuinely like making meals, so you settled on him being absolutely okay with you cooking at least once a day. He honestly didn’t mind, he just never wanted you to feel like you had to do anything for him.

To which you responded, “I never feel like I have to do it. I truly just want to, think of it as my way of giving back to you for treating me with respect and care, and affection. And for being a shoulder I can lean on, and a friend when I need you to be, and everything else you do for me.” You hoped he could read in between the lines.

Because to you, he was so much more than you put in words. Bucky smiled and approached you, cupping your face in his hands without thinking twice. He stared into your eyes. A deep, long, meaningful stare. Do you have any idea what you do to me? He almost blurred the lines and bend his own rules as he had felt the burning need to lean in and kiss you.

But then he realized that you two were in his study. This area was strictly used for mature, and serious conversation. And he would like to respect that. So he pulled away that day, gently, reluctantly.

 -

Bucky would usually wake up and find you either in your bed, or in the kitchen already – on days when you felt like making breakfast.

One morning he found you in the kitchen, all dressed up, not in your PJs surprisingly. He found you making food and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. And as he kissed your neck, like he did almost every morning, he found that you weren’t wearing your collar.

Oh?

He pulled away quickly. You felt his hesitation so you turned back around and gave him a proper good morning kiss. You could feel his confusion.

“Remember I said I applied for a job at the publishing company?” you tried to freshen up his memory. Bucky nodded, remembering. “Well, they called yesterday evening to tell me that they accepted my application. And I start today.” You said and waited for his reaction.

His face lit up. “That’s great, baby! See I told you there was nothing to be nervous about.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” he let his lips linger on your face while his arms wrapped around you. “But why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” he sounded pouty again.

You sighed, looking up at him. “Well, you were stressed out and tired from work, and then we…” you trailed off remembering how last night went…

How as soon as Bucky walked in through the door, he lazily made his way into your arms and gave you a bone-crushing hug and almost shifted all his weight on you. How with just one kiss, you knew what he mean. Playroom, now.  

You remembered how he had taken his time and tied you to the bed again, and how you laid spread eagle all for him to use however he liked. You thought about how he kissed every inch of your body, and how he turned you into a moaning mess just with his kisses. How he had teased you with the fur flogger again, then with the suede one until you cried out in pleasure. Pleasure which blended in so perfectly with the sweet pain.

You remembered how he sat on the dark red couch like it were his throne and how you sat on the floor, on your knees, pleasuring him like you had the night you first met. You remembered his grunts and growls and how he moaned, “Fuck… slow down baby, let me feel you.” he said, with his head thrown back, hands in your hair as he forced your mouth to a stop, lips wrapped around him, his pre cum trickling down your throat…

And how he had taken you hard and relentlessly afterwards; fucking you mercilessly and stretching you out, ramming his cock in and out of you all while calling you his “precious little pearl.” How he had wrapped his hand around your throat gently, kissed your forehead and growled in your ear, “You’re all fucking mine. You hear me?”

And how gentle and loving he had been afterwards, giving you back rubs and massaging your feet and shoulders and telling you how much of a good girl you’ve been to him. And how he tucked you in and played with your hair until you fell asleep.

Bucky’s voice broke you out of your reverie.

He chuckled. “Ah yes, you mean when we didn’t get the chance to talk about each other’s day because I was busy making you scream in my playroom?” he teased. His words made you look down and smile shyly. Your face felt hot all of a sudden. He laughed, “Look at me, angel.”

You looked up and met his ocean blue eyes. The ones you longed to see at the end of the day, the ones which calmed you down, the ones which connected with you in ways no other could.

Bucky spoke up, grabbing your chin between his fingers. “Tell me things. Even when I’m tired, or stressed out or grumpy, I want to talk to you and hear about your day. I want you to share every little thing with me, it makes me happy. Okay, baby?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, and pulled you in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you.” he repeated. And it made you feel all warm and tingly inside.

 -

You thought initially that once you began working, it would somehow affect the amount of time or the relationship you had with Bucky. But that wasn’t the case at all. Bucky made a sort of a plan; each day, he dropped you off to your work building on his way to his office. And he’d pick you up on his way back home.

Once home, the first thing you did was put your collar on and then went about the rest of the evening, with Bucky’s interruption here and there – he’d catch you in the shower sometimes, or in the kitchen because most days you liked to make dinner, which then resulted in him calling you sweet nicknames and fucking you against the wall, followed by you two having to have to either eat cold dinner or order food because the food either, got cold or burnt while you were busy.

When you began your job at the publishing company, which you loved, other little alterations were made in the set of rules Bucky had. Bucky pushed breakfast on weekends to 10 a.m. because he wanted you to sleep in and get as much rest as possible after a week’s work.

And it was his favorite thing because each Saturday and Sunday he’d sneak into your room early in the morning and spend some hours just cuddling, and spooning you and touching and fondling for some hours before breakfast time – which you two usually made together.

 However one Sunday morning, he walked into your room to a pleasant surprise. He tiptoed into your room, feeling all excited and warm looking forward to cuddling you and give you a thousand kisses. But the sight in front of him made all his blood rush downwards.

You were on your bed, eyes closed, covers thrown off your body, with your hand in between your legs. Your underwear was off, your shirt bunched you at your chest, freeing your breasts. Soft moans escaped your lips as one finger of yours slipped inside your entrance. Bucky noticed you were dripping.

He believed you must have just woken up because you seemed unaware of his presence. Must be still a little sleepy and hazy. But you sure were horny, because you caught Bucky by surprise and his jaw dropped in awe as you slipped another finger past your entrance. Then followed by another. You moaned and arched your back off the bed as you fingered yourself shamelessly right in front of Bucky.

He was torn between being extremely displeased by your borderline disobedience and wanting to just drag you into his playroom like he did just the previous night, and being extremely turned on by the wanton sight in front of him and wanting to punish you in the best way possible in your own bed. Only you, babygirl, can put me in such a delicious dilemma.  

Bucky chose to observe for a little while longer, because frankly it was hard to look away. You whined in need and frustration as the palm of your hand rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again while your fingers slipped in and out of you. Your fingers stretched you out but in no way quite like Bucky did.

And oh did you crave him, his touch… especially after the dream you just woke up from.

You moaned quietly under your breath, imagining it was him who was touching you instead. “Fuck… sir, please…” you mumbled in the haze that you were in, completely unaware that Bucky was at the side of your bed, watching you intently. You whined, slipping your fingers in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge when you heard a voice speak up.

“So this is how it is, huh?” his velvety, deep morning voice said.

Oh no…

Your eyes flew open, burning still with sleep. You gasped as soon as you saw Bucky standing beside your bed, staring down at you with a smirk. Looking at you like you were a meal. You tried to rapidly remove your hand away from your wet folds but Bucky was quick to stop you. He knelt in your bed, loomed above your semi-naked frame, smirking and holding your hand in place. “Answer me.” He asked, now serious all of a sudden.

You didn’t miss the look of mischief and playfulness in his eyes as he quickly glanced down at your neck and saw that you were wearing his collar. It looked no different than an expensive diamond choker in the dim morning light. He loved the sight of it on your body.

Mine. His inner voice screamed.

“I… I’m sorry, sir.” You gave him your best puppy dog look and spoke sheepishly. You were embarrassed, but there was also the thrill of him catching you in such a salacious action which coursed through your veins like electricity. The look in his eyes made you shiver.

He didn’t say a word as he brought your hand closer to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate in parting his lips and allowing your soaked fingers into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue swirled and licked around your slick coated fingers, and you almost moaned as he did when he so shamelessly tasted you.

He closed his eyes briefly, relishing the taste of you as you watched him with your own lips parted. Breathless already, and all he was doing was sucking your drenched fingers. “Hmm,” he moaned as he pulled your fingers out of his mouth, releasing them with a pop sound.

He looked down at your almost bare body. He didn’t think twice before cupping your dripping core. “Who owns this pretty little cunt, huh?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His voice sounded stern, but his words were laced with nothing but lust and hunger.

You didn’t answer. So he pulled hand back and shamelessly slapped your throbbing core. You yelped, in surprise, pain and pleasure.

“I asked you something. Who owns it?” he asked again, clenching his teeth and growling by the end of his question. Was this the same man who washed your hair and called you ‘baby’ in the bath? You were borderline surprised and borderline turned on.

“You do.” you answered in a whisper.

He smirked again. “Then how dare you touch yourself without my permission?” he asked, his velvety voice, his words sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Which then did nothing for the growing sweet pain in your lower regions.

You got quiet again, and lowered your eyes to where he cupped you again.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “You are mine. All of you belongs to me, alright? You leave me no choice but to add another rule to your list, baby. From now on, you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I ask you to.”

He spoke, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them down on the bed, above your head as he straddled your waist. His weight pressing on you gently was much more pleasurable than you expected it would be. “Understood?” he asked.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He continued. “I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night, or fucking four in the morning. You come to me whenever you need something.” He gave you a stare which meant, keep your hands there, and you understood it perfectly.

He slid down your body just a little to free your legs from under him. He spread your legs further apart and settled in between them. He looked you dead in the eyes as his knuckles lazily stroked up and down your slit.

“Touching yourself without my permission.” He lifted his hand away and smack down right on your clit. You gasped loudly, not expecting it. “Pleasuring yourself while I’m not in the room.” Smack. You whined, squirming and wanting nothing more than to just grab his hair and place his mouth on your body. “Misbehaving in secrecy.” Another slap right on your throbbing clit. You couldn’t help but moan out loud. “Thinking I wouldn’t find out, huh?”

“Sir… I’m sorry.” You whined, closing your eyes and throwing your head back; unable to handle his intense gaze.

He chuckled. “Sorry? Oh baby, you will be.” You could hear the smirk and the mischief in his voice. He wasn’t necessarily pissed off, he was just glad that he found an excuse to toy with your body however he pleased so early in the morning. “You wanted to cum so badly, didn’t you?” he said, sounding pouty and bummed out for a moment, clearly mocking you.

Then he chuckled, rather sinisterly. “Well, you’re going to do just that.” he smacked your thigh to get your attention again. You opened your eyes quickly and found him staring down at you. You were still a little confused about what his words meant. He caught the confusion and shame and embarrassment in your eyes. Oh my babygirl… he almost gave in, but then caught himself before he slipped.

No, disobedience are to be followed by consequences. He spoke, “I’m going to make you cum hard, and incessantly until you are totally and utterly spent. You will be a whimpering, tear stained mess by the time I’m done with you. You hear me?”

You nodded, your heart racing in excitement. “Yes, sir.”

He was quick to add. “We’re not in the playroom, but your safe words still apply.” He reminded you. “Now, what color?” he asked.

“Green, sir.”

He smirked. Because oh boy were you in for a ride…

He left your thighs chafed thanks to his stubble, your body trembling and your mind a foggy mess that morning. He meant each and every word he uttered to you. You were indeed crying out in pleasure as he ate you out like there’s no tomorrow. He didn’t hold back, he never did. He was incessant, relentless. His tongue just slipping in and out of your folds, teasing your entrance. His mouth sucking and lapping up all that you gave him. He never stopped, no matter how hard you came.

“What color?” he asked about ten times. And your answer was just the same as the last, “Green, sir.” He’d smirk each time and go down on you again. You were sore, and you tried to scoot away from him a couple of times as the pleasure and the sensitivity got too much. But he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you closer to his mouth each time.

“I’m not done with you, yet.” He’d growl. “Now stay still, and this will teach you not to touch yourself without my permission again. Understood?” he’d seek to confirm again.

“Yes, sir.” You trembled in pleasure under him. Fuck…

Once he was satisfied with how much of a wanton mess he had turned you into, he finally pulled away to look down at your whimpering frame. The entire lower half of his face was drenched with your arousal, and he didn’t mind it one bit. He cupped you again, letting his fingers presses against your sensitive clit. You whined and bit your lip.

He spoke up again. “Tell me again, who owns this cunt?” he asked, in his no nonsense voice. Oh his words alone were enough to make you cum again, that’s how sensitive you were.

“You do, sir.” You whined.

He smiled, satisfied. “What color, baby?” he asked again.

“Green… please.” Your body was spent, but you still asked for more. He had a lazy smile on his face as he got rid of his sweatpants before climbing up your body again.

He pushed into you without another word. You were just how he expected, warm and wet and whining in need for him. You knew you wouldn’t last very long as his thick cock filled you to the brim. You were a moaning mess by the time he found a pleasurable pace at which he moved in and out of you with ease. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders and you clawed at his skin as he fucked you; hard and fast.

He moaned and swore and groaned as he pounded into you, each thrust deeper than the last. “You’re mine.” he mumbled against your neck, kissing the collar you had on in a haze. You threw your head back and moaned, tears escaping your closed eye lids at the pleasure became more and more overwhelming.

He nibbled on your neck, biting down hard the moment he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. “Cum with me, baby. Come on…” he trailed off, moaning and pounding harder into you.

You came with a loud moan, he did too. He swore right in your ear as he came, filling you up. You could feel the soreness immediately, but you didn’t complain one bit. Once he got his breathing under control, he kissed your face a hundred times and wiped your tears away.

He turned to his side and pulled you into him, eventually pulling the covers over the both of your naked bodies. You were still trembling and teary. He kissed your forehead,

“I know, I know my sweet angel.” He kissed your lips. But you were too weak to respond to his kiss. You were, however, happily, a mess. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now. You did so well.” He wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled up further into his side, moaning under your breath as you moved. “I’m sorry, sir.” You mumbled. He smiled, stroking your hair and down your back.

“I know, baby. I had to remind you that you belong to me and only me. You know now, don’t you?” he asked, kissing your forehead as you basked in his body heat.

You nodded, wrapping your own arm around his torso. His lips didn’t leave your skin as he calmed you down from the headspace you were in just minutes ago. Once you were finally down, he leaned in and gave you a deep, long, meaningful kiss.

“By the way, good morning, baby.” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss briefly. Your face got hot really fast again. Good morning indeed.

You didn’t respond, you just whined playfully and hid your face into his chest. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to give a couple more kisses.

Well, that morning had given him the answer. Guess after just over a month of meeting you and living with you, he was sure that the feelings he had been nurturing for you were here to stay. And they were very much real.

I am, undeniably, falling for you baby. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been.

 -

As time went on, things between you and Bucky only got better and better.

He was understanding. And he had this ability of switching really flawlessly and really quickly into whatever you needed him to be. On days when you’d wear your collar, he’d be the most perfect dom one can ask for. While you were at work, even when not wearing his collar, he was the most caring man ever. Always calling, and texting and being persistent in taking you out for lunch each day.

You noticed him behaving differently at home than out in public. He was much more protective over you in front of other people.

Then at home, he was much more affectionate. Even clingy at times, but you never minded. You needed him as much as he needed you. You didn’t even realized the exact moment when you were finally able to leave the past back in the past. Memories of Thor did upset you, but they no longer tormented you like they used to.

That was major progress.

Bucky noticed changes too. How you were much more playful and lively with him. How you trusted him with everything, how he didn’t have to constantly coax you into trusting him anymore. You did so naturally, like it were a habit. You were a tad more open now, and he loved it. Bucky liked seeing that you knew you were safe and cared for with him. And he loved the mischievous side of you.

Especially when you pretended like the roles were reversed.

 You and Bucky were spending one lazy Saturday afternoon in your bedroom. Limbs sprawled and tangled with one another in your bed. You were catching up on some reading while Bucky was on the phone, having a lengthy, stressful discussions with one of his assistants about how an employee messed something up pretty bad.

Eventually he got off the phone and vented to you about it.

“Unbelievable these fucking idiots! They keep fucking up and think that apologizing makes it better. It fucking doesn’t. They have no idea how much fucking money their god damn mistakes costs me, do they? Fucking assholes! I swear to God, one of these days I will fucking-,”

You cut him off, and caught him by surprise. You faked the shocked expression on your face, acting like you were livid.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” you chided. “That was six swear words in one breath! You just earned yourself at least six spanks on the butt. Turn around.” You used some of his usual words to you, mimicking his tone.

Bucky chuckled, amused. “Baby, come on, I-,”

You cut him off again. “What’s that? You’re arguing? Fine, two spanks more. Now turn around.” You faked a stern voice. He laughed and sighed, giving in.

“Fine.” He sounded giggly.

He turned around and chuckled again as you straddled his legs and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck – like he always did to you. “Good boy. Now I want you to count for me.” You whispered in his ear, like he always did to you.

He nodded. You playfully smacked his clothed butt. “Use your words.”

He chuckled. “Yes, miss.”

You smirked. “Good boy.” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he felt a chill go down his spine. Oh this is unfamiliar. But so, so good.

You lowered his sweatpants and smacked his butt cheek through his underwear. And he fought back his laughter to count along with each spank. He tried so hard to play along and not laugh, but as soon as you spanked him one last time, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He chuckled as you kissed your way up from his lower back to his neck again. “You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. No more swearing like that, you hear me?” you mimicked his ‘dom voice’ again, smirking and loving having him under you for a change.

“Yes miss. I won’t do it again, I promise.” He played along a while longer.

You giggled. “Good boy.”

And once you slid off him. He flipped the two of you around yet again, pinning you down on the bed under him again. “Had your fun, babygirl?” he asked, in that voice which could make you wet in one instant. You concluded you could never get used to it. His voice would always affect you the same way; make you weak in the knees with just a few words.

You smiled up at him. Another he loved now was that you could look him in the eyes without being shy and looking away every few seconds. He loved all the intimate moments when you two would just stare into each other’s eyes and communicate without having to speak at all. Like right now.

You giggled, circling your arms around his neck, urging him to lean in closer. “Oh very. You have a really nice butt.” You said, truthfully.

“Yeah?” Bucky was trying really hard not to laugh again. “Time to show you who’s really in control now, huh?” he began slipping his hand down your shorts but just then, the oven’s timer went off from the kitchen downstairs.

And Bucky gave you the funniest disappointed look ever, which sent you into another laughing fit.

“Oh well, would you look at that timing?” you jumped out of bed. “My pies are all done, come on.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him along as you made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

 Your pies were great, Bucky made sure you were careful when pulling the tray out and he was the first one to try it. And he hummed in appreciation, telling you you’re a great baker.

“I can’t thank you enough for letting me bake.” You took another bite. “You’re so much better than my previous master. He would never-,” you stopped talking the moment Bucky looked up from his plate with a stern look on his face.

Oh shit. Realization hit you brutally as you realized what you had just said. It was one of his rules – that you were to never mention Thor again, or call him ‘master’. Besides, it was straight up rude to compare Bucky to that man, Bucky didn’t deserve that.

You swallowed audibly as you waited for Bucky to speak up.

“Y/N?” he always called out to grab your full attention. You swallowed again, clearing your throat as you set your fork down.

“Yes, sir?”

“Playroom. Now.” he ordered. And you didn’t waste any time. You politely left the room, went upstairs and walked into the playroom. You got rid of your clothes and folded them nicely and placed them on the couch and waited by the bed.

Bucky walked in a few minutes after you. You were never scared usually. Even today you weren’t, but you were upset by the look of disappointment on his face. Oh crap. What had you done? Mr. Barnes was always nothing short of kind, and caring and loving towards you. But you just made him think that even now, you think about that brute all the time.

Or worse, now he thought that you always compared him to Thor even when you didn’t.

 Bucky kept his head down as he walked into the room. He wasn’t like this normally, he’d keep his head held high and walk in with power and authority dripping from his gait. But today, he was upset. And disappointed truly.

Was he not enough? Did you really always compare him to that excuse of a dom? Did Thor occupy your thoughts this much even now? After all this time? He thought.

Still, Bucky pushed aside all his emotions and decided to handle this situation like any other slip up from your part. His job was to correct your behavior and make sure you don’t repeat the same mistakes twice.

He cleared his throat once he approached you by the bed.

“You know why you’re here, Y/N?” he asked, his voice and demeanor a stark contrast to what it had been just minutes ago back in the kitchen and your bedroom before that.

You looked down at your feet. “Yes, sir.” You responded. I’m sorry, I know you’re disappointed in me. I didn’t mean it.

“Why?” as usual, he asked to make sure you know that he wasn’t being unfair, or using you for his own pleasure. You two were here for you, because of you.

You swallowed, trying to clear your throat. “Because I broke a promise I made to you, sir. I brought up Thor when I shouldn’t have. I was supposed to leave him in that past. And I didn’t.” You spoke, feeling even worse now that you worded it out loud.

“Right, Y/N. I want you on the bed.” he approached you, you kept your eyes on the dark wooden floor. “I won’t gag you today. I will blindfold you however.” He spoke, his voice void of any emotion. This was the least affectionate he had been in the past weeks. “You will not cum without my permission. I will try to push your limits moderately.” His voice made the hairs behind your neck rise up. Not in fear. In anything but.

He took a step back. “You may use your safe words whenever you feel the need to.” Then he added something which tugged at your heartstrings even if it shouldn’t. “And remember, use ‘winter’ to terminate everything.”

His voice was strict, and deep and clear. His was displeased, clearly. But that hurt. Winter…

No. No I don’t want this to end. I want you, please.

“I said, do you understand me, Y/N?” he asked, letting you know that he was having to repeat himself because you hadn’t been paying attention the first time.  

You tensed up just a little. “Yes, sir.”

 Something shifted in that playroom. You could tell Bucky was hurt. He didn’t talk as much, but he made sure to constantly ask you which color you were at. But other than that, nothing. He did let you know about his next actions and what he was about to do each time, given you were blindfolded. But other than that, nothing. He did give you the occasional ‘good girl’ but he sounded… hurt.

It got to a point where you zoned out, focusing on the hurt in his voice rather than your punishment.

He had you blindfolded. Tied to the bed, arms and legs tied to each bed post. He teased you with the fur flogger first, as usual – caring enough to ease you into it despite it being your punishment. Then the suede, he made you count till ten. Then he used the leather flogger, you concluded that it hurt slightly more than the rest.

He put down the flogger and you felt the bed dip on one side. Then you felt him close to you. “What color, Y/N?”

“Green, sir.” You responded.

He hummed under his breath. “I need you to relax your body for me. Don’t worry, trust me. I won’t hurt you.” he reassured you as you heard him shuffling around.

I know you won’t hurt me, but I did.

You waited for what was to come. You felt him move closer to your lower regions. Bucky kissed your hip bone. Once. Twice. You awaited the touch of his lips a third time, but instead you felt the wet, cold tip of something press against your puckered hole. You gasped and moaned the moment you felt it being pushed further into you; stretching you out pleasurably. You figured it was a plug, lathered in lube.  

You moaned the moment you felt Bucky kiss your lower belly again. “Don’t freak out, Y/N.” he paused, the plug halfway in. “What color?”

Oh please…  “Green.” You almost screamed it out. More. More please.

He pressed the plug further in you; the excess of the lube dripped down your skin, making you tremble and gasp at how cold it was and how good it felt. “Come on, take it all in like a good girl.” he urged you to keep still and let him push it in completely. You moaned when you felt the plug filling you up entirely.

Once it was snug inside you, Bucky got off the bed and stood beside it and watched you squirming. You’re breaking my heart, baby…

He reached for the riding crop, and gently smacked you on your thigh; making you yelp in surprise. You were not new to riding crops, but you were new to experiencing the riding crop and a plug at the same time.

“What color, Y/N?” he asked, then you noticed the change in his voice. He went from hurt, to teasing you again.

Oh…

Fuck… “Green, sir please.” You moaned as he smacked you right on your dripping, throbbing core. You gasped again, feeling hot all over as the tingles eventually faded into pleasure.

You heard him chuckle, then you felt a gentle smack, right on your clit. Oh… more please. You whimpered and whined; feeling your arousal flowing out of you incessantly.

“What’s one of the first things I told you, Y/N? Regarding that excuse of a man?” he was freshening up your memory. Smack. Smack. The riding crop came down rapidly twice on the same spot, on your inner thigh. You moaned.

You calmed your racing heart. “Never to talk about him, and leave him in the past because he was cruel and undeserving of me and my submission.” You answered, thankfully coherently.

“Hmm.” Another smack right on your wet folds. You whined, throwing your head back, tugging on the ropes which held you down and in place in the middle of the large bed. “And what did you do?” he asked again.

Oh fuck… “I… I spoke of him. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have called him ‘master’, or compared you to him, in no way. Good or bad. Ever. I should’ve forgotten about him.” You replied, unsure if you made any sense.

He stopped, dropped the riding crop down and climbed into bed with you. He didn’t untie you, he simply undid the blindfold. And threw that carelessly away as well. You looked up to find him looking down into your eyes. Unmoving.

Oh how you missed looking into his ocean blue eyes…

“You’re not here because you compared me to him. Or simply because you called him ‘master’.” He clarified, his tone stern. “You’re here because you’re mine.” he said, much more gentle this time. He held your chin softly. “You’re mine. I’m your dom, I give you everything. But you still think of him.” Oh… he was hurt.

“I don’t think of h-,” you earned yourself a slap right in between your legs, which only made you moan louder.

“No arguing.” He chided you, less angrily than you expected. “You seem to be unable to forget than man, is that the case?” he asked, in that voice which could bring you to your knees any time, any place.

What? No.

“No, sir. That’s not the case, I promise.” You pleaded. He was so close, but he wasn’t touching you where you needed him the most.

He scoffed. “Promise…” he spoke like he was testing the word on his tongue, and didn’t like it. “You made a promise once, a while ago, to never think about or mention that man. But you broke your promise, didn’t you?” he lazily trailed his finger up and down your wet slit. “You think our promises don’t mean shit to me?” he asked, calm and collected but you could tell he was upset.

This was the first time he used a bad word when addressing to you, in and outside the playroom. Oh Bucky… I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You couldn’t help but apologize. You meant it.

“Are you?” for a moment, you saw the hurt in his eyes. Then it was quickly replaced with an emotion you couldn’t name. “Let’s see if you mean it.”

 He lowered his pants, and settled right in between your parted, tied up legs. He gave the plug a gentle push, making sure it’s still snug inside you. His brief touch sent electricity throughout your body.

“What color?”

“Green.”

 He wasted no time. His hand reached down and he pumped his cock, rubbing it all over your dripping core in the process. You squirmed and moaned when he did so; the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your wet lips, parting them as he circled your clit gently.

You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body begging him to just take you already and make you his own. Please…please…please. You couldn’t even move, so you had to just stay there and endure his sweet torture.

Bucky pushed into you and sped up immediately. You were dripping so you welcomed him without any hesitation. He moved, rocking his hips against yours and his hand reached up to wrap around your neck gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again.

“Look at me,” he said, breathily. You did. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, huh?” he waited for a reply.

You swallowed, whining. “You are, sir.”

He leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth. “You’re mine. Do you hear me?” he spat in your mouth, earning a wanton moan out of you.

You didn’t respond as all you could focus on was the feeling of him and the plug deep inside you. Having not responded, you earned yourself a gentle smack on the cheek. “Answer me, Y/N?” he growled, keeping his hand around your throat.

“Yes, sir. I’m yours.” You managed to whisper back to him while he was balls deep in you.

He leaned into to give you a messy kiss again, pounding into you so deep that you got teary again. Not just because of the overwhelming pleasure, and the feeling of being stretched out so thoroughly. But because of all the emotions as well. Guilt, shame, love and affection for him… it was all too much.

“Sir… please.” You begged, not sure what for. Please fuck me harder? Please forgive me I didn’t mean to hurt you? Please believe me, no man makes me feel like you do and I care deeply for you?

He chuckled, slowing down just when you began whining louder. No…

“No, no. Bad girls who don’t abide by the rules and who break promises don’t get to cum so easily.” He was fighting his own need to just take you hard and fast and not stop until you both cum hard. But he had mastered control, so he slowed down easily to torture you more.

He didn’t pull out of you. He just stayed completely still. You whined and squirmed and moaned and begged. Oh you begged like you had never before. The plug, his cock, the emotions – it was a lot to handle all at once. You needed a release. You needed it badly.

Please…please…please… I’ll be good, I promise.

“Who owns you?” he asked again, wanting to make you say it despite knowing that your mind was a foggy mess.

“You do, sir.” You whimpered, your body hot and throbbing. Needy.

He chuckled again, kissing down your neck and nibbling around your breasts. He hummed, biting down on your skin, hard. He left behind a mark.

“And who fucks you so good that you almost lose your mind every time, huh?” he moved again, catching you by surprise by how deep he thrust in you.

“You do, sir…” You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it. You didn’t realize when he had removed the plug. But fuck, even the void felt good.

You tugged on the ropes, moaning wantonly, knowing you couldn’t but desperately wanting to wrap your arms around him and hold him close as he took you higher… higher…

“You’re all fucking mine, and no one else’s. You hear me?” he growled. “Mine.”

I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you. You didn’t know if you just said it mentally or verbally apologized as well.

You felt a pressure forming around your lower region, Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around his playroom. You cried out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you violently, without a warming.

Your walls clenching around his cock triggered his own orgasm. His thrust got deeper and lost their rhythm as he came right after you.

Your brain was foggy from then on. You remember bits and pieces. You remember him untying you rapidly. You remember letting go and letting him hold you. Cradling you in his arms like you were a baby. Baby…

“You’re okay, baby. You’re with me, now. I’m here.” He kissed your forehead. Or was it your lips. Did he say ‘I love you’?

Did you say you loved him back?

 Then you remember coming out of that headspace and realizing you were in the bathtub with him. Weird. This bathroom was different.

“We’re in my bathroom, baby.” he answered your question before you even asked. He took you to his bedroom after playtime?

You tried speaking but your body just felt sore. So you gave up and snuggled to the source of warmth closest to you – which was Bucky’s chest. Your head was tucked under his chin and you clung to him like a baby koala to a tree.

He ran a hand down your back, soothing you. While his other arm held you securely against his chest, your torso pressed to his. It took you a little while to reorient yourself. His loving words helped.

“You’re with me baby, don’t you worry about a thing. You’re okay, we’re okay. I’ve got you.” he repeated over and over again.

Once you recovered. Your eyes watered, just thinking back at what you did. It was unfair, to Bucky. Here he was, taking care of you and making your life better in every way. And there you were, back in the kitchen, casually comparing him to Thor like Bucky was nothing special.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, sniffling and trying your hardest to hold back your tears. You noticed something different when you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. Where’s your collar?

You pulled away from under his chin, looking at him in confusion and fear. Did he… take it back? He smiled at you and all your worries vanished.

“Don’t worry, angel. It’s right outside in my bedroom. You can wear it later.” He circled his arms around you. “Are you hurting?” he asked, leaning in for a brief kiss.

You blinked and two hot tears fell down your cheeks. He was quick to wipe them away. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite being surrounded in warm water, his body heat was your favorite warmth.

“I’m sorry.” You held back a sob.

He sighed, smiling again. “Hey, it’s over. You have nothing to apologize for, my little pearl.” He cooed, and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

He wasn’t taking you seriously, thinking you hadn’t stepped out of that headspace just yet. So you reached up and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. You kissed him deeply. He was surprised, but he kissed you back quickly. You pulled away gently after a few seconds.

“You’re not listening to me.” You said, in all seriousness. This wasn’t sub you talking to her dom, this was you talking to Bucky – the man who had taken over your entire heart.

He caught the seriousness in your voice. “Hey babe…” he was worried for a second. Had he overstepped a line? “I’m listening, go on.” He sat up straighter, with you still in his lap.

Babe…

“I’m sorry.” You finally looked up at him. His ocean blue eyes were soft, and he had a faint smile on his face. “You didn’t deserve that. What I said in the kitchen earlier, I shouldn’t have.”

He opened his mouth to oppose but you spoke up before he could. “It was wrong to even compare you to that animal. I did it so casually, without thinking. You don’t compare me to your past subs, you never even talk about them. And I never understood why.” you paused. “I do now.”

He looked at you, silently asking ‘why?’

You cupped his face in your hands. “Because be it good or bad, people from our past have no room here between us. They’re in the past for a reason. Now I’m here, with you. And that’s all that matters. My past doms, your past subs, they don’t belong here in our present anymore. They shouldn’t be.”

You kept going. “It’s not about, comparing you to him. It’s about him in general. Thor is my past, and from here on now, that’s where he’ll remain. He has no room here.” You were tearing up again. “You mean so much to me. I need you to know that. I know I don’t say it often, but you should know that. You’re the only one I want, and need.”

I love you. I’m sure of it now. I love you. You wanted to add, but didn’t.

Bucky’s lips parted. This was probably the most intimate, heartfelt thing anyone had ever told him. It took him a moment to process it all.

“Oh baby…” he pulled you in for a hug. You laid your head on his shoulder and cried. “Shh, hey calm down angel. I’ve got you. I’m so happy you finally got what I meant by that. I probably should’ve worded it a little better to begin with.” he calmed you down. “Baby, look at me.”

You pulled away and looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just leaned in for a sweet kiss. And pulled away a few seconds later.

“You never asked me about that before?” he sounded much relieved that earlier. And he was.

“About what?” you questioned.

He took a breath. “About my past subs.”

Well, since you were pouring your hearts out today… “Is there anything you wish to tell me?” you asked, genuinely thinking you were ready for whatever he was about to tell you.

He smiled. Not his usual charming smile, but a sad one. “I wish to tell you why she left.”

Huh? You couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their lives with Bucky. Your silence gave him a green light to continue.

“Her limits and mine weren’t compatible. We, weren’t compatible. Her tastes were… intense. And I couldn’t give her enough. Because certain things she preferred made me uncomfortable. And I was hesitant to even experiment.”

He paused. He was letting you see a side of him no one’s ever seen before. His vulnerable side. And he didn’t even know why he chose right here right now to pour his heart out. He looked up again, and stared into your eyes.

He continued. “So one day, she up and left. Telling me I was not good enough, and never will be.” You felt a weight on your chest at his words. “Telling me I wasn’t ‘dominant’ enough. And I was, and I quote, too soft and too cowardly to be a dom.” He paused. “End quote.” He smiled. That same, sad smile.

Oh…

He continued. “I sort of gave up after she left, thinking she might have been right. I was alone for years, I was incomplete. I didn’t want to change how I was either, because…” he trailed off, searching for the right thing to say. “Because that’s not me.” He sounded so vulnerable and he was aware. But he felt the need to tell you, there was no need to hide anything from you.

But then he looked into your eyes again, and his face lit up. “But then I found you.” He didn’t have to say anything else after that. You understood.

You leaned in for a hug. “Well,” you sniffled as you hugged him tightly. “She’s just mean. You’re perfect. More than perfect. You’re good to me. You’re caring, and loving and kind, and polite.” You pulled away and saw a genuine smile on his face. “You’re the best dom ever. And if it makes you feel any better, your voice alone makes me want to drop to my knees and serve you however you’d like.”

He chuckled. Then laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. “That makes me feel loads better.” He mumbled playfully against your mouth. You giggled and kissed him again.

 You two stayed in the bath until the water got cold. He helped you in stepping out of it, dried you with a towel, and wrapped you in a warm, fluffy robe.

“Stay with me tonight.” He said, once you stepped out of the bathroom and inside his bedroom.

“You mean, sleep in your bed?” you asked, just to confirm.

This was new. He nodded. “Please, baby?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

 You got in bed together, naked under the covers. You talked for a while longer, and laughed at each other’s terrible jokes. You talked about your work, and co-workers you don’t particularly like or find rude. And he talked about his work, and how he hates certain clients and stuck up business partners.

The conversation flowed effortlessly.

He held you against him, spooning you; he knew you were tired after playtime so he kissed and cuddled you until you fell asleep. He didn’t drift off to sleep right away though. He was up, thinking…

At some point he looked down and gave you a kiss on your forehead. Then he saw it, you had left your collar on the bedside table. Right now, in his arms, wasn’t just his sub. It was you.

Fuck. He realized. He was in love.

 -

Everything was going smoothly. Your relationship with Bucky was healthy, and satisfying to both of you. You had gotten comfortable with wearing his collar out, not for work but other places, and it filled him with pride and adoration when he saw you wearing it proudly out in public.

Things were great between you two. You learnt more and more about him. And him, you. There was never a time when you felt disrespected, or any less than an absolute priority to Bucky. Not even in his playroom, when he was controlling your very being and using your submission to please both of you.

You even caught yourself smiling at the thought of your very caring, very affectionate dominant throughout the day at work. And your heart constantly reminded you that you were falling for him, uncontrollably. How could you not? He was everything one can look for in a partner.

You could see your relationship with Bucky taking a beautiful, beautiful turn. He could see it too, even though neither of you commented on it. He just waited for the day he could finally tell you how he feels. And that day wasn’t too far.

After that day, after that talk in his bathtub, things changed. For the better. You hadn’t confessed to each other yet, but you two sure acted like lovers – not just dom and sub.

Things were great.

But, there was one problem.

Bucky had been safeguarding a secret since the day you first met. Since the day he brought you and welcomed you warmly into his home and his life. And one way or another, that secret would be out someday, he dreaded it – knowing it would break both you and him. Potentially breaking you apart for good.

And he didn’t know it would all happen so quickly. He didn’t know that one day, much sooner than he expected, the secret would be out so brutally that neither of you expected it.

[pure-kirarin]

More than friends : Koby x f!reader

A/N : Okay, I am just obsessed with Koby and there aren’t many scenarios with him so thought I might over indulge and write something. 

Overview: You and Koby were childhood friends but haven’t met in four years...

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« - I am coming ! »

You get out of your room, wondering who was paying you a visit so late. You open the door slowly, carefully, only to discover a man in a marine uniform. You narrowed your eyes, scanning his familiar silhouette. Pink hair, gentle eyes, it could only be...him. You put your hand on your lips, retaining a shriek of surprise. Whenever you thought of Koby, you were only met by the image of the small child that you used to play the pirate and the marine with. The person you had in front of you now was nothing like that child, it was different, but the eyes were the same.

-It has been such a long time, (Y/N)-san. I am sorry that I didn't tell you in advance, I wanted to keep it as a surprise. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck.

-Koby-san !

You try to hold your excitement, feeling as if you were in a dream. You two haven't seen each other in more than four years. Four years of solitude. You only heard that he has joined the marines two years ago, and that's how you kept in touch by exchanging letters.

-Please get in. You say, opening the door a bit wider so he can get inside. You notice now that he grew way taller than you. To say that you used to tease him about his height...You couln't retain a smile while taking his coat, asking him to get comfortable.

-I hope that I am not bothering you. I didn't think much before coming. I was on duty on the island and-...

-Why are you acting like we are strangers ? You can come whenever you want. I am...really happy that you did.

You were a little embarrassed since you weren't used to seeing him in person. It's true that you both exchanged long letters in which Koby described his marine life to you, but being next to him, right now...Made you feel like you were meeting for the first time. He on the other hand, seemed more assured, nothing like the self conscious little boy that you used to know but so similar at the same time.

-I am happy too. You have changed a lot, (Y/N)-san. He says with a little smile.

-Says who ! You are taller than me now. You say with a pouty face. Wait for me in my room, you point to the door with a hand gesture, I will bring some tea.

Koby makes himself comfortable. It was also now a strange feeling for him. The feeling of having always been there for you through words but also one of being strangers. He takes a sit and first thing he notices is a pile of letters next to your bed ; his letters ? He smiles at the sight. Koby has always been extremely moved by how much effort you put into keeping in touch. When he received your first letter after he joined the marine, he was surprised that you still remembered him and that you even wrote him. None of his childhood friends have done that, but you did. He still remembers your shaky handwriting, the same flowry paper that you always use and the very first words that you wrote ;

« Dear Koby-san,

I am not sure if you remember me but I am (Y/N),

we used to play together when we were kids. »

Of course he did remember. He even recalls the happiness of having someone write to him almost religiously. You never missed a holiday, a birthday, anything. Anytime something will show up about the marines in a newspaper you would write to him to make sure that he was doing alright. He chuckles when he thinks about Helmeppo asking if these letters were from his mom.

Your words were always there when he needed someone, encouraging when he lost confidence, entertaining in the long lonely nights, a clutch, a breeze of innocence in his world.

Your silhouette shows by the frame of the door, ruddy cheeks, shaky hands, noticing the scattered letters on the night stand. You put the plate on the table and hide away the letters in a drawer under his amused gaze, he didn't recall you being so shy. You take place next to him, pouring black tea in porcelain cups. He looks at your shaky hands and says ;

-You used to hate black tea.

-I am not a little girl anymore. I can have tea now ! You hand him the cup with a wide smile. Him remembering small details about you put your heart ablaze. He brings the cup to his lips and you just simply add ;

-You drink it without sugar now.

-I guess that changed too.

He inexpected you more in details, it was true that you were also far from the little girl that he knew. Actually, he surprised himself quite a few times imagining your face through your words but it was nothing like the woman that he had next to him. He gets a little distabilized by that thought, and you look at him with big eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking about.

-You looked so cool in that uniform Koby-san... ! I am sure that you will become soon an admiral !

You said, trying to make the atmosphere a bit lighter, making him choke on his tea and say while waving his hand in front of his face

-I still have a way to go ! (Y/N)-san !

-You will be there in no time ! I am sure. You laugh lightly. Then, you tell him to wait for a second before taking a book out of your drawyer and putting it on your legs. Look what I have found last time by the way !

He looks at the book with an interested face before you open it. It was an old photo album with yellowish pages. Inside, there were many photographs of you. He remembers the girl-child with full cheeks and a contagious smile that was now imprinted on his lips. You turn the pages and then stop pointing at a picture of the both of you ; Him dressed up as a marine boy and you wearing a red-like cape, how old were you ? 8 probably ? You smile at that memory and say ;

-I really miss those days ! You were so cute, and you had such big cheeks. I'm sad that I can't pinch them anymore now !

Koby blushes and tries to take the picture off you hand but you hold it above your head before jumping on your feet like a kitten ;

-(Y/N)-san ! That's so...give it back. His voice was adorable,

-What ? Are you embarrassed now ?

-No it's just..

-Hehe ! Don't tell me that you are too shy ? You say with a playful voice.

Koby gets up and holds you by the wrist, you get a bit surprised but then you try to move your hand away from him, teasing him further. However, you didn't expect the man to have this much force and you fall back on your bed, making him lose balance as well. You open your eyes only to discover that Koby was now on top of you, your hand letting the picture go and fall on the ground. He lets go of your wrist and you both look deeply into each others eyes, distabilized by the sudden proximity. The proximity and the heat of the moment made you remember that he will only be spending a few hours in your presence. Your heart started beating fast thinking that it was your only chance to tell him what you have hidden for so long. You didn't want to do it like a coward, you didn't want to have hopes for the next four years, who knows when you will be able to meet again ?

« I want to be more than friends, Koby. »

Your words were fast, blunt, surprising. Koby wasn't able to process what was happening, you just went from zero to nine. You were always that way, so random, impredictible, always acting on the heat of the moment ;

- I am going to kiss you now. You whisper.

- huh ?

You didn't wait for him, you took his hand in yours, it was warm and a bit moist, was he as stressed as you were ? You closed your eyes, intoxicated by his smell ; a mixture of soap and cologne. At first, he didn't know what to do, feeling your soft lips just brushing against his. He stayed inert for a second then, he instinctively pinned your wrists by each side of your head, firmly yet gently. You let yourself go, you let yourself get guided by the weight of his body, engraving every single moment in your memory. I don't want to let go of him...You were eager, not willing to let go, you kissed him passionately as if you tried to pour all your love in that gesture. His mind was a wreck, his head was clouded, he has never thought that he wanted to kiss you that much , that you both needed it. When the kiss had to come to an end, Koby separated your lips, rosy cheeks, eyes meeting yours, half open. You held him by the collar, bringing him closer, an ocean of yearning mirrored in your irises.

-I kissed you anyways...

This time, it was him closing the gap between your lips. It was different, rougher, desperate, teeth tugging at his lower lip. One hand got lost in his hair while the other one rested on his chest, surprised to discover how fast it was beating, almost as fast as yours.

-(Y/N)-san... He says puzzled, not understanding how things turned up this way that quickly, nor what he was feeling at that moment and why he enjoyed it so much.

-..I...I wanted to...I have always liked you, Koby-san...That's why I...I looked for you everywhere...I want more...Than just friends.

Looking at you so fragile under his body made his heart melt. Nobody has ever waited for him for that long. He thought about the times that your words have cheered him up and about the times that you spent together as kids. He even thought about the promise that you have both exchanged, one day, in your yard. His hand brushes your cheek softly ;

-You still remember our promise then...He says.

Could it be ? What was just despair in your eyes turned into hope. You nodded, now encercling his chest holding him closer ;

-Then hurry up and become an admiral...

You said, remembering that hot summer day, eight years ago, a day when you promised that you'd marry Koby when he becomes an admiral.