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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Corey C. from the call center (one shot)

Words: 4.5k | Corey Cunningham 🥹 x Fem!Reader

Sub!Corey,kinda. Shy, brooding, meowmeow!Corey, post-accident, pre-Michael.

Summary: You start talking to Corey when he's working at the call center and you call in. You invite him over for Halloween 💕. [In Halloween Ends, Corey's mother threatens to send him back to work at the call center when she thinks he was injured at Prevo]

You take Corey’s jacket and for the first time see his strong, expansive chest. He notices you noticing, and he assumes he has something on his shirt. He looks down at himself and brushes nothing off his chest then smiles shyly and tucks a wild curl behind his ear. You welcome him to sit on the couch with you. He sits upright, awkwardly. You can tell he's going to need some encouragement.

18+ EXPLICIT

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You recently moved into your own little house. It’s the first time you’ve lived on your own, and you’re far from where home used to be. Right after college, you lived with a partner who would call the landline every day after you got off work to make sure you came straight home. When that ended, you stayed with family for a while, then moved to Haddonfield for a fresh start. The weather felt cold and bleak at first, compared to the deep South, but the town seemed to have a real sense of community, almost like perfect strangers were trauma-bonded.

Still, you haven’t been fast to make friends, and sometimes you’re lonely. You initially moved in with a roommate, but she moved in with a boyfriend and you hadn’t been able to find a new one. Instead, you move into a little duplex you can afford on your own.

Your internet hasn’t exactly been reliable, and you’re still getting used to managing your own utilities. You haven’t called for help yet because the prospect of it overwhelms you, but you get tired of rebooting the router and finally call your internet service provider to troubleshoot your connection.

You reach a polite young man named Corey C. Corey has a deep, sexy voice and a Northern accent. Northern accents are super hot to you the same way a foreign accent might be hot to someone else.

“Can I get your phone number in case we get disconnected?” You give it to him.

“Tell me about why you’re calling today.” He follows the script, you give him the answers.

“I lost the internet.”

“Are you near your router? Can you tell me which lights are blinking?” You tell him you don’t know what the lights are and he guides you through light by light. You aren’t really listening, you just savor the sound of his voice. You could listen to Corey C. talk forever.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you there?”

“Yes, sorry. The top one is blinking orange.”

“Okay, I can reset the connection from here, it’ll just take a minute to reboot, okay?”

“Sure.” It’s refreshing how sweet and patient he is. You were nervous to call for help, and he’s made it easy and even enjoyable.

“I’ll stay on the line to make sure it works, okay?” You already want to hug him. Sometimes you still feel so alone, and even though he;s just helping you through this tiny problem in the big scheme of things, it feels good to have someone sound like they’re actually there for you.

“Sounds good,” you say. “How’s your day going?”

He sighs. “You know, it’s just another day.” Something sounds so sad in his voice.

“Awww”

“Actually, you’re the first nice customer I’ve had all day.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“That’s alright, it’s just the job. How’s your day?”

“Oh, fine, not too interesting. I was just streaming Euphoria when I lost connection.”

“Sorry about that. How is that, by the way?”

“Oh it’s awesome, you should watch it.”

“I don’t have Showtime, but it looks really good.”

“You have an amazing voice, by the way, sorry if that’s weird, I just had to tell you.”

“Uh, heh, well, thanks.” You can practically hear him blushing

“Do you get that a lot?”

“Um, no, not really, most people are just annoyed. Their internet is out or their bill is too high.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun, sorry.”

“Well, it’s a job, my mom got it for me, so I could save for college.”

“Oh, are you still in high school?” He doesn’t sound young, but you feel like you have to ask.

“Oh, no, no, I go to community college, I’m just saving up for engineering school.”

“Well, you’re good at your job, Corey C. You’re patient and kind, and hey, it looks like you already fixed my issue.”

“Oh, heh, you can just call me Corey.”

“Okay Corey,” you smile.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“No, I think that’s all for today. I hope your day gets better.”

“Thanks. You’re nice. Give us a call back if you need anything else, okay?”

You wish you could talk to him longer, but you let him go and give him five stars on the customer service survey.

For the rest of the day, you can’t get his hot voice out of your head. He’s earnest and sad and that just makes you feel more connected to him. The whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield, you’ve felt like an outsider. It’s almost like people wonder why anyone would move to Haddonfield after 2018, and they never quite let you in. You hear something similar in Corey’s voice. You hate the thought of him getting yelled at all day.

A few days later, you have the same issue and get Corey C. again when you call. He remembers you. You make conversation again, and at the end he says “It was nice talking to you, really.”

The day after that, you call back just because, and you ask for Corey C. by name. He’s about to go eat his lunch. You talk about your favorite foods and drinks.

Each time you call, you pretend there's an issue and give him five stars. Corey tells you he's switching to a later shift and gives you his extension. The late shift is pretty dead sometimes, so if you're ever bored you could give him a call. Now you have his extension.

You're listening to WURG in the car, and Willie the Kid is on about how Corey Cunningham is a killer. Corey Cunningham. You always felt bad for him, but hadn't thought about him since you started talking to Corey C. on the phone.

You go on YouTube to try to find old CourtTV footage, and there it is, that deep sexy voice. You didn't know Corey Cunningham was hot. You had a feeling Corey C. was though.

Corey's hot voice paired with his sweet curly hair and glasses and the way he can barely make eye contact really pulls at your heart. You also can't help but notice the way his prison garb hugs his body, and his thick neck, and his Adam's apple when he gulpsl.

He's a gruff, sexy hunk of man wrapped around the sweetest saddest package and you just want to squeeze him.

You call Corey on the late shift. can talk until he has another customer. You talk about your favorite holidays. Yours is Halloween but he doesn't like it. You ask him his story and he tells you his full name and says you probably already know it. “It’s cool if you have to go,” he adds, sadly. You don’t, of course.

You come clean about hearing his name on the radio and looking him up. He doesn't mind. He’s just relieved you still want to talk to him. You tell him your full name and story, too. You tell him things you hadn't ever told anyone else before. He tells you about his home life. You tell him how you came from a similar situation - in terms of feeling controlled and unable to live your life. You talk for hours. He only has one customer and calls you back after.

You call back the next night.

"I wasn't sure you'd ever call back again," he says. “After getting to know me more, I mean.”

Your heart hurts. "I called back especially after getting to know you. I wanna get to know you even more, now."

"Yeah? What do you want to know?"

"Do you have friends? A girlfriend?"

"Not really"

"No girlfriend, really?"

"No. The past couple years have been - it’s been tough. I wouldn’t want anyone to deal with this. Plus, you know, I still live with my Mom.”

"Well. You're sweet. And cute, you know that, right?" Secretly, you suspect he doesn't.

"Heh. You don't have to say that.”

"Really. Very huggable, too. I just want to squeeze you"

"You do?" You wonder if he was even hugged as a child.

"Yeah, is that weird?"

"No, not at all. Just unusual. I mean, I can't remember my last hug. Is that messed up?”

He has another customer, but you tell him to text you later. You know he already has your phone number from your file.

You text throughout the week, and sometimes you talk on the phone because you like to hear his voice, still. As Halloween approaches you worry about him, especially because it sounds like Joan has been acting even crazier now that he’s working a later shift. Everything you learn about him intrigues you more. He doesn’t drive. He rides a bike. He trespasses and hangs out at abandoned, bleak locations a lot. He never really had a dad, but his stepfather is cool.

Even pathetic things – like his mom still doing his laundry – only make you feel closer to him.

Knowing how traumatic Halloween must be for him, you invite him over to spend the evening with you. The whole night, if he wants.

Halloween

You watch your niece while her parents go to a Halloween dinner party and your sister picks her up right before Corey's shift ends. The flow of trick-or-treaters tapers off. When the doorbell rings, your heart races.

You answer the door and almost don't recognize Corey. He looks so much bigger in person. His hair is darker, too. He's wearing a brown corduroy jacket, black and green flannel shirt, and black jeans that are too big. His glasses are different. Round, wire rim. He's wearing old white sneakers. His bike is on a kick-stand behind him. His curly hair is wild from the wind. He’s even more unassuming and huggable than you imagined. “Hiiii Corey,” you say. You can’t believe he’s really here. Your heart is fluttering. “You can park your bike on the porch.” You get the bowl of candy and set it out on the porch for any late trick-or-treaters as he parks his bike.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me,” he says. His voice is even nicer in person.

You hold your arms out for a hug before he's even in the door. He walks into you with his arms hesitantly outstretched and you curl your arms under his. His big corduroy arms wrap around you like a blanket, loosely at first, then you squeeze him around the waist and inhale, and he gives you the bear hug you really wanted. His shirt smells like a wood shop. His jacket has a faint hint of smoke. And his skin - his thick, masculine neck, smells freshly showered, minty.

You invite him in and lock the door behind him. You have a big leather sofa with an oversized plush ottoman. Your TV is mounted on the opposite wall. You’re going to watch Black Christmas and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

He faces the tv and you face him with your feet up on the couch. You tuck your feet under his muscular thigh. He puts his large hand on your foot and stretches his big feet out onto the ottoman. After twenty minutes like this, you say “Can I have another hug? The first one’s wearing off” and smile

"Come here," he says, smiling shyly and extending his arm. He's finally relaxing.

You settle in next to him, hugging him from the side, inhaling his masculine, minty woodshop smell. He strokes your arm.

Your skin is hungry for his. You can't get close enough to him. The closer you are, the closer you need to be. You already have your arms wrapped all the way around him, and his arms over yours, and you still don't feel close enough. It's like your body has a magnetic need to be all the way around his. Like an affectionate, emotional horniness.

"Wanna lie down?" you ask? "On your back." You wonder if that was too direct, but he takes off his glasses, then does it.

He lies there, watching you curiously. You climb on top of him, straddling his sturdy hips with your legs, and you slip your hands under his large arms. You hug and squeeze him like a koala. "Can I stay like this?" You ask. “Like forever?”

He laughs softly at you. "Yeah, you can stay like that," he says softly. You love feeling his voice through his chest. “I like it. Do you want to watch the movie like this?"

"Yeah," you say. You haven’t been this close to anyone the whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield.

He’s very strong and solidly built, but not overly cut, which you love. He’s unassuming and comfortable to lie on. He’s perfect. Your head is against his soft flannel chest, rising and falling with his breaths, listening to his heart pound. Your knees are to either side of his hips. You're straddling his meaty thighs and it's a stretch. Your crotch is just below his, but they would be aligned if you got out of your koala posture. You scoot your knees back a little. You’re very comfortable. His hand comes to your head and strokes your hair. Your eyelids are heavy.

"You're really pretty, you know," he says as your breathing grows steady and falls in rhythm with his against his chest. Your heart swells.

His belt buckle digs into you. You pull your head up for a second and touch his belt buckle and say "can I?" He blushes and nods. You feel his cock twitch under your arm as you unfasten it and slide out the leather.

As hot as he is, your awareness of his cock doesn’t distract you from your primary desire at the moment, which is just to be close to him. You're so overwhelmed with affection for him that your number one priority is to hug him forever and never let him go and never let anyone hurt him again. You pull a thick blanket over both of you and doze off top of him.

***

When the movie ends, you wake up in the same position. You look up at Corey and he's asleep. You stretch out so you’re more parallel to him and lie on top of him with one of your legs falling between his. Your hunger for affection is actively being satisfied, and now a different hunger stirs in your core.

He looks so peaceful. He stirs and you kiss him on the cheek, then the neck, then you lock eyes and kiss him on the mouth. His soft lips embrace yours. As he kisses you tenderly, you begin to unbutton his flannel shirt. You feel him harden against your thigh and your clit is screaming for you to grind against him but you don't want to make any sudden moves. You can take the lead if you have to, but want to savor every moment and resist the urge to rush things. You kiss affectionately as you finish unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, you’re twitching with need for him.

You spread your hands out, fingers wide, and trace his pecs through his tight, thin undershirt. His breathing changes when your palms graze his nipples and you feel him twitch against your thigh. He sits up on his elbows and you back off to give him room. He takes his arms out of the flannel sleeves, revealing how his thick arms fill his thin undershirt.

Corey looks like he’s trying to read your face like a book as he drops the flannel shirt to the floor. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you slide your hands under his white cotton shirt. His skin is smooth and warm under your fingers. You meet his eyes with a hopeful look. He helps you remove the shirt, then he lies back down and opens his arms for you.

You take off your own sweater, and before laying back down on him, you take a moment to appreciate his bare chest. His skin is pale and smooth and warm. You hug him again like you were, with your cheek now resting on his bare, warm chest. One hand strokes your hair while the other caresses your back. His large fingers graze over your bra strap repeatedly, and you take that as his way of asking you to remove it, so you do. His face flushes and you smile. His eyes look back and forth between your nipples as you bring your chest to his. There’s a magnetism between your bare torsos as they meet and your breasts flatten against him. He rests his arms on top of you and strokes your skin. You kiss his neck, then his cheek, then his mouth, and you’re making out again.

You take in the feeling of his lips against yours, his skin against yours. Your chests and arms together feel like they should never come apart. You could stay like this for hours, do nothing else, and still consider it a good night, but you want all of him against all of you. When you look him in the eyes, you’re certain he wants the same.

“Your skin feels so good,” he whispers.

“Yours too. I want to feel all of it.”

He slips a hand in between the two of you and you lift yourself up to give him some room. Large knuckles graze your skin as he unbuttons, then unzips his pants. You scoot yourself down toward his feet and begin to slowly remove his jeans, pulling from the ankles. His briefs start to come with them, revealing some red pubic hair. He doesn’t pull the briefs back up. He’s breathing slowly, deliberately. His thighs are muscular and fade from white to tan. His legs have soft, auburn hair and a few scars lighter than his skin. His feet are huge. You leave his socks on. You almost can’t believe how lucky you are to have him here in your house.

You lie down again, cradled by a large arm, slowly squirm out of your joggers - you weren’t wearing any underwear to take off. He watches you while you’re nestled against him. Your entire naked body now lies against him. He takes his free hand and nudges his briefs down a little more and you help him slowly pull them off with your hand, then your toes, not wanting to leave his side again. He raises his knees one at a time to help. You don’t look directly at his cock but you see enough to know it’s thick and getting thicker.

You’re both nude. The room is just chilly enough that your body heat together will be enough. You pull the blanket up so only your heads peek outside it. You’re cuddled up so close you’re like one body with two heads. You hook your bare leg over one of his and nestle comfortably against him. You reach down and remove one of your socks, then use the toes of that foot to remove your other sock. You slip your big toe into the hem of his sock and he lets you remove them one by one and he giggles when it tickles.

As you play footsie, you feel his cock harden against your leg, and you feel yourself moistening against his strong, hairy thigh. The contiguity of your bodies is intoxicating - the magnetism of his warm skin against yours.

He kisses you softly on the forehead, then on the lips. You close your eyes and inhale through your nose as you kiss, feeling his arms around you. You’re cosmically absorbing him into yourself and at the same time transmitting yourself into him. You want all his feelings and his fears and his trauma and his problems. You want both of you to carry them and yours together as one.

His cock swells against you and his pelvis pushes into your leg and he whispers "sorry."

It stirs you from your affectionate stupor and you whisper back, "don't be. It's natural." You bend your knee and spread your legs, shifting yourself so his hardness is nestled against your warmth. "And I like it," you add. “I want more,” you purr. He takes a deep breath.

Corey’s expansive hands glide over your arms and his thick arms wrap around you tighter. His hot, stiff, member rubs against your warmth. You grind against him, bury your nose in his armpit, and inhale slowly. Your nipples harden as his musk fills your nostrils.

He kisses the top of your head. You look and he bows his head, a wild curl falling in his forehead, and his lips meet yours. He pushes his rock-hard length against you harder as you kiss, and you feel pre-cum. You tilt your hips, slickening his shaft. He softly moans and pulses rhythmically there. You badly want to be filled by him. Your body inches upward on his. Your legs spread for more direct contact and you grind your clit hard against his shaft. You drag your warm, wet cunt against him. Your hips tilt, offering your entrance if he wants to take it.

The wet, swollen head of his cock slides against your folds and nuzzles at your soaking wet entrance. You truly ache for him. You feel the pain not only in your throbbing cunt but in your head and in your chest.

His cockhead nudges your entrance and you whisper “yes.”

His hips rotate upward and the head of his cock pushes into you, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in your core. He sighs. He inches further into you, pleasantly stretching your cunt. Time stands still. You feel his cock pulse and your hips start to move on their own. As you roll into him, his hips jolt up, plunging his whole length into you.

It takes your breath away. You’ve never felt happier than this moment. He sighs and you gasp as pleasure shoots through your spine and spreads to your nipples, your thighs, all your skin against his. Your eyes feel weak like you might cry.

Corey is still for a moment, both of you savoring the first moment his length was sheathed entirely in your warm, wet cunt. You breathe with him, feeling your skin against his, your cunt around his cock. You feel him pulse inside you, then he pulls back a few inches before thrusting into you harder. He shudders as he fills you again. Your chest is hot against his. Your arms curl under his and his thick fingers dig into the smooth skin of your back.

You bring your knees up and hug him like a koala again, rolling your hips into his, your throbbing clit rubbing against his pelvis, savoring the perfect feeling of his length inside you. Your body has a mind of its own now. Your hips let his shaft halfway out, then lower yourself back down hard, and repeat. You drag your breasts down his chest a few inches then sit up. He marvels at your body and his hands come to your hips as you ride him. He reaches for a breast and your nipple hardens against his wide palm. Your pace quickens.

Corey’s face is flushed and his eyes are dark. His dark eyes sparkle as they gaze into yours. His lips are slightly parted. “You’re so beautiful,” he says in a low, gruff voice. “I love being inside you.”

“I love it too,” you say as you keep riding him. He closes his eyes and you watch his hot Adam’s apple as he swallows. His breathing gets heavier. His hands go from your breasts to your sides then beg you closer against him. You kiss him deeply as you lower your breasts to his chest. His lips are soft and plush but they kiss you hard this time, invading your mouth with his strong tongue, sucking you into him, consuming you as you ride him.

Your hard nipple grazes against his and he softly moans into your mouth. His hips rise and you slowly stop riding him, hovering half-on his cock, begging his hips upward into yours. He thrusts upward into you and begins fucking you from the bottom and your cunt clenches around him. You both breathe heavily against each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s breath.

He starts to say something, “I–” but his own moan cuts him off. You sense he’s about to come and as much as you want his hot seed to fill you up, you want to swallow it even more. You want your body to digest him, millions of little versions of him, take little bits of him and turn them into you and you into him.

Your cunt is clenched around him but you beg it to release. You lift your hips and slowly let his swollen cock slide out. It’s ready to burst. You grab it in your soft hand and scoot quickly down his legs, then bring your lips to the head of his cock. You suck the head of his salty cock then open your jaw to slide your lips down his girth. Your strong tongue massages him and you suck from the back of your throat. He strokes your hair and groans and says he’s going to come.

His hips tense as his cock releases a huge salty load into your throat in waves. You seal your lips around his shaft, not wanting to waste any of it at all. You swallow after every pump, still sealed round his shaft. Then, once he’s empty, you gently slide your lips off and replace them with your gentle hand, wanting to protect him from the cold as he deflates.

He sits up and kisses you frantically, pushing you down onto the opposite end of the couch so you’re on the bottom. His huge hand engulfs your cunt and his lips come to your nipple, then your neck. His middle three fingers massage your aching clit and your hips roll up into his huge hand. You can tell he’s desperate to make you come. It won’t take much. He begins to move his hand to your thighs, and you sense he’s getting ready to bury his head between your legs, but you’re too close to let him break contact. You grab his wrist and force him to stay.

His lips come back to your neck and he sucks you hard, biting you lightly, as his soaking wet hand pleasures you rhythmically. You feel the blood in your neck rising to the surface of your delicate skin. Just a few more seconds and your back arches as pleasure shoots through your core, seizing your entire body, and through your final waves, you moan “Corey, Oh, Corey,” and your eyes well up, and his eyes water too as he kisses your lips again. You collapse and hug him into you, on top of you.

Corey nuzzles his curls into your neck and the skin of your chest tingles against his. Your insides buzz with his cum inside you. You would be content to stay like this all night. Preferably every night.

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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4, 8, 12, 19, 20

OMGGGGG ILY THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

(Currently 3AM here how about there?)

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

- haha shiiiit~ a lot. I come back to my drafts every other hour/half hour and most of which are chapters of series or scenarios. BUT if I were to count them (including chapters that are already completed and ready to be posted), I would say around… 15-25 WIPs? Yeah. I’m batshit.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

It really depends on my mood 😫 As I said before, I make things out of pure enjoyment. I’m refraining from posting more social media snapshots of dad!F1 drivers because I feel like I’m just being lazy doing that. I do love me some dad!F1 drivers tho!

But right now, I’m trying to get back to the Hearth Sisters universe groove! That means I’m trying to find inspiration for the Toto Wolff series (Colour Me Your Colour), Max Verstappen series (To Loathe and To Love) and potentially more dad!Charles scenario (About Names)

Another thing I’m working to get back on would be the Honey Honey series! I feel like I haven’t been inspired to write/make posts about that LN4 series so now it’s my break… yeah.

OH! And yeah more dad!F1 fics! The chances of me posting standalone scenarios for F1 drivers as dads are higher than the chances of flooding your timeline with series chapters LOOOOL!

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

I’ve only made two playlists for two series that I’ve made!

HONEY, HONEY! LN4

TO LOATHE AND TO LOVE — MV33

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I’ll give you two eheh

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FROM ABOUT NAMES || CL16 SCENARIO (3)

“It only makes sense,” Aimee shrugged. “Since either of us are presenting to his peers and their other guardians— why don’t we talk about his names?”

The Ferrari driver thought about it for a moment. His sons and their names meant a lot for the couple, with them being named after people that meant so much — people that both Charles and Aimee looked up to.

Sacha ‘PJ’ Leclerc, much like his brothers, was named after the people that gave meaning to Charles and Aimee’s relationship and their lives way before the kids came along. It only makes sense that the couple answer the questions of who were the kids named after.

Especially when PJ’s teacher, Julie, grew curious about the boy’s nickname. His name was Sacha yet the adults called him PJ— why?

“Okay,” Charles nodded, “we can do that.”

“One condition,” Charles continued, making Aimee nod.

His slight scowl was mimicked by little Alain as Charles spoke, “I’m not messing with the glitter glues.”

“No gwue!” Alain exclaimed as if he struggled with the glittery sticky material before.

…

FROM PRIDE AND PETTINESS || JB22 SCENARIO (2)

SILVERSTONE GP 2005

I haven’t seen someone as excited to see me as Jenson Button. At first, I thought I wasn’t planning to head back to the race any time soon but because of my manager’s insistence — in her words, “You are Britain’s best darling!” — I attended the race in England once more.

Of course, I haven’t lost contact with Jenson. His insistence of “keeping contact” wasn’t anything harmful — and so I just went with it. Except I only kept my emails and responses to a minimum as he continued to pester me. Seeing him in the race once more certainly made my stomach flutter— he was just as handsome as I’d seen him last year.

What he told me however was surprising. He was invited to the event for the Pride & Prejudice premiere. He said this with his usual irritatingly handsome smile. I’ve never been in such a tizzy feeling before… at least until now that I’ve met him.

God. I’ve never been so whipped over a man before. He’s irritating, indeed, but he’s making me want him more. Not that I’ll ever allow my heart to break just like that. In fact, maybe he should work on it.

Our encounter after the race was what had everyone going mad. After all, it wasn’t every day they got to hear a man and a woman talk like they’d known each other for a long time despite only knowing each other through emails.

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

I have a thing for alliteration. Like same sound or letter at the beginning of every word in the sentence and all? Yeah. I love me some alliteration. So I would say my favourite title came from my Sebastian Vettel fic, “Sebastian and Sons (& Soufflés)”

Special mentions: Oscar Piastri SMAU series (Jollibee, Madrid and All That Romance Fiasco), “Daddy, Debriefed!” Series (The Leclerc Daycare & The Hamilton Daycare), Something Sinful Series (F1 smut!)

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akaraboonline · 2 years ago

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Where Does That Leave Me If I'm Not A Hookup Chick Or A Relationship Girl?

At my age, everyone around me seems to fall into one of two categories: relationship females or hookup chicks. Some people joyfully commit to their partners and have been together for years, while others are wildly, joyously dancing from guy to guy as they enter their 20s. Although I find both types admirable, I have some difficulty because I don't feel like I belong into either. Where Does That Leave Me If I'm Not A Hookup Chick Or A Relationship Girl? Hookups terrify me. I find it extremely frightening to consider inviting a total stranger into my home or visiting a relative of a stranger. It's just... freaky having sex with a man I don't know. I mean, I'm not sure if he has an STD or if he's into some really strange fetishes. What if he's a peculiar killer of some sort? I might be too much of a hookup chick because I watch too many crime programs. Relationships also terrify me. On the other hand, I find it unsettling to consider committing to someone. Up until something goes wrong, getting close to him, placing your confidence in him, and spending a lot of time and money on him are all attractive and enjoyable. What occurs if he departs from me or if we simply don't get along? That kind of confidence is difficult for me to give. I don’t really get out much. I usually spend Friday evenings having a date with my bed. I've even had fortunate enough to sleep with it occasionally. Even when I do go out, it's never to a bar. I don't really go out much. I simply don't have the opportunity to meet a man to hook up with. If I'm not out with all the other hookup folks, it's kind of difficult to be a hookup chick. I really enjoy my freedom. The problem is that I enjoy having a serious connection with myself. I enjoy binge-watching Netflix on the weekends while curled up in bed without wearing trousers and some snacks. Giving up those evenings or at the very least sharing my popcorn is part of a relationship. I simply don't believe I'm prepared for that move at this time, and perhaps I never will be. I get attached really quickly. I have a history of monogamy. One-night encounters are not something I do. Because I find sex to be such an emotional experience, I tend to grow attached to people very fast. The guys I hook up with end up making me want to spend more time with them and becoming more than just physically attracted to them. Even if it's just for one night, I'll think about him until he's elevated in my consciousness. I'm not precisely hookup material because of this. I have huge commitment issues. My family history is full of three-month commitments. I easily form attachments to males, blossoming during the honeymoon period, but the moment things get challenging or serious, I leave the relationship. It's a terrible pattern I've developed. I still act in this manner despite being conscious of it. There are countless ways I can explain it, but in the end, I know it's just that I might not be ready for a committed partnership right now. I get really clingy. I rule the adhesive world. I constantly contact my partner, updating him on my day and keeping him informed because I love the spotlight. Others of comparable status find it to be admirable, while some guys find it annoying. In any case, it doesn't exactly make for a decent "friends with benefits" scenario when I text him good morning the following day and inquire whether he arrived home safely each evening. I need alone time to function. I'm prone to pushing my man away occasionally when we're dating. I require some leisure to simply be by myself. If we've been going out a lot, every weekend, I'll probably start requesting that we remain in on Sundays or coming up with reasons why I have to stay in on occasion. Guys assume I'm losing interest, but all I really want is some leisure to be the lazy slob I really am. I’m pretty much a walking contradiction. I require alone time because I dislike being alone. I'm afraid to pledge because I become attached easily. It can be challenging for me to understand what I want in a relationship because I sometimes feel like I'm continuously contradicting myself. While a part of me yearns for the solid commitment you read about, another part of me is still youthful and prefers to be free to date a variety of men for a while. It can irritate both the males in my life and me. So what am I? I'm still youthful, at the end of the day. I don't need to be a relationship girl or a hookup chick because I'm in the prime of my existence. I can go into every relationship with an open mind and be willing to embrace whatever may happen. Okay if that means I have a lot of partnerships that last for three months. I'll consider myself extremely lucky if I encounter the man of my dreams tomorrow. It's great if I have some time to myself. I'm just content with who I am and have faith that someday I'll find someone who appreciates my contradictory nature. Read the full article

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whiteqnn · 3 years ago

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PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?”

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.”

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.”

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players.

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!”

“Who?”

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.”

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request.

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage.

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself.

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse.

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time.

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him.

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest.

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot.

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts.

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing.

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly.

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call.

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.”

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.”

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her.

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness.

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!”

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her.

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening.

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.”

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!”

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.”

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N”

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly.

“See you, partner.”

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet...

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened.

Was she nervous? As hell.

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared.

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him.

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them.

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!”

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay.

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly.

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice.

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.”

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle.

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself.

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby.

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there.

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!”

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!”

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her.

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice.

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...”

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...”

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen.

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck...

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened”

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!”

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively.

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously.

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!”

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...”

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?”

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words.

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included.

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends.

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week.

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away.

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?”

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...”

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed.

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!”

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking.

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...”

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?”

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me?

“But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.”

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea.

***

This is not the last part.

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restlessmaknae · 3 years ago

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the right one

You don’t have a plus one for the prom-themed uni party you’re organising as a member of the student council, but Dongheon sets you up with Hoyoung who might actually become more than just a stranger who saves you from boredom during that night.

➳ Characters: uni student!Hoyoung x uni student!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, comedy, university au

➳ Words: 6.3k

➳ Warning: -

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

➳ A/N: I don’t know about you, but Hoyoung radiates warmth and comfort to me, so here’s a really cute and comforting story for you all. I hope it brings you some joy. ❤️

Sometimes, you wish for nothing more than to just lie down, close your eyes and rest for about a few days before any duty calls you ever again. Obviously, you can’t do that when you’re in finals week, and you’re also in the last stage of the university party preparation that you - alongside the other student council members - would want to make as enjoyable as possible.

Thankfully, the head of the student council - Lee Dongheon - is as prompt as always, and as the Leadership and Management master student as he is, he manages the preparation to the best of his ability. That doesn’t mean that everything goes as smoothly as you’ve wanted to, starting from the fact that you had to go buy half of the decorations in person a day before because the party props company can’t deliver in time due to high demand, not to mention the DJ you’ve invited falling ill and having to find someone to take his place a few days ago and some other, mild mishaps along the way.

After a poll that you’ve sent out to all students, it was decided that the student council would organise a prom-themed party, so it would be a more formal event which students can dress up for, come together with their significant order or just enjoy themselves with their friends as their requested song is being played by the DJ.

Though for that to happen, you really need to be done with the decorations as fast as possible, so you should probably stop overcatastrophising everything and finally put on that garland that you’ve been holding in your hand for the past few minutes.

“Hey! Need some help with that?” As expected, Dongheon is right there in a second with a small ladder in one hand, pointing at the decoration in your hand.

“Oh, thanks. I think I’ll manage. I was just waiting for you to finish with that side, so that I could have the ladder.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Don’t want a petite girl to suffer without a ladder,” Dongheon teases like the jokester he is, but you can’t be mad at him even if you hold your hand up as if you were about to hit him in the shoulder.

“Not everyone is as much of a giant as you are,” you counter-attack, a light laugh escaping your lips as you two exchange a glance before Dongheon sets up the ladder, putting it close to the wall, so that you would have an easier time assembling the decoration.

“So, do you already have your plus one for the prom?” The head of the student council asks casually as he’s holding the ladder, so that it would stay secure while you’re standing on it.

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend,” you answer nonchalantly as you attach a set of garlands to the wall. You turn back to look at him, motioning to him to hold up another set of garlands for you, but he’s too busy whining.

“Oh, come on! You’ve really organised this whole party just for others to enjoy?”

“I’ll go with my friends, that’s fine,” you reassure him firmly because you really don’t mind not having a plus one even though Yerin would go with Minchan and Hari would probably leave your side 5 seconds into arrival because she’s on a lookout for hot single guys on campus. That’s fine though; you’ve organised this whole prom-themed party with couples and singles in mind, so you can just sip on your punch by the corner and monitor if everything’s going fine.

“Now, the garlands,” you emphasise, and Dongheon lets out a semi-exaggerated sigh before reaching into the nearby box and giving you another set of garlands while you’re moving with the ladder alongside the wall.

You - very wrongly - assume that he will just let it slide, but about a paper lantern and a star-shaped decoration later, he suddenly speaks up.

“I’ll get you a plus one. You’re in your second year, right?” He asks even though Dongheon knows such information about everyone in the student council like the back of his hand. He even knows your birthdays which is pretty nice of him because he always gets something small for everyone. On the flipside, when he’s upset or dissatisfied with something, no one dares to speak to him because he’s like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s nice most of the time, so it’s not that big of a deal (and he’s definitely not as scary as rumours make him out to be).

“Yeah.”

“Good. I have a friend in second year who probably doesn’t have a date either. He’s always too busy taking care of others instead of himself,” he chatters with a reprimanding edge to his tone as if it was something horrendous.

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Hey! You don’t want to see the currently dying plants in my room, okay?” Dongheon replies in a semi-serious state, but you both find yourself smiling afterwards. You turn back to the wall to attach a paper heart and as you do so, you blurt out:

“You don’t have to do that though. I’m fine without a guy.”

“Weeell, but I’ve really wanted to set him up for some time, and he’s a great guy, I promise,” he mentions, and it’s like he’s justifying himself already, and he’s so dramatic about it - all puppy eyes and pouts and a disheartened tone - as if his life depended on it. Knowing him, he probably does have sleepless nights over not being able to set up one of his friends with anyone.

“Fiiiine,” you say and let out a long sigh, getting off the leader in the meantime. As you reach the ground, you turn to face the now-grinning Dongheon. “But only if he wants to do it himself.”

“He’s dying to come, I can confirm.”

And so that’s a deal. Two days before the actual prom, Dongheon gives you the guy’s number, so that you could message each other and find each other on the day of the party, but little do you know, that night turns out way more different than you would have imagined.

When the results of the poll came back, and it turned out that most students voted for a prom-themed uni party at the end of the spring semester, you didn’t think much of it. Yet, as you’re looking down at your plain dress and your flat-heeled shoes because there’s no way you would spend hours in high heels, you feel a bit out of place. This party doesn’t seem like somewhere you belong, and you start to get extra anxious as you’re waiting for your plus one by the noticeboard in the hallway (a convenient place to meet up because probably nobody waits here other than you).

Dongheon has told you that his friend - Bae Hoyoung - is a really nice guy, he’s kind and considerate and very loving towards his younger friends, so he thinks you couldn’t have ended up with a better plus one. You don’t know how much of it is exaggeration when he claims that Hoyoung is a real gentleman and a handsome one on top of that because Dongheon likes to exaggerate, but you let him be.

No matter how cool his friend is based on the texts you exchange before the party, you start to question why you’ve decided to give in even though your friends were so happy to hear that you were about to meet a boy. Though the chances were very low that you would end up keeping in touch with your plus one after the event because you’ve never been lucky with boys, so why would he be an exception?

No wonder you find yourself nibbling on your lower lip as you’re waiting for Hoyoung, both anxious and restless, but when he walks up to you in a gorgeous suit and casual Converse sneakers (they at least match the black and white colour of his pants and shirt), you become a bit speechless. Surely, you have seen his profile picture on Kakaotalk, but that doesn’t do justice to how tall he is in real life, and you certainly didn’t notice the cute moles dotting his face on that picture as opposed to now. Even his smile is light like a feather, and the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen when he’s smiling makes your heart take a silly little turn.

“Hey!” He greets you in a friendly manner, coming to a halt beside you. He’s towering above you a bit, but it’s not in an intimidating way, so you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Hi!” You greet him back, feeling a bit silly over checking him out from head to toe a moment ago. What can you do though? His profile picture isn’t a full-body one. In fact, half of the picture isn’t even him but a white furball, probably his dog, so you could only see his face in the photo.

“Sorry about the shoes. I forgot that I don’t have dress shoes with me in the dorms,” he apologises immediately as he’s looking down at his pair of Converse.

“Oh, it’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it! It’s not like I dressed up as if I came to a real prom.”

“You look pretty,” he blurts out casually, but your lips part in bewilderment because you didn’t see such a comment coming so soon, and you need to remind yourself to function properly. You end up mumbling something akin to a thanks, and prompt you two to step inside the gym hall where the party takes place.

It turns out that the gym hall is packed with people, so much that you feel like you step on someone’s shoes every second as you’re trying to get closer to the centre of it with Hoyoung by your side. Which is great because it means you didn’t work for nothing, but it also means that you have a hard time finding any spot where you can dance without worrying about bumping into someone’s back or chest, and even when you do, it’s almost impossible to keep up a conversation because the music is so loud.

You dance for a bit though without saying a word, but it gets a bit awkward just smiling at each other and trying to move left and right without smacking someone, and you can feel that Hoyoung is thinking the same. You didn’t really come here just to dance, you aren’t even that good at it, but it’s impossible to do anything else because of the loud music.

“Don’t you want to-” You start saying, leaning closer to him, so that he could hear what you say, and he’s doing the same, so your faces are only inches apart. You blink rapidly, gulping down the nervous knot in your throat, trying not to pay too much attention to his beautiful, warm orbs that remind you of fall: of colourful leaves creating a carpet under your feet, of a cup of warm tea on a chilly night, of the smell of summer parting and a new season coming up and the bittersweet feeling of the cycle of nature moving forwards.

Your breath hitches in your throat for a moment because he does have beautiful eyes, and it’s hard to look away because they are like a magnet, but you’re saved by the boy’s question, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he’s leaning towards your ear.

“Should we go outside?” He asks with a raised voice, trying to speak over the volume of the currently blasted song.

You nod immediately, then turn around to leave the dance floor. As you’re doing so, you check back from time to time to see if Hoyoung’s still following you and you haven’t lost him in the meantime, and the third time you do so, you end up colliding with someone. You and the stranger both apologise, so you can move on, but you feel Hoyoung’s fingers over your wrist, giving it a slight pressure, his eyes asking if you’re okay when you look at him.

You try to reassure him with a bob of your head and a friendly smile, and thankfully, there are no further mishaps as you’re making your way outside of the hall. You just get to the corridor when you catch sight of Dongheon checking something on his phone while walking towards the doors of the gym hall. He only looks up when Hoyoung says hi, but when he does, boy, he’s grinning.

“Hey, you two! Is everything alright?”

“Apart from the music causing us ear damage?” Hoyoung replies immediately, his tone semi-playful. Dongheon’s smile falters a bit but only a tiny bit.

“Oh no! I’ve told the dude to keep the volume at a decent level,” he shakes his head in disapproval, and you can already foresee the master student’s first to-do when he gets inside the gym hall. “Anyways, where are you going?” He quirks an eyebrow, curious, and it’s you this time who answers him.

“Just somewhere where we can talk, I guess?” You say, a bit uncertain, sending a side-glance in Hoyoung’s direction who reassuringly smiles back at you. You immediately find yourself mirroring his action, and it may be because of this or the fact that you two are leaving the main party to have a conversation, but the head of the student council is more than delighted either way.

“Ooooh, you’re talking now!” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as if it could mean anything. “That’s great! Well, have fun!” He wishes with a wide grin, and as he’s walking past you two, he pats Hoyoung’s shoulder. You furrow your eyebrows, look at the boy beside you, and giggle when you see his reaction.

“He’s just weird,” he mentions as if that could explain anything, but even his lips curl upwards. Considering how Dongheon has said that he has wanted to set up his friend with someone for a long time now, you can guess why he might be like an excited parent who sends his kids off to school, realising how much they’ve grown up, but you try to tell yourself that it’s nothing like that. You would just merely prefer talking somewhere quiet instead of being smacked every second by someone around you and completely not hearing the other because the DJ is too loud.

“Soooo… should we walk in the park beside campus or…” Your voice trails off by the end, and you expectantly look at the pitch-black haired boy beside you, hoping that he might help you out.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He nods, smiling, and it’s really adorable how his eyes become little crescents when he does so, his dimples deepening. You’ve always had a thing for dimples, and you can’t help but smile widely at him when his dimples literally pop out. You need to remind yourself not to stare too much at him, so you focus on your steps instead, looking ahead of you as you’re making your way to the nearby park.

The park which you’ve agreed on is only a few-minute walk from the main building of your campus, and given the later hour and the fact that the students who want to be at school right now are in the gym hall, not a lot of people roam around in the park. While it’s not prohibited for non-students to enter it, the majority of people are still students. No wonder why because it’s such a picturesque sight with the little lake in the middle of it with some ducks, the colourfully painted benches and the vividly green grass where groups can have lovely picnics in the shade of the magnificent oak trees.

“I love coming here, especially during exam season. It seems like such a different world from campus even though it’s so close. It’s good to clear your mind sometimes like this,” Hoyoung muses out loud, and you don’t even think twice before you say:

“Exactly! I totally feel the same way,” you mention enthusiastically, and you immediately feel so silly for sounding so pumped up even though the boy beside you is nothing but kind. He might look intimidating to others with his elegantly parted, pitch-black hair, the sharpness of his jawline and his mature features, but when he smiles, his whole face lights up, and his voice is full of life when he speaks.

“So Dongheon has said that you two work together in the student council.”

“Oh yeah. We know each other from there,” you bob your head, remembering back to the first time you met him, and how he has helped you with a lot of academic-stuff, especially when you just joined the council in your first year. “I’ve thought that he’s a really strict and stern guy, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth,” you admit with a little giggle that the boy simply mirrors.

“I can see why. Even when he has his neutral face, he looks a bit intimidating, but really, he’s just a big baby. Sometimes I feel like I’m the older one out of the two of us,” Hoyoung laughs a joyous laughter, and you join him, letting the early summer night carry the sound of your laughter around the park.

You let silence cover you for some time, but it’s not embarrassing or awkward. It’s more than comforting, actually. Yet, now that you’ve brought up Dongheon who has actually set you two up, you can’t help but ask:

“Why is he so obsessed with setting you up?”

“That’s a good question.” Hoyoung chuckles. “He’s just like ‘oh, Hoyoung, dude, you deserve a girl, I’ll get you one’ because he thinks I spend too much time helping others when in fact I think I just do things because they are the bare minimum?” He mimics Dongheon’s tone and it’s so hilarious, you laugh out loud. Then, he goes on to explain that it might be because he’s learned how to help others because he has 5 siblings, so he knows the importance of assisting others without being directly asked to. It makes sense, but at the same time, you’re truly in awe, and you’re sure that he’s a great brother himself.

However, as you talk about your families and non-existent love life that Dongheon likes to point out, you have a question on your mind, and you decide to blurt it out in the end:

“Do you feel like you need someone in your life?”

“Well, that’s a complex question,” the boy starts with a tilt of his head, contemplating.

“Says the Sociology major, I see,” you mention, and gosh, when have you turned playful? Hoyoung doesn’t mind though, in fact, he gives you a dimpled smile before his features smoothen out and his tone becomes more serious.

“I don’t really feel like there’s this void that needs to be filled with someone’s presence, you know?” He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod. “I believe that a romantic relationship should be about having someone to rely on, having someone you can take care of and feeling safe and comfortable beside them instead of feeling like they are your whole world, so when they may leave, your whole world shatters. It may sound egoistic but I feel this way, and for that reason, I don’t feel like I’m missing someone from my life, but it’s not that I would object if I fell in love.”

His words are mature and articulate, and you don’t know why, but you get surprised by how aware he is of his own feelings. You know how in today’s society, you’re almost being looked down on if you don’t have a significant other because it might indicate that you aren’t good enough, and a lot of people actively look for love because of that. There’s nothing wrong with looking for love, but just like the boy has said, you aren’t of the same opinion as others.

“No, no, that’s something I can relate to. I mean…” You decide to put in your two cents whilst you’re at it, but you need a few more seconds to put together your reasoning. “I’ve had crushes in the past, but my crushes never liked me back, and if I had let the rejections get to me, I would have felt really unlovable and probably would still do so. So I also think that preserving your autonomy while still being open to let someone in is what’s probably the healthiest option for me.”

You believe in love, you really do, but your experience has proven to you that you’re good the way you are, and you shouldn’t let others’ lack of romantic feelings towards you change anything about your self-worth. Especially because you can’t force feelings onto someone, you know that all too well.

“It’s not your fault that they didn’t like you back. The right one will do so,” Hoyoung adds gently, and you feel your heart thaw at his words. When you look him in the eyes, you can see the small version of the moon reflecting in his deep, dark orbs, and you think it’s beautiful; how he shines like sunshine with the moon in his eyes.

“It got deep pretty quickly, didn’t it?” The boy chuckles, breaking the precious moment, but you don’t even mind because you’re sure your feelings are written all over your face, so you’re glad when you can talk about topics other than love.

As you continue your stroll, accompanied by the slight buzz of the party and the sounds of the city that never sleeps, you end up talking about why you have joined the student council and stories regarding Dongheon and his student council duties, Hoyoung calling his friend out, saying that Dongheon usually calls him to vent to him when something goes wrong. Then, you also talk about your majors, why you’ve chosen them, whether you like them or not and what your favourite classes are this semester, and it’s lovely listening to someone who’s so curious and intellectual and able to share his opinion without putting down the other’s.

When you reach the lake, you stop for a while and sit down on a bench, and your heart yet again skips a beat when Hoyoung covers your legs with his suit jacket. Gosh, Dongheon was actually right about him being a real gentleman and taking extra care of others! Still, the gesture makes you blush really hard, so you’re glad that the nearby lamp posts radiate only dim lights because you wouldn’t want the boy to see your burgundy face.

Yet, getting away from the party means getting away from the food and drinks, so since you’ve already walked further from the gym hall, you don’t go back for that, you opt for a café on campus instead. While waiting for your sandwiches and drinks and while eating, you continue talking about common topics, but with him, even those seem special because he’s actually interested in your answer, and ready to share his opinion. It’s not a forced small talk you’re so terrible at, it’s actually an active conversation, and you have a hard time believing that you can feel this way around someone even if you’ve met him for the first time.

No wonder you feel the need to express your gratitude towards the boy when you finish your dinner and head to the dorms together.

“Well, I’ve really enjoyed today. I think our kind of prom was better than the actual one.”

“I promise I won’t tell Dongheon that you’ve said this,” Hoyoung jokes, making you laugh, and it’s such a lovely way to end this lovely night. You don’t have high hopes or anything of the sort for whatever that is between you and the boy, but your smile is genuine when later on, you wave him goodbye as you’re heading towards your room, and you know well that you wouldn’t have traded your kind of prom for anything else.

Dongheon might not have heard what you’ve said about the prom, but he has sure heard that you had a good time with his friend (from both Hoyoung and you), so he casually sends some so-called boyfriend material photos of his friend over to you one day without any explanation, and when you ask him why, he merely sends a shrugging emoji. You guess that he hasn’t been subtle to his friend either because Hoyoung ends up messaging you a few hours later, telling you not to take Dongheon seriously no matter what he says about him or what he sends.

“He just sent me some ‘boyfriend material’ photos of you. Wanna see them?”

“I’m going to strangle him one day, but sure.”

So you send him those pictures, mainly of him sipping on something at a café while looking out of the window dreamily, walking down the street in a puffy coat and a scarf, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood over his head and holding a painting in his hands as if he was trying to show it off. Along the way, he ends up telling you stories that are related to the pictures, you even get to know that he painted that landscape in his hands, it was actually a painting workshop with an instructor during last semester, and when Dongheon asked what he did over the weekend, and he told the older boy about it, he was very keen on seeing the final product, so he sent the pic over to him.

“I didn’t think that he would keep them. :(”

“Now you know. Better be careful from now on.”

You type and send him an emoji where one of the Kakaotalk characters pat the other on the back, and you get a hugging emoji in return, and you’re so shocked that for a moment, you completely freeze.

“Oh, my bad, that was by accident. I’ve wanted to send this one.”

He replies a few seconds later with an emoji that’s bowing and thank you is written over its head. You tell him that he shouldn’t worry, but you need some serious amount of time to calm down your nerves.

It’s fun though, things fall back into normal afterwards, and actually, it’s not even that weird talking to the boy yet again. It almost seems natural, and since you two are both busy university students finishing finals, it’s not like you’re bombarding each other with messages. Yet, you can’t deny that you get an instant serotonin boost whenever you see that he has messaged you, and soon enough, your friends start teasing you about it. Yerin is being her kindest self as always, telling you just how much you would deserve a guy who likes you back while Hari starts moping that Dongheon should set her up with someone if he has so many single friends because he needs a boyfriend ASAP.

You tell them that it’s not like that, you’re just getting to know each other, but it seems awfully like a crush yet again, especially when summer break comes, and you two keep messaging each other. When the fall semester comes, you can’t wait to see him face-to-face, so when you manage to bump into him in the hallway or he lands Dongheon something in the student council office and you’re there, you feel like a silly high school student yet again, fanning over her first crush.

Then, he asks if you could take part in a project he’s doing for one of his classes and he needs to have interviews with students on how their childhood experiences shaped the way they feel towards socialising as they grow older, and in return, he treats you to a thank you lunch a few days later. After that, you lose track of the times you meet up, let it be for a quick lunch break between classes, studying together in the library or just randomly bumping into him in the hallway.

While getting to know each other through messages, random meet-ups and sometimes Dongheon’s intervening, you feel yourself falling for him more and more. You can’t help it, but this time, instead of falling head first, it seems like you’re falling gradually, and you don’t know which one is scarier. So you just let it be, enjoying your time beside the boy until you’re sure of his feelings towards you, and as time goes by, you’re less and less scared of falling.

With you two staying in contact over the weeks and all throughout the fall semester, it’s no surprise that Hoyoung knows when you take your exams, but you wish he didn’t remember so well when you feel under the weather after taking one of your exams, sitting on the top of the service stairs that not so many people frequent. That’s exactly what you need right now, and even when he messages you, asking about the exam and you tell him that you might have failed it, you don’t expect him to actually show up when he asks where you are.

There he is though, standing in front of you, eyes shining with worry as he’s looking back at you. You look down at your shoes instead, not ready to mope or vent to him. You see from the corner of your eyes when he moves towards you and sits down beside you, letting out a long sigh.

“What do you do when you want to cheer yourself up?”

“I watch funny videos sometimes,” you mumble under your breath, but you don’t feel like doing so now. You feel the need to cry, but no tears come out. Maybe it’s because you’re also partly angry, not just disappointed.

“Well…” He grits through his teeth as he’s thinking. “I’ll show you something better,” he announces, determined, as he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, taking his phone out. You turn your head to look at him, slightly curious despite your state, and when he glances sideways and catches your eyes on him, his lips curl up a bit.

He turns back to his phone though and taps a few times on the screen before sitting closer to you and placing his phone in between you two, so that you could see what it is about. You immediately feel your features softening up when you catch sight of the fluffball on the screen.

“My sister said that she was trying to teach Deulle a trick, but it didn’t quite work out,” Hoyoung explains, smiling, as the video shows his sister’s dog going in circles around a small object that it’s supposed to jump over. The female voice in the video practically begs the dog to just jump, but instead, Deulle stops, staring at its owner, blinking frequently as if it doesn’t understand what’s going on. It’s going on for a few more times with the dog almost jumping over the object once, but in the end, it just decides to lie down on the grass, completely exhausted.

By the end of the video, there’s an evident smile in the corner of your lips, and seeing that, Hoyoung’s shoulders drop in ease.

“You’re too nice,” you blurt out, touched by the way he came over to cheer you up despite him having an exam a bit later. “You’re too good for me,” you admit, letting the words slip without thinking twice. It’s true though; ever since you’ve met him, you feel like you don’t deserve him, and in moments like this, you feel it even more intensively.

“Don’t say that,” the boy objects immediately, turning towards you with his whole body. Since he has scooted closer to you, so that you could look at his phone from up close, you two are pretty close to each other, but instead of intimidating, his closeness makes you feel comforted. To know that he’s just an arm length away. “You’ve also been there for me every time I was down in the past few months. It’s what people do when they care about each other,” he explains as if it was something so easy to say out loud, but he seems sincere nevertheless.

You don’t say anything, your heart is too burdened for that, so you just keep looking at him. He scoots a bit closer to you, slowly and gently, leaning closer to look you in the eyes. You feel bashful under his stare, but you don’t dare to look away.

“What is it about?” Hoyoung asks gently, his words barely a whisper. With no one around you since you’re sitting on the staircase leading up to the staff room, you feel like this moment is yours only. Something so precious yet so fragile, something that could easily break into tiny little pieces in a matter of seconds. “Do you feel this way because you might have failed your test, and you think you could appear less of a good person to me because of that?”

“I-” You start to protest, but you can’t find the right words to say. You look away, frustrated over not being able to put your feelings into words, but when you look back at him, he’s looking at you as patient as ever. “I think I just feel like… you know, there must have been something wrong with me, some flaws why people I liked in the past didn’t like me back, and I guess, I don’t know… It just crossed my mind that maybe one day you would see that too because I do that. When one thing goes wrong, I overcatastrophise and feel that everything could go wrong and I just… Gosh, that’s why I like being alone at times like this,” you rumble on and on, and by the end, you feel yourself tearing up, and you feel so pathetic, it’s not how you’ve expected this day to go.

You sniffle as you look away from him, not being able to bear his ever so warm eyes. You hate being vulnerable beside others, and it’s not like failing a test is a really big thing. Sure, it might be your first time failing an exam, but there are people out there with bigger problems, and you feel like a fraud mopping over your life in comparison to that. Plus, just as you’ve said, when this happens, suddenly you feel like a failure, someone who can’t do anything, who’s not worth anything, and a lot of times, a good cry helps to soothe your nerves, but you don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want to appear silly and overly emotional.

“I could bring up some theories and tell you how what you’re feeling is completely fine because I guess that’s what a Sociology major should do,” he interrupts your guilt tripping train of thoughts, and it works, you’re so surprised by his words that you find yourself completely frozen, the tears not coming out. He really has a way to shift the mood with his words, and you’re both in awe and in shock. “Let me tell you instead that if someone doesn’t like you because you’re flawed just as we all are, then you’re better off without them. It won’t stop me from liking you though.”

Now you’re even more surprised than before, and your eyes must be super wide when you turn your head towards him because his facial expression turns from stern to gentle instead. He looks away for a bit, scratching the back of his neck a bit sheepishly before looking back at you, ruffling his hair afterwards. You’ve noticed that he tends to do something with his hands when he gets nervous, and he’s trying to busy his hands today too, and you wonder just how much it must have taken him to say those words out loud. This time, it’s not the moon you see in his eyes but your own tiny reflection, and you also wonder how he really sees you.

“I’m being sincere,” he adds quietly yet confidently. He gulps once before he continues, and you can literally feel the same kind of nervousness he does, your heart threatening to jump out of your rib cage, so expectant and so giddy. “I like you, and I was trying to tell you for some time, but I guess I’ve waited for the right time, and this is definitely not the right time, not even the right place,” he points out sheepishly as he looks around once, and it’s so true, you find a small giggle bubbling up in your throat. He follows, and gosh, it’s so awkward yet it’s so right. You wouldn’t have had it another way.

“Thank you,” you say as you crush him into a hug, feeling bold and confident and all that. You aren’t even sure that it’s you anymore, but he has just confessed that he likes you! He actually likes you. “Thank you for liking me back,” you mumble into his neck as you’re hugging him, and you can feel his arms coming up to your back, closing his arms around you, tight and safe, comforting and warm as if he was trying to whisper it’s all okay, he’s right there with you.

Even though you could only hope that he would be right when he said that the right one would like you back, now you know that he wasn’t lying. Let you be silly or overly emotional, he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, his love towards you just grows even more.

Because he’s the right one for you. Now you know.

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yandere-sins · 3 years ago

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Hello, may I please ask for yandere headcanons for Childe, Diluc, Kaeya and Zhongli walking to their fem darling mastrubating and moaning their name please?

Whenever I read Zhongli, I just hear him say his name in my head and get reminded of why I even started this game. Geo god is my weakness smh... Thanks for requesting!

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Childe

♡ Ha, what an exciting turn of events this is, in Childe's opinion! So far, you two either fought upon him coming home, or you played along in his sweet fantasy of a good home life. Who'd have thought you'd do something so lewd while he was away, especially with him on your mind? This is thrilling to him since you always push him away and pretended to be disgusted by this man. It's another fight he won without you even realizing the battle you were in. Childe doesn't even bother wiping off the bloodstains on his face, simply dropping his jacket and shawl as he stalks over to you. Even if you crawl away, he pulls you back by your ankle, caging you underneath him before taking a deep breath, the excitement having made his heart beat just as fast as when he's fighting. "Missed me?" he asks, kissing along your neck and shoulder, tearing the blanket you tried to cover yourself with from you without care. Wandering down your body hungrily with his mouth, you have the chance to resist him, but no push or yell will make him want to stop. The only plead that will go to him is if you ask him to shower first instead of putting someone's blood all over you, finally making him stop to think about it for a second. But a teasing grin on his lips follows as he gives you the, "Ah, ah, ah! You're just trying to hog the fun all to yourself, aren't you?" Sliding up again, he'll give you a cheeky kiss before the smile abruptly vanishes as he looks you up and down with hungry eyes. He kisses you again, deeper this time. Passionately and fierce until you feel the sting on your lip where he bit you. "Only do those things with me, you understand? I'm not just your enjoyment. You are mine."Next thing you know, you're left with a bleeding lip and a tongue between your legs, and he won't stop until you beg for him to fuck you, only spurring him on more by repeating his name over and over throughout the night.

Diluc

♡ Diluc is certainly interrupting something here, but it’s hard to tear his eyes away. He’s lucky enough not to be immediately discovered by you, but when he hears his name from your lips, it’s over with his composure. Growing red in the face, he looks away for a second, only to hear shuffling in between the fabrics as you finally spotted him. Perhaps it was the soft gasp he made or the sudden movement of hiding his face behind his hand that drew your attention, but it’s already too late for both of you. Damn. As if you knew how hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself, you looked even more desirable than always, barely clad and breathing heavily. He didn’t even do more than kiss you on the forehead in your sleep, and here you were, pleasuring yourself with his name on your lips? Do you have any idea what this would cause in him? Diluc can’t speak, but he also can’t move. The right thing to do would be to leave, but he really doesn’t want to. “Need help?” he asks, eyes shooting up only for a split second before ending back at the wall, and he takes a deep breath after having caught your horrified but heated gaze. If you say no, he’ll hesitate for a moment before leaving with a disappointed, “Alright,” finishing the business building in his pants in his office instead. But if you give him even a second of hesitation, he’ll be more than glad to assist you, finally having the chance to experience you wholly.

Kaeya

♡ Ah, if only he had known that you were awaiting him so eagerly, Kaeya would have put his work aside and called it a day earlier. He’s not even mad--how could he? You are moaning his name, after all. All these tiresome discussions and arguments in which you assured Kaeya how much you despised him, truly seem pointless now, and he won’t let you even start another one anytime soon without reminding you of the way you were sprawled out on his bed, greedily thinking about him with your fingers inside of you, even though you say you ‘hate’ him more than anybody. Kaeya must have left a pretty good impression on you after all, huh? He’s not shy to waltz into the room proudly and loudly, clapping and chuckling after seeing the show you put on for him. But even if you try to immediately cover yourself, he’s just a bit faster than you, hand firmly locked between your legs which you try to close, cold fingers tickling your heated skin. With his grin shoved into your face, it’s not long that Kaeya tries to kiss you, one hand between your shoulder blades keeping you locked from turning him away, as he promises you to be very thorough tonight, so you have enough memories for the next time. “I’ll make you scream for me some more, Darling~”

Zhongli

♡ Now, Zhongli didn’t mean to bother you while you were so busy playing with yourself, but he does think he should have priority over it now. Then again, he also stood outside of the sliding door for the better of the last few minutes, just listening to your moans and gasps, knowing better than to enter. Just, when you said his name, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. This isn’t a part of the contract you two have, but you were practically begging for him to find you like this, inviting him inside. And so he did, standing in front of you now, letting his hand fall on your head where tears of embarrassment pool in your eyes. There’s still so much more to learn from the humans. To experience as an ex-deity. So maybe this was meant to happen. Petting your head, Zhongli assures you he isn’t mad, but you might have to ask him from eye to eye if you want something from him. “Leave me!” isn’t an option, though, and he’ll be quick to change his tender strokes to a tight grip at the back of your head. “Nicely. Ask me nicely,” he demands, and you know he doesn’t mean for you to ask him to leave again. “Repeat my name.” Oh. Zhongli does so enjoy when you obey him finally, seeing this as something that doesn’t even need a contract to work out well. After all, you both will have a significant gain from it, and he’ll gladly let you undo his belt and show him these things you imagined privately, for just one more call of his name.

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familyfriendlyweed · 4 years ago

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makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

Y/n answered :

thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~

Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.

finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

"hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened - she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagines #mcyt imagines #dream smp #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Of Kings and Beasts - Eight

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, Fluff,

Word Count: 3.6K

A/n: I’m alive! I know, it’s been like 4 months. I honestly didn't know how to ‘come back’ so this is it. I’ll be answering asks and messages tonight, but things are going okay. I work 54 hours a week so I’m not writing as much as I’d like to but I’m trying!!! I love you all so much, and I hope you enjoy this!

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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The doctor lies unmoving on a medical cot, stitches across his throat to close the gouge that was meant to end his life.

“Do we have any idea who is behind this? Or why?” Steve asks quietly, eyes darting between his most trusted man and his husband.

“I do not know who is behind it, but I think they are aware that we know.” Steve’s brows pull together at his husband’s words, and he waits for him to continue.

James huffs out a deep breath, glancing around the small room as if checking for any listening ears.

“Doctor Banner found an incision on the base of my skull. Someone has performed an operation on me without my knowing. I’m assuming the Doctor found something out, and while on his way to find me he was ambushed.”

Steve’s still stuck on the fact that his husband has been tampered with.

“What do you mean someone performed an operation on you?” James shakes his head. “I’m not sure what they did, but I have reason to believe that it is why I have been so hostile towards... our wife.” He fears saying your name. He doesn’t want anything to trigger the beast.

“How long have you known this?” Steve demands, angry that James would keep something like this from him.

“Since the day she went out into the snow. I was not sure who I could trust. I still know not. But one thing is certain: someone means to kill our wife and destroy our marriage, and it is someone close to us.” Regret instantly fills the blond king and he excuses himself without another word, head swarming with thoughts that include nothing but pain and punishment.

His feet take him down the spiral staircase, his hands wrenching open the cell door and grabbing the prisoner by his collar.

“Who is it that sent you?! Tell me! Now!” The man is confused for a moment before a yellow-toothed grin splits his face.

“You will tell me now!” Steve pulls his fist back and slams it against the man’s face, but the prisoner only laughs manically.

“Who is it that intends on hurting my wife? On ruining my marriage?” The man shakes his head, blood dribbling down his chin.

“The only one who ruins your marriage and hurts your wife is you, your majesty. But from what I hear through the walls, your bloodline ends with you. The great Kings of the West will be nothing more than fairytales. Their whore wife, a forgotten name. And that will be your doing.” Steve’s vision clouds and he unleashes his fury upon the prisoner, beating him to a bloody pulp until his face is hardly visible.

The King stumbles back, chest heaving and fists covered in blood, while the man slumps to the floor, wheezing and gasping.

“Cut off one head... two more shall take its place,” is the last thing the man utters before collapsing in a pool of his own blood.

Steve stands there, furious and dumbfounded. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize he isn’t alone anymore until a cool hand is on his shoulder, turning him around.

“What happened?” James asks, his eyes on the dead man on the floor and then on his husband’s bloody fists.

“Your assumption is correct. Someone has orchestrated this and we are being toyed with. Where’s (Y/n)?” The mention of your name has James squeezing his eyes shut as the beast bares its fangs.

“I know not. But you haven’t time for that. Thor and Anthony should be here within the hour. You need to make yourself presentable. We will tell them of our problem and see if they can offer any assistance.” Steve doesn’t want to meet with the other Kings. No, he wants to find you and get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, of which you may or may not grant, but he’s willing to beg and plead in front of his entire kingdom if he needs to.

“Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” James ushers the blond out of the dungeon and to his chambers, his mind racing as he tries to piece the mystery together.

~*~

Your eyes trace over the trails etched in the book in your grasp, trying desperately to memorize them.

You’re so engaged in your reading that you don’t notice the man in front of you until you’re walking into him.

“Oh!” You stumble back, the book falling from your grasp as you lose your footing. The man is quick and grabs you around the waist to prevent you from falling.

“I am very sorry, Your Majesty. You must forgive me, for I was not paying attention to where I was walking.” The man has a deep, booming voice, his accent different than the ones you’re used to.

“It’s quite alright. I was hardly paying attention myself.” You look up at him and your eyebrows raise.

He’s an absolute Adonis of a man.

With beautifully kind blue eyes, a warm and inviting smile, and long locks of blond hair that are pulled back into a half-bun.

“It must be an interesting story that you were reading then?” He questions, hand dropping from around your waist as he stoops down to pick up your book.

“You could say that.” You’re nervous. You know not who this man is nor where his allegiance lies.

“This is a book of maps. Have you a journey planned?” He seems just genuinely curious but you’re defensive nonetheless.

“Might I ask who you are and why you need to know?” He raises his brows then chuckles.

“I suppose we have not been introduced, although I have heard many things about you. I am King Thor, of Asgard. And you are Queen (Y/n). Born of Orlen but wed in Acadia. The Kings eagerly awaited your arrival, I must say. And you are every bit as beautiful as they said.”

You shake your head bashfully.

“May I know where your journey will take you? It will remain a secret between the two of us. You have my word.” You ponder this for a moment, but he looks so kind and so genuine, you can’t stop yourself from telling him.

“Well if you must know, I’m leaving.” He huffs a breath of surprise.

“Leaving? But for what purpose? You are a queen.”

You laugh softly at that, the tugging up of your cheeks making your cuts burn.

“A queen, yet I am treated like a prisoner. You must forgive me for speaking so plainly in your presence, but I fear that I have lost any sense of... propriety in this place. My husbands may have spoken highly of me, but that was before they met me, I suppose. Now... I am nothing more than a thorn in their sides.”

Thor shakes his head, not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“That cannot be.” You sigh heavily and tug the collar of your gown down, showing him the dark bruises around your neck.

“From his Majesty, King James. And King Steven gave me these.” You show him the bruises on your arms next.

He’s absolutely appalled.

“And I assume they are the ones responsible for these?” One of his warm fingers traces across the marks on your cheeks and you nod.

“I do not blame you for wanting to leave. You must feel stifled.” You nod, taking his outstretched arm and allowing him to lead you down the hallway.

“It... has not been an easy transition. I have not even seen my kingdom yet. I know not what it has to offer nor if it is thriving. I have not met my people or even seen my lands. This place is supposed to be home to me, but it is no more than a prison with hot water and soft sheets.”

Thor’s quiet for a long moment and you regret every speaking. Just as you’re about to tug free from his grip and lock yourself back in your chambers, he turns to you.

“We cannot simply allow you to not know what your kingdom has to offer! I am making it my duty to show you the beauties of Acadia.” Your eyebrows raise.

“But surely you’re here on business? You mustn’t have time for something as tedious as that.” He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “A chance to get to know the Queen? Show her that her Kingdom is not all bad? That is not tedious. The Kings can wait. They have Anthony. I will take you through the Kingdom and show you all that there is to see.”

~*~

Thor is true to his word and shows you every nook and cranny in the Kingdom. From the poorest parts to the wealthiest.

“This is the village orphanage. I often come to volunteer my time, however business has kept me away for far longer than I’d like to admit.” You pull your cloak tighter around yourself at the biting chill of the wind, a frown on your face as you look at the run-down building.

“Do the kings not know the ruins of their Kingdom? Surely something can be done to fix this building. The children must be freezing.” You’re reminded of your own experience in the cold confines of the north tower in Orlen. The small chamber you were locked in whenever your adoptive mother did not want to see you.

“The Kings often busy themselves with their work. They are conquerors. They have not the time for such trivial tasks. It would be the duty of a queen to fix the Kingdom, here at least. They are my friends, and they are good at taking, however it seems they know little of giving back.” You nod at this, knowing firsthand how much they can take and not give back.

“I wish I had known that the kingdom was in such ruins. I would have made it my priority.” He looks at you for a long moment, wondering what on Earth could cause the Kings to treat you so poorly.

“If you would like, I can help you to arrange some repairs? Perhaps we can make it your project? Have you in charge of it. It could be your first official duty as Queen.” You smile but shake your head sadly, turning away from the orphanage and back towards your horses.

“I doubt the Kings would approve of something like that. I’m sure I will have their wrath to face for having kept you from your business for so long. I fear what they will do to me, if I am quite honest with you. Steven was lovely before but... he has... I know not how to explain it.” Thor comes up behind you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I will ensure that they do not bring any more harm to you, Petal. You have endured far more than should be expected of you. You have little to gain, and yet you remain here for them.” You shrug, walking with him to your horses.

“My situation were I to leave would not be very different. I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I am alone both in the Kingdom and outside of it.” Thor hates the truth behind your words.

“Come, let’s get you back to the Palace before you catch your death.” He helps you up onto the horse then gets on his, mind full of everything you’ve told him and all that he needs to discuss with the Kings.

~*~

He walks you to your chambers, having told Wanda to draw a warm bath for you. As he reaches the wooden door, he pauses and smiles warmly at you.

“I very much enjoyed our time today, Your Majesty. I hope to spend more time with you during my stay. But unfortunately, I must go.”

As he’s turning to leave, a voice calls your name. The way you stiffen has Thor grinding his teeth together in frustration.

“Your Majesty,” you greet, bowing your head to your husband while your hand inches to your door.

“May I speak with you? Please?” You open your mouth to reply but Thor cuts you off.

“Actually, Steven, I believe you and I have matters of our own.” And just like that, The booming blond ushers your husband down the hallway. Steve’s blue eyes stay on you, his head turned to look over his shoulder as much as he can until they round the corner and render you out of sight.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and enter your bedroom, smiling tightly at Wanda as she helps you into your bath.

~*~

“You were with (Y/n) all day?” Thor shrugs, “would it matter if I was? It seems that I am the only friend she has.” Steve grinds his teeth together but huffs a breath out through his nose.

“I understand that I have been unfair, but all I want is to make things better between the two of us.”

Thor shakes his head, thick arms crossed over his broad chest as he looks between the two kings. “That can wait. What is it that you needed to discuss with me so urgently?”

Steve sighs and looks over at James as if trying to figure out where to begin.

“We believe that someone is trying to sabotage our marriage to break us apart and overthrow our rule. And it must be someone close to us. James has been... tampered with. And I was made to question the loyalties of my own wife. My anger and haste for answers have... brought forth a beast I had hoped to keep hidden from her. And I fear I have played my part in the sabotage of my marriage.” Thor thinks about how helpless you sounded, how absolutely broken down you seemed and can’t help but agree with Steve’s words.

“If someone is plotting to overthrow your rule, they must be close. Close enough to know of any decisions being made. It would be wise to deceive them.” James furrows his brows in confusion. “Make it seem as if they are winning. Send away your wife and tell no one the truth.”

Steve’s shocked at the suggestion.

“Send her away? To where? And with whom? We cannot very well abandon her when people mean to kill her!” Thor purses his lips for a moment before smiling.

“She won’t be alone.”

The other two Kings stare at him as if he’s grown a second head.

“You mean to stay with her? And protect her?”

“Your wife is a spitfire, that much I can tell. She may come across as a woman of few words, but she has a raging soul that cannot be so easily tamed. She wishes to leave you, plans to.”

James’ shoulders cave and Steve’s face crumbles.

“She told you this?” The brunet asks, voice hoarse and weak.

“Not in so many words, but the desire is there. She is unhappy. If she would agree, I would take her to Asgard to be a wife of my own, however, her heart is loyal to Acadia.” The two kings each glare at the big blond man, angry at the very thought of someone taking their wife from them.

Thor continues, unbothered by their anger.

“Which is why she should be sent away. I have a cottage at the border of Asgard and Acadia. My men will be around and you can send men of your own. I will stay with her until she is comfortable and then I will take my leave, but for her safety and her sanity, she must leave the Palace.”

The silence in the room hangs heavily over all three men for a long while before Steve nods.

“Very well. If it is truly in her best interests, then fine. But I will not shun her without giving her a proper explanation.” Thor bows his head as Steve rushes past him, heading towards your chambers.

He knocks once then slowly pushes the door open, desperate to see you and grovel at your feet.

You’re seated on your bed, a book in hand and a shocked expression on your face.

“Your Majesty,” you greet softly, bowing your head.

“No, (Y/n) none of that. I was... out of line. I will never be able to apologize enough for everything I have done to you.” You say nothing but your heart hurts at the fact that Thor clearly told him something.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Your Majesty,” you say stiffly, moving your gaze back down to the book in your lap.

He sits on the edge of your bed, his eyes on the scratches decorating your delicate face.

“We have been unkind and unfair to you, my darling. I hope that one day you will forgive us, but until then, there is something we must discuss.” You have no idea where this conversation could be going, and that thought alone scares you.

“You will be leaving tonight.”

Your face must display the confusion and fear you feel at his words because he’s quick to clarify.

“Joining Thor and staying in a cottage where our kingdoms border. There are people here, people close to myself and James that wish to do you harm.” He takes your hand gently between both of his and presses a soft kiss to your fingers.

“It pains me to do it, but I know you need it as well. You’ve been deprived here. No friends and no family. We’ve treated you terribly and not as Queen should be treated." You keep your eyes cast down towards your lap, unable to bear seeing the King so distraught in front of you.

He sniffles and places another kiss to the back of your hand.

“I hope that you will return soon, but if you must take time then I understand. When you do decide you are ready to return, we will both be waiting with open arms.” He pauses for another moment before speaking again, his voice softer than before.

“I had hoped that James would join me but he... he is not well. But he misses you dearly, of that I am certain. The days will darken with your departure.” He presses another kiss to your knuckles then slowly rises to his feet.

“No one is to know the true reason for your departure. You mustn't tell anyone, for I fear you will not be safe if you do. Can you promise me that?” He asks, his eyes full of desperation and sorrow.

“Yes, your majesty.” His heart cracks at the fact that you’re still not addressing him by his name, but he realizes it will take time for the bond to be rebuilt between the two of you.

“Wanda will pack your things then you will be met by Thor and he will take you somewhere safe.” He cups your cheek gently, sniffling and trying to fight tears.

“I am so very sorry that your own home is a place that causes you pain.” With that, he turns on his heel and exits your chambers without so much as another glance, the pain he’s feeling evident in the tightness of his shoulders and the stiffness of his walk.

It’s not five minutes later when Thor is at the door to your chambers, sliding a thick wool cloak over your shoulders and pulling the hood up to cover your face.

“Just a precaution, Your Majesty. And the wind has a bit of a bite to it. But a carriage is waiting.” You nod your understanding and follow him silently out of the palace that has been no more than a prison to you.

Steve and James watch from separate windows as you climb into the carriage, not sparing a single glance back at the palace. But they cannot find it in themselves to blame you. What you have been forced to endure is far worse than anyone should have to. Especially someone as delicate as yourself.

A dark cloud falls over the kingdom as their queen is whisked away, brought to a safe haven that their kings couldn’t provide, by a man who is not even a member of their kingdom.

~*~

The journey to Thor’s cottage is a fairly quiet one, far too many thoughts racing in your mind and feelings in your heart.

“You are unhappy to be leaving the Palace?” Thor asks, confusion evident in his voice. You sigh heavily and shake your head, turning to look at him.

“It is a relief to be able to speak freely, however, I cannot help the guilt that I feel. It is my duty to do what the require of me, regardless of whether or not I enjoy it.” Thor shakes his head, a frown on his handsome face.

“No human should ever have to endure that. Regardless of their duties. You will not be shunned by the kings and even if you were, I’m sure Orlen would accept you back with open arms.”

You chuckle once, the sound dull and lacking humour.

“Orlen could not care any less about me if they tried. I’m not a princess to them. Merely the bastard of a King. One who was convenient to use in a trade agreement. My father would have me beheaded if he knew I was running from the kings.”

Thor is rendered speechless by this new information, his heart heavy for you, the delicate princess who deserves a far better fate than the one gifted to her.

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marwankenzarisgaylittleearring · 3 years ago

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“I’d like to end up as a tree”

Marwan kenzari (31) won a gold calf last year for his role in the movie Wolf. As of next week he is to be seen in Bloedlink (/reckless), opening’s act of the Dutch film festival. “It’s not my place to say I’m good.”

Bloedlink

“Acting offers the chance to become well acquainted with the complexities of being human. The Moroccan kick-boxer Majid in the movie Wolf had a fascinating interior life. His character was even easier to understand when he said nothing at all - I don’t think I’ve ever had as little lines in a movie. Rico in Bloedlink is completely different. He accidentally finds himself swept up in criminal business, but he’s actually just someone who’s had a whole slew of bad luck. In the movie his character undergoes a few very surprising U-turns. In my portrayal of him, I interpret all those different sides as honest, I find that interesting. In the movie, Rico does some paradoxical things, but he means all of them. Of course that’s simply not possible. That’s what makes him fascinating and tragic.”

Journey

“If I’m a good actor? That’s not my place to say. Sometimes you do the most interesting things you think are worthless in the moment. A movie is a collaborative journey, which, in the case of Wolf, I underwent with director Jim Taihuttu among others. Although I secretly did think during shooting: this will be fun. Wolf is an honest movie. The kick-boxing, the hits to the body, very little of that is pretend. Not that everything should be real in a movie, but this story required that. At a certain point I felt: this could be something really fresh in Dutch cinema. And it was.”

Peanut Butter

“Ever since that role, which I trained for quite extensively, I’ve found it increasingly important to stay in shape. It wasn’t a complete transformation; even beforehand I would exercise six times a week. But now I’m slightly addicted, yeah. It makes you mentally stronger, too. If I’ve been training on a Sunday at 7 am and then at 8 am I’m outside again, showered, refreshed and in shape while the rest of the city’s asleep, I’m 1-0 ahead. Scratch that: 10-0. I pay attention to my nutrition as well. Bread for example gives false energy. But I’m not always so strict. I get plenty of enjoyment from a good, white slice of bread with calvé peanut butter. And then fold it over, don’t cut it! You shouldn’t cut a sandwich, everyone knows that. Then you miss the first bite.”

Toneelgroep Amsterdam

“After the acting academy in Maastricht I was immediately invited to Toneelgroep Amsterdam. I was with them for three years, but found my attentions pulled towards film during that period. When the actors from TGA are - rightfully - expected to be fully available. We “broke up”, though that sounds too serious, with full, mutual agreement. I see the company as family and will be playing in Angels in America at the end of the month, in New York. Director Ivo van Hove has been very important for my development. I admire his knowing exactly what he wants, but also his ability to be unsure and searching, and to be able to be vulnerable about that. But I have to be fair to myself. I’m 31 now, and these are my most important years in film. While I hope to be an even better stage-actor when I’m fifty. I’m slightly further ahead in film than on stage. That development is tougher, needs more time and possibly total dedication. Stage is the motor in the actor’s car; film is a different muscle. But if Ivo calls me in two, or ten or forty years, he’ll be the first stage director I’ll say yes to.”

Pierre Bokma

“As the son of Tunisian parents in the Hague painters-quarter I didn’t come into automatic contact with theatre. As a kid I was mostly interested in football, the emotion you see on a player’s face when he scores - fantastic. At a certain point I realised that movies can affect you the same way, even though you know it’s fake. That’s the magic of acting. Through contacts I ended up with De Nieuwe Amsterdam, an in-between theatre course for teens for whom the leap to theatre school was perhaps a bit too big. I learned everything there: playwrights, Dutch actors, repertoire. You’re also taught which acting schools exist. And I thought: where did Pierre Bokma go to school? And Fedja van Huêt? That was Maastricht. It also appealed to me that they implemented Bijltjesdag: you might still be sent away halfway through the first year. I decided: if I’m going for this uncertain profession, maybe the best trial by fire will be going to a school where you aren’t sure if you’ll be allowed to stay. I was allowed, in the end. At the theatre academy I came into contact with art, philosophy, poetry. All of that was new. But it didn’t feel as if I was behind, I only saw it as a fantastic source of riches; as if I could try on all sorts of new glasses.”

Huntersfamily

“I never thought that this path wasn’t laid out for me, I just always let myself be lead by my passion and my dreams. My parents are happy for me; I have a good connection with both. My father is an amazing person - an accumulation of beautiful ingredients. He’s honest with himself, doesn’t spare himself and laughs a lot, that’s important to me. He might be made out of simple components, he’s from a huntersfamily, but for me these are the components that build a strong character. My dad can tell beautiful stories, about his life in Tunisia, about his old friends who aren’t with us anymore. Every year death takes someone new, and in that way a beautiful group of people slowly disappears, the protagonists of a generation. One lives close to the elements there, I find that fascinating. It’s so different to our life here. I’ll also never interrupt my dad when he starts on a story like that. Even if I’ve heard it before.”

Vampire

“I’ve always said: I want to play a woman, a vampire, a Moroccan kick-boxer. I’ve succeeded in doing the last one. A vampire is a wonderful character. The beauty of their faces, the sensuality, the tragedy of never going outside during the day, and of course their never ageing; never dying, in fact. I’d like to never die. When I was a kid, I suffered a lot of nightmares. About falling and never landing. I had a hard time in the dream world, I wasn’t a big fan of night. It was, I think, a sort of inexplicable fear of dying. At a certain moment I grew familiar with those dreams, figured out how to influence them. I could for all intents and purposes check-out whenever it became scary. I became the director of my own dream world. When I was twelve, I fell in love, and then I was over it. I still have nightmares, like everyone else, but now I find them fascinating instead of threatening. Beautiful how your mind can make a story out of all sorts of ingredients. Sometimes I call my mother to talk about what a dream might mean. For example, I recently dreamt about my grandmother. ‘She thinks about you and loves you,’ my mother says.”

Tree

“I still know fear and uncertainty, but they don’t hinder me anymore. They’re two trusted companions now, who walk with me. They keep me sharp and hungry, and in a good way, they keep me on my toes. As long as they don’t hold me back, they can be here. Fear of dying is now simply fear of no longer living. If a way to live until you’re 377 is discovered tomorrow, I’ll be the first to sign up. I’d like to end up as a tree. Then you only need to have a care for wind, rain and sun.”

#anon come get ur interview !!! translated this first one & i'll get to work on the other ones for u mwah mwah #marwan kenzari #i also will be honest that i do not know if 'moroccan' is supposed to be capitalised i thought it was but if its not thats on me #idk how else to tag this. also i love him. also i love doing translation work bc sometimes it does not work out but usually it just allows #me to flaunt the nuance of language i guess #translation*#starting a collection ladies

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shockinglysubmissive · 3 years ago

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Neverland or Never Cum

WARNINGS: Teasing, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Crying kink, Language, Degradation, Implied Anal Sex, Dom Reader

Nishinoya x GN!Reader

WC: 1.4k

Loud pops startle you as you walk into your boyfriend’s apartment. Your eyes follow the string tied to the door knob, leading to confetti poppers that just created a huge mess on the floor. Having only been dating for a month, you were struggling to get used to his childish habits. When he invited you over, you thought that he actually wanted to have a nice date, not pull a stupid prank.

“Dammit Yu! Can’t you fucking grow up! You are 24, acting like a 14 year old! I’m so tired of you acting like this all the time! Can’t you act like an adult every once in a while?” You raise your voice, seeing the confused look on his face.

“Why would I want to do that? Being an adult is so boring. It’s all ‘blah blah blah, taxes, I have a mortgage to pay’ That is torture. There is nothing fun about being an adult.” He crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at you. Seeing his defiance and bratty attitude, something snapped in your mind.

Gripping his jaw, you force him to look you in the eyes. “Nothing fun? Oh my sweet, stupid, little bitch. You don’t know how wrong you are.” Slowly, his tongue slips back into his mouth, clearly interested in this new side to you.

“Huh? Like what? Name one good thing about being an adult?” His voice waivers slightly.

Enjoying the vulnerable state you have him in, you palm him through his sweatpants. Soft whimpers slip past his spit-soaked lips, not used to another person touching him.

“Ah. A virgin? Figures. Who would want to fuck someone so immature. I absolutely refuse to do such a disturbing thing. It’s almost like actually fucking a teenager.” Grinning at him, you back away, acting as if you are going to clean up the mess he had made.

“But... I am an adult. You can touch me.” He reaches for your hand, desperate to get you to come back and continue touching him. “If… If I promise that I won’t prank you all the time, will you please keep touching me?” His eyes are wide, tears already clinging to his lower lashes.

“Aww. Are you going to cry? That’s so cute. Crying just because you want me to touch you. I’ll think about it. I can’t just touch you now. You have to prove it to me.” You cross your arms and shake your head disapprovingly.

Cleaning up the mess for real this time, you leave him to his own devices. Picking up the bits of streamers left you sweating. Tossing your jacket on the couch, you take the scraps to the trash can.

Your undershirt clings to your sweaty body, and you look around for your boyfriend. He lays on his stomach on the couch, using your discarded jacket as a pillow. Assuming that he was going to take a nap, you start dismantling the string and confetti poppers.

It wasn’t until you actually started listening that you heard him. Labored breaths are joined with a faint sound of fabric rubbing together. You peak over the couch, seeing him grind pathetically against the cushion, using your jacket to muffle his noises.

“You desperate whore. Gross. You’re drooling all over my stuff.” You shake your head, seeing multiple wet patches along the fabric. The largest patch is where his teeth hold the material, but a few smaller patches appear where his tears have been falling. “Cumming on the couch. Do you have no shame?” You ask, trying to hide how attractive you found him at that moment. Drool and tears staining his face as he looks at you with eyes of pure lust.

He shakes his head and releases the jacket. “Show me what is so good about being an adult. Please. I want to learn. And to make you want to touch me.” His voice came out weak and broken, melting any former anger that you may have had for him.

“Sit up for me then, pretty boy.” You nudge him to rest his legs on the floor, freeing his throbbing cock, precum smeared all along his shaft from his attempts to make himself cum. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, seeing how red the underside has gotten from rutting against the rough fabric of his sweats.

Inspecting him, you start to learn where he is the most reactive. Finding that he adored the feeling of you delicately touching the head of his cock. He feels hot and heavy in your hand, pulsing and twitching as you stroke up and down his full length.

“Ah I’m- oh…” His voice is high and whiny as you ease him towards his release before stopping and letting it fade away. “Don’t stop… please. I could cum if you just move your hand up to the tip. I can’t cum without you touching me there.” His lust clouded mind still hasn’t processed that was your plan. Denying him until he can’t think, getting him right to the edge until he cries for you. And just when he thinks he may die from need, you will finally keep going.

Leaning down, you clean all the precum that has dripped past the head, careful not to let your tongue touch his most sensitive spots.

Slowly, he realizes what you were doing, and he jerks his hips, trying to get any kind of contact on his cum coated tip.

“Tastes good. And hearing you cry only makes this more enjoyable for me. So be good and don’t hide your tears.” You give him a wink, moving your attention even lower. His balls were larger and heavier than you thought they would be. It made it a bit more difficult for you when you tried to take them both in your mouth. You let your drool slick them up, relishing in the way he reacted.

Being your good boy, he listened to you, letting his tears stream down his face as he sat on his hands to keep from touching himself. As you hollow your cheeks, you feel him start twitching. Letting them out of your mouth with a pop, you watch as his head falls back in frustration. His hair falls in his face as he lets out a broken sob.

“You are doing so well. Isn’t it fun doing things that only adults can do?” You quirk an eyebrow, waiting to see if he can answer you. After a few moments of no response, you cup his cheek. “Yu sweety, can you speak? Or should I stop?” You ask gently, a bit worried that you went too far. His eyes shoot open.

“Don’t stop. I think I will explode if you do.” His whole body felt as if it was on fire. The coil in his stomach feels as if it is suffocating him.

Taking mercy on his trembling form, you decide he has had enough teasing. Slowly pumping his full length, you loosen your grip when you get to the head.

“I’ll let you cum. Don’t worry.” You hadn’t noticed how much your mouth was watering at the sight of him. Hovering over the tip, you let your spit mix with his cum. Based on the way that left him whimpering, you knew he would only last a few seconds longer. Your lips wrap around him, tongue swirling and swiping his slit. His hands move to the back of your head, unsure of what to do with them.

His fingers tangle in your hair, trying to hold onto reality as you let yourself sink lower onto him. The second his tip pushes into your throat, he is cumming. Apologies fall from his lips as you pull away, his cum and your drool leaving you connected.

Swallowing what you can, you try to silence him. “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to taste your delicious cum. But you still seem pretty hard. Do you want more? You said you can’t cum without touching your tip, but I think I can make you cum buckets by using your tight little asshole.”

At your words, he feels himself become even more excited, the thought of you teaching him different ways to get off made him think that being an adult wasn’t really as bad as he thought it was.

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mymoodwriting · 3 years ago

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Request for Anon (yandere Taemin based on Impressionable) 8.6k, yandere, needles, drugs, smut, virgin reader, oral: female receiving, marriage, abuse

I want to know you more…

From across the room Taemin’s eyes landed on you. He didn’t know you, but he wanted to. Your beauty, your presence, it called to him. He came to this gala only out of necessity, needing to keep up appearances. Such events bored him, the mindless small talk, the subtle and not so subtle bragging of others, it was all annoying. It was about time he left anyway, he had stayed long enough, but then he saw you across the room, and he just had to introduce himself.

“Mark, a pleasure. And who might this beautiful woman be? Certainly not your date, she’s far too pretty for you.”

“Taemin.” Mark grit his teeth, keeping a smile on his face. “I didn’t think I’d run into you here at this hour.”

“I like to keep things interesting. So, are you going to introduce me? Or are you really that afraid of me stealing your date?”

“No, not at all. Taemin, this is my sister, y/n, not my date.”

“Ah, I see she got all the looks in the family.” Taemin held his hand out to you. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello.” You took his hand shyly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“What brings you to such an event?”

“Uh…”

“She needed to get out of the house.” Mark answered. “So I figured a place like this would be enjoyable.”

“I suppose. Now, might I invite you to dance with me y/n?”

“Uh…”

“She’ll have to decline.”

“I didn’t ask you.” Taemin stated. “I asked the beautiful woman on your arm.”

“I… I’ll decline… I don’t dance much.”

“Understandable. I shall leave you to enjoy your evening then.” Taemin gently took your hand, kissing it. “I look forward to the next time we meet.”

You looked away, flustered by the gesture, trying to hide a smile. Taemin excused himself, wishing you a good night. He was very much a gentleman, unlike your brother at times. You did hope to meet him again sometime although you weren’t sure you’d be any more interesting than you were just now. Only time would tell.

First get me interested…

Taemin had found you impossibly adorable. Such a quiet and shy thing, he was so curious to get to know what was hidden behind that demeanor. Perhaps he would have gotten a better look if not for your brother. If he really wanted to talk to you and get to know you, he’d have to get Mark out of the picture. It wouldn’t be that hard to do, it just involved some annoying tasks that would be worth it. Although he did have to wait a while before seeing you again.

His next chance came at a banquet. He had been talking up a wealthy friend of his, giving him ideas of investing and promising to introduce him to someone who would do wonders with his money. That’s how it went down, Taemin pointing out Mark as someone to talk to that night to his friend. Of course Mark couldn’t pass up the chance to improve his own business, meaning his attention was elsewhere and you were quietly near him, all alone. Taemin made his way over to your side, letting you notice him on your own so he wouldn’t startle you. He saw recognition in your eyes and made his move.

“Hello again.”

“Taemin, hello.”

“It’s nice to see you again, you look as stunning as before.”

“Thank you.”

“So how’s your night going?”

“It’s okay, but it’s not really my scene.”

“Then why are you here? I don’t mean to be rude, just curious.”

“I… I don’t go out much, and my parents want me to socialize some more, so they figured these types of events would be a good starting point. It’s more calm compared to… well I wouldn’t know.”

“Hm, well, these events aren’t the best place to socialize in my opinion. That is unless you’ve come to talk business and make new partnerships.”

“You don’t seem to be doing that.”

“That’s because I find these things boring and annoying.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m a businessman myself and it’s important to be present at these events. Shows my humanity and what not, but it’s really just dull. If I want to talk business I’ll reach out when I wish and with whomever I wish. A place like this makes it so you wind up talking to all sorts of individuals you’d rather not cross paths with.”

“It does sound annoying.”

“Indeed, and it’s no place for such a lovely girl like you. With that said, why don’t we get out of here?”

“What?”

“Shall we go do something more interesting?”

“Uh… I…”

“You don’t have to of course. I’ve been here an acceptable amount of time and will be taking my leave now, just thought I’d offer you a way out. Have a good night.”

Taemin began to step away when he felt you grab his arm. He hid his smirk, clearly happy with how the nights events were unfolding. He took a quick glance over at Mark who was still oblivious to everything, perfect.

“Yes, dear?”

“Hypothetically speaking… if I were to go with you… were would you take me?”

“Wherever you’d like. If you don’t go out much then surely there is so much you want to see.”

“Well… I’ve never really made plans before so I don’t… I wouldn’t know where to go…”

“Then I’d like to take you somewhere a little more peaceful.”

“On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You have to bring me back here, and this will only be for an hour.”

“I could always take you home after. Your home that is.”

“I… we’ll see…”

“Well then, shall we?”

Taemin gave you the warmest smile, his hand taking your own and leading you out of the venue. A car was already pulled up and he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. You were excited, looking forward to wherever Taemin might take you. Although you also hoped you wouldn’t get in too much trouble if you were caught. The whole ride you stared out the window, not having much experience with being outside.

“So, where are we going?”

“Somewhere nice. Can I offer you a drink?”

“I don’t really drink alcohol.”

“I have pop, or juice, even water. Anything you’d like.”

“Hm, I could go for some pop, all there ever is at those places is champagne.”

“I know, very bland.”

Taemin reached into the mini fridge in the car, handing you a drink. You thanked him, double checking if it was alright to drink in the car, which he assured you it was. A refreshing drink was a nice change of pace compared to where you had come from. After a while the car finally came to a stop, the driver stepping out and opening the door for you. As you got out of the car you came to realize where you were. People, couples, were walking around, enjoying the evening. Before you could comment Taemin had come around, taking your hand and leading you into the park.

You took in the scenery, finding it a lot prettier than just the pictures you had seen. When you came to a stop Taemin tugged on your arm, getting you to see where you were. That’s when the sounds finally hit you, the sounds of the water. You were at the river side, and the waves were beautiful. You let go of Taemin’s hand and walked closer to the edge, seeing how the waves came to shore and retreated. Taemin merely watched you with fascination, happy to see such a pretty smile on your face. He walked over to you, standing at your side and watching the waves.

“It’s such a beautiful sound, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… it’s so peaceful, and soothing.”

“Come on.”

Taemin brought you over to a bench, taking off his jacket and putting it around you, making sure you were warm. You thanked him, peacefully watching the waves.

“This is nice.” You said. “Better than the gala.”

“There are many things better than that. I do hope you’ll come out with me again sometime.”

“I would like that.”

You stayed for a while, just enjoying each others company, and the waves. You eventually found yourself leaning against Taemin’s shoulder. As good as the moment was, you knew you had to get back, and just as you asked, Taemin returned you to the venue.

“You know, a true gentleman is supposed to drop off the lady exactly where he got her from.”

“Yeah but… going back in would be weird for you… since you left already…” You mumbled. “I’ll be fine, I doubt anyone noticed I was gone. Thanks again… I had fun.”

You smiled, not able to face Taemin, but the joy on your face made him smile. You had already handed him back his jacket, and you probably should have walked away from the car by now, but there was something else you had to do.

“Could I… could I have your number.” You held out your phone to Taemin. “If you’re okay with that… I-”

“You’re so cute.” Taemin took your phone and added his number, handing it back to you. “Call me.”

“I… thank you again for tonight.”

“Get in safe”

You made your way back inside, Taemin waving at you before rolling up the window, the car pulling away. You reentered the gala without issue, finding your way back to Mark and just waiting for the night to end. At least now you had something to ponder over, reliving the peaceful moment of before. Mark made no comment on the night, clearly unaware of your little disappearance. Staring out the window now felt different, and you wanted to see other parts of the city. While gazing you ended up drifting off, falling asleep in the car like a kid.

Mark tried to wake you when you got home, but you were out. He found it ridiculous, getting one of the guards to carry you up to your room. He would have just left you like that but he’d get an earful in the morning, so he did a bit of undressing. He just got your shoes and socks off, the jewelry and anything that wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. Maybe he should had gotten the makeup off but that was too much, so he just let you rest. When he stepped out he was met with a friend, his head of security, Lee Jeno.

“It must have been an eventful night.”

“Yeah… I guess so… have someone keep an eye on her. She doesn’t smell like alcohol but still.”

“Of course. Shall you be retiring as well?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll have something prepared then and sent to your study.”

“Thank you, Jeno.”

I’ll let you fall in love at once too…

Your little adventure that night was only the beginning. Now you at least had something to look forward to every time you went out to Mark to those big events. You’d find yourself looking for Taemin in the crowd, hoping for some good company. You only ever caught glimpses of him, losing him in the crowds or getting side-tracked by Mark introducing you to others. You never really had to look for him, he always had his eyes on you, and he knew when to make his move., once you were alone.

“So, we meet again.”

“Hello.”

“Having fun?”

“Are you?”

“Of course not, but a charity event like this is important. Did you donate?”

“My family did, as I’m sure you know.”

“I do, quite the amount. Very kind.”

“You donated more.”

“Ah, did you look into me?”

“I did a bit of research.”

“Did you like what you found?”

“It… intrigued me…”

“Hm. Now this is all for a good cause, but I’m about to make my exit, wanna come?”

“Where are you off to now?”

“I don’t know, but I wanna keep the fun going. Are you in?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good girl.”

You glanced over at Mark to make sure he was busy before taking Taemin’s hand, excited for another night of adventure. This time he went all out, taking you to an amusement park. It’s certainly not a place you’d ever go to, it didn’t fit your lifestyle, or at least you were told. So being there was a first, and it was an experience. Everything was so beautiful, the lights, the music, the atmosphere, it was more than you expected. Taemin could see the wonder in your eyes, wanting to indulge you in every way possible. Whatever rides you wanted to get on, whatever you wanted to eat, he gave you everything.

You were like a kid in a candy shop, wanting everything and getting it all. Taemin was way too much fun, and you loved every moment with him. You didn’t even know how much time had passed, running from one thing to another, finally slowing down on the carousel. You rode it more than once, wanting to get on a horse, then a tiger, but eventually you wound up just sitting down on one of the chariots with Taemin, lazily spinning in circles, seeing the pretty lights and beautiful night sky. You leaned your head against Taemin’s shoulders, a blissful smile on your face.

“How was tonight?”

“Wonderful…”

“You’ve never been to an amusement park, have you?”

“Nope.”

“Might I ask… why is it that you stay home so often?”

“My parents… they worry about me a lot. I’ve been sheltered my whole life, home schooled and everything. I only recently started going out, and that’s only to all these events with my brother.”

“Terrible introduction to the world.”

“I think I have to agree.”

“Right? Like, don’t get me wrong, good causes and purposes and what not, but so dull. Everyone is so uptight and just, all the pointless chatter. If I didn’t have to go to some of those things I wouldn’t bother.”

“Me too…” You carefully reached over to take Taemin’s hand. “But then I wouldn’t see you…”

“I feel the same.”

The carousel came to a stop, and you both got off, hand in hand. You thought maybe another go around would be fun but Taemin had to sadly remind you that it was time to get back. You knew you had to as well, that is if you wanted these secret outings to continue. You didn’t let go of Taemin’s hand on the drive back, and you were reluctant to get out of the car.

“Do you want to stay with me?”

“Yes… but Mark will kill me…”

“Will you risk it?”

“I… I can’t…”

“I understand. Have a good night.”

Taemin kissed your cheek, causing you to get all flustered. He stepped out of the car to open the door for you, seeing you off. You were grateful for another night of fun and excitement, returning to the charity ball with a big smile on your face. Just like before your absence wasn’t noticed and it was easy to return to Mark’s side. And just like last time you fell asleep on the drive home, waking up in bed the next morning, a smile still on your face from last night. There were so many more good times ahead, you could feel it.

The next time you crossed paths he offered you dinner, something way more filling than the venue food. It was really your first time eating out and he made sure the place was fantastic. A private little room and such a variety of food. It all just tasted different, better, probably cause you were enjoying yourself with Taemin. He was more than happy to feel you as you sat in his lap, peppering you with soft little kisses, slowly working his way to your lips. He tasted good, although maybe that was all the food on his tongue.

“Hm… what am I gonna do with you…”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so adorable, and just like Cinderella you have to disappear before midnight.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes, but I won’t ask that of you. I’d hate to get you in trouble.”

“Maybe that’s okay…”

“Oh, are you going to challenge your family?”

“Maybe… I like being with you…”

“Me too, but I don’t want you upsetting your family. All they’ve ever done is take care of you.”

“It’s suffocating…”

“Only until you learned there was more, if they weren’t so strict with their princess maybe you wouldn’t have felt that way.”

“Why are we talking about them?”

“It just flowed into the conversation, but I agree, we should change the subject. How about we focus on you.” Taemin’s hand landed on your thigh, inching up. “And the things you like.”

“Taemin…” You grabbed his hand, hiding your face. “Uh…”

“Oh, you’ve never… done it before, have you?”

“I didn’t leave the house, remember…”

“So you’ve never had a boyfriend before either?”

“No…”

“Awe, I’m honored to be your first. We’ll take it slow.”

“You don’t think… I’m immature or something?”

“Of course. Why would I think that? There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re lovely as you are.”

“Thank you…”

“Alright, how about dessert.”

“Yes, please.”

You adored these dates, not just because you were with Taemin, but because they gave you a chance to see all kinds of things you never had before. He always surprised you with something different, although when you started to ask about certain places he was more than happy to let you explore what you wanted. Despite all the fun you knew you were bound to get caught eventually, you just weren’t sure on the how or when.

You woke refreshed and relaxed after another date night, heading down for breakfast. Although after date night you tended to sleep in, so it was likely lunch time by now. You were about to head down after cleaning yourself up when there was a knock at your door. You weren’t used to having any attention in the house, so it was strange. You didn’t even get to respond before the door opened and Mark let himself in.

“Ya! I didn’t invite you in!”

“We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Where are you going? When you disappear at the venues.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I just thought you had finally made friends and would go off to talk to them, but last night I saw you coming back in from outside.”

“I-”

“And don’t try to pass this off as you going out for some fresh air. I checked security footage, you left and disappeared for over an hour.”

“Mark…”

“Where did you go? Are you seeing someone?”

“And… and what if I am?”

“Who? Do you know how dangerous it is to go out like that? Without telling anyone? What if you got kidnapped or something? Who the fuck are you sneaking off with.”

“It’s… it’s…”

“Tell me!”

“Taemin!” You yelled. “I’ve been going out with Taemin…”

“Taemin? Lee Taemin? Are you nuts!”

“What?”

“You’re seeing him?”

“So?”

“He’s dangerous, you can’t-”

“What? Is he a convicted serial killer or something?”

“No, but-”

“He’s just a man, and I like him.”

“You are not seeing him again.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!”

“You have no say in who I get to see!”

“What do you think mom and dad will say if I tell them you’ve been sneaking around behind my back?”

“They’ll be happy, that’s what.”

“Huh?”

“Oh please, you didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“The only reason mom and dad wanted me to go with you to all those things was so I could meet someone and get married. It’s the only way I’d contribute anything to this family.”

“Are you serious? I told them that wasn’t necessary.”

“So you did know.”

“Whatever, you can’t see him again.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“He doesn’t care about you, he’s just a playboy.”

“That’s not true! Whenever I’m with him I’m happy! I get all warm and fuzzy, and I feel like I can do anything. He’s sweet and kinda, and he cares about me!”

“Really? So when have you gone out with him outside of all these events, huh?”

“What?”

“You only go out at night when he has spare time. If he really cared about you his relationship with you wouldn’t be a secret.”

“I… shut up! You can’t be giving me relationship advice when you’re not even married or seeing someone!”

“Y/n, he’s bad news. He’s just-”

“Get out!”

“Y/n, listen to me!”

“I don’t wanna hear it!”

You shoved Mark towards the door, but he was a lot stronger than you, so he barely moved. You were already upset with him and you knew he wasn’t gonna budge, so you didn’t have much options. You grabbed your coat and your things, storming out of your room. Mark was quickly on your tail, grabbing your arm.

“Where are you going?”

“Out!”

You ripped your arm free and left the house, slamming the door shut behind you. This was the first time you had ever done something like this, so after two blocks of power walking you stopped, not sure what to do next, or where to go. Now, in this silence, you could think back on what Mark had said, finding some truth in his words. You only ever went out with Taemin at night, and only when he was expected to be at all these other events. You two snuck around, and he would always be careful to not draw too much attention wherever you went.

You looked around, it was a beautiful day, a perfect day to spend with someone you loved, but you weren’t sure if Taemin would be the one. Still, you had to take a chance, to prove Mark wrong. You only ever texted with Taemin, about meeting up outside the venues, and possible date ideas. This was the first time you’d actually call him, for now you just hoped he’d pick up. It took a second for you to make the call, way too nervous about possible heartbreak, but you knew you had to. For once you should make the first move.

“… hello…”

Taemin was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang. He’d usually berated anyone else if that happened, but of course he was the exception. No one commented as he took out his phone, checking the caller ID and seeing it was you. He smiled, getting everyone to shut up in the room as he took the call. Your shy little greeting made his heart skip a beat.

“Hi, this is unexpected.”

“Is… is it a bad time?”

“No, of course not, did you miss me?”

“Yeah… I… I was wondering if you wanted… to have lunch with me?”

“Lunch? Yeah, I could eat. Shall I pick you up from home?”

“No, no… I’m not there right now.”

“What? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“I’m fine…”

“Stay where you are and text me, I’ll be right over. Stay there, promise?”

“Promise.”

Taemin ended the meeting there, having a car pull around and going to pick you up. As soon as you got in the car he pulled you close, pressing his face against yours.

“Goodness you’re cold, and in thin clothes, did you just get up?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re not far from home either, what happened?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? You’re not hurt are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine…”

“Let’s get you somewhere warm, alright, and food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

Taemin made some calls, clearing out his afternoon for you. Maybe it was silly, but you were happy he was willing to give you all this attention at the drop of a hat. It assured you that this, the two of you, were real. He cared about you, and that’s all that mattered to you. When you arrived he ushered you inside, getting you some soup to warm you up, and wrapping you up in his jacket.

“You sure you don’t want to talk?”

“It’s just… sibling banter really…”

“But you’ve never left the house like this before have you?”

“No… I never really had anywhere else to go and this time… I thought maybe you’d offer me a place.”

“Awe, baby, that’s so sweet. Of course I’m here for you. I’m sorry you got into a fight with your brother.”

“Thank you… for being there for me.”

“Of course. Shall we teach your brother a lesson then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you come home with me. Stay at my place for a few days, make him regret whatever he did or said.”

“Hm… I like that.”

“Good, eat up, I wanna make sure you have a full belly.”

Taemin really liked feeding you while you sat in his lap, made it easier to kiss your cheek and nuzzle your neck. After lunch he took you back to his place. It was a beautiful mansion like your own, except bigger. As far as you knew he lived alone, so you wondered why such a big place, must be lonely. He ended picking you up in his arms and carrying you upstairs to the bedroom. He laid you down, crawling on top of you and peppering your face with kisses.

“I’m really happy to have you here.”

“Your place is so nice.”

“You’re used to it, aren’t you? It’s just like being home.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me stay.”

“Anything for you. Now why don’t you get some sleep, after all that food I’m sure you feel tired.”

“A bit… I’m sorry if I messed anything up for today…”

“Huh?”

“Your meetings and stuff…”

“It’s fine. The perfect excuse to end the day, thanks for that. I do need to deal with some paperwork, but I’ll be done after your nap.”

“Okay.”

“Sweet dreams.”

I adjust the temperature so as not to get wet with the sticky consistency…

Taemin snuck back into the bedroom, being careful not to wake you. He wanted to see your sleeping form, making his way to the bedside. You looked so cute and peaceful, sleeping on a full belly and in his bed. He leaned down to breathe you in, wanting to keep that scent close by forever. For now he was just content having you in his home. You seemed to be a deep sleeper, never having much to worry about in your life, which was a good thing for him.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently grabbing your arm and pulling it towards him. He reached into the drawer of the night stand, pulling out a small case and setting it on the table. Upon opening it he grabbed the needle inside, removing the cap and grabbing your arm, gently putting pressure on it in order to find a vein. You groaned a bit, attempting to roll over but he held you tight enough to keep you from moving. He hummed a bit, trying to sooth you so you’d stay asleep as he inserted the needle into your arm.

“There’s a good girl.” He put the needle away, kissing your head. “A very good girl.”

Taemin laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms. You stayed asleep, cuddling against him, feeling happy. He gently pet your head, wanting to stay like this, but also wanting to wake you and spend the rest of the day together. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon, so it wasn’t a bad thing to wake you.

“Y/n… sweetheart wake up.”

“Hm…”

“You wanna stay in bed?”

“It’s warm and soft… and you’re here.”

“Then maybe we can stay a little longer.”

“Yeah… is everything good… with you…”

“Yes, I took care of things. I’m all yours today.”

“I like that… thanks… for giving me… the time…”

“Of course, anything to upset your brother and make you happy.”

“You don’t like Mark… do you…”

“Business is business, he’s never been nice either.”

“I know…”

“Did he hurt you bad today?”

“Yeah… he said… you don’t love me… says you’re dangerous…”

“Oh, I am.”

“Huh?”

“Dangerously in love.” He kissed your head. “What do you wanna do today?”

“Wanna stay with you…”

“That’s a given since you’re in my house. I’d like to show you around.”

“Yeah…”

“Yes. I have a beautiful library, and garden I’m sure you’d love. A billiards room, do you know how to play?”

“No… I don’t usually play those games…”

“I’ll teach you.”

“Yeah, sounds like fun.”

You opened up your eyes, looking up at Taemin and smiling, kissing his cheek. You sat up, stretching, finally waking up after your nap. You weren’t one for naps, but you felt good and refreshed. Taemin kept to his word about showing you around. You were used to staying in your own room so this was a nice change. Here, with him, it really felt like it would be a greater home, and you would actually wanna be in it. At the end of the day you got comfy with Taemin, watching a movie.

“You’re staying the night, right?”

“Yes… I mean I want to but I understand-”

“It’s perfectly fine with me. I want you to stay.”

“Although… I would like to take a shower and maybe… have a change of clothes…”

“I can have one of the maids wash your clothes while you shower, you’re already in pajamas anyway.”

“That works.”

“Good. Stay as long as you want, it’ll teach your brother to respect you.”

“Yeah… if he cares…”

“Either way, as long as you’re happy.”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“Good.

It was your first time sleeping away from home, and sharing a bed with someone. You were a bit nervous but Taemin made you feel comfortable. He took you into his arms, his warmth keeping you warm and cozy. It was easy to fall asleep at his side, and you hoped it would be the first of many more nights together.

I wake you up with an unfamiliar feeling, the newness will be sweet…

Taemin further confirmed you were a deep sleeper in the morning. His stirring and movements not disturbing you at all. It was the perfect way to admire you from up close. Although he started to wonder, given your little experience in the world, how innocent you truly were. It sent a delightful shiver down his spine thinking about all the firsts he could give you, one he was inclined to do now.

He got under the covers, making his way down, tugging your pants down. Seeing your cute panties for a second time, of course he peeked at your clothes after they were washed, and this was an even better view. He tugged them down as well, seeing your pretty pink lips, knowing they’ve never been kissed before. He moved up to kiss your tummy, breathing you in. He wanted to savor this moment, the anticipation and then the fun.

It was the cold that woke you, something wet and cold against your skin. It was weird and then you felt good, something you couldn’t describe. As you began to wake it all came into focus, and you realized Taemin wasn’t around, at least not next to you. You pulled back the covers and found Taemin between your legs. You yelled and tried to move away but he held your legs firmly.

“Awake?”

“Taemin…. what are you doing…”

“I thought I’d surprise you this morning, do you like it?”

“I… I…”

“I know, it must feel great. Do you want me to stop?”

“… no…”

“Just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of everything.”

Taemin placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back. You were a bit nervous with the idea, but you didn’t voice that as you felt his lips at your core, something playing around with your clit. You whimpered, feeling hot all around despite the lack of blankets. Your hands reached down, running through Taemin’s hair.

“Taemin… ah…

“I got you baby, just enjoy yourself.”

“This feels… feels good…”

It was a kiss, a deep kiss, down somewhere you had never been touched before. The way his tongue moved, he had experience and yet you felt like he was being gentle, focusing only on you. The only sounds you could make were whimpers and moans, unable to focus on anything except Taemin and how good he was making you feel. You felt something building, and you couldn’t describe it, merely losing yourself in that half formed thought.

“Tae… Taemin… I… I… can’t-”

You screamed his name as you felt pleasure overwhelm you and overtake your senses. You held him against your core, shaking as you rode out the feeling. As you started to come down you sank into the bed, panting.

“So that’s… that’s… an orgasm…”

“You’ve never masturbated before?”

“I… didn’t know… how…”

“I can teach you that too.”

You hid your face in the pillow, embarrassed over your confession, but Taemin found it cute, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You know, we could go again. You’re already so sensitive, it would feel just as good, if not better.”

Taemin gave you soft kisses, making you giggle. You were still riding your high, unable to give an answer, but Taemin had an idea about what you wanted. Although he didn’t get to do anything as a knock at the door interrupted him.

“Taemin, you have a visitor.”

“Tell them to fuck off! Do they have any idea what time it is? I’m busy.”

“I tried to get them to leave, but they refused to do so.”

“Then get security.”

“I understand, but I think you’ll want to meet with this guest.”

“This better be good.” Taemin pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

You were still too blissed out to really register his words, but you hummed and he took that as you understanding. Taemin grabbed a robe and headed down, curious as to who was here so early. It was incredibly rude, and Onew wouldn’t have bothered him if it wasn’t important. As he reached the front he caught sight of his guest, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Mark, I’m surprised to see you.”

“Where is she?!”

“She’s fine. As I’m sure you know, she came here willingly. I expected you sooner actually.”

“Cut the shit. What do you want?”

“Hm?”

“What do you want in exchange for leaving her alone?”

Taemin chuckled. “I have what I want, and that’s her.”

“I said cut the shit.”

“Mark, my boy, I am very serious. This isn’t some ploy to get something from you. I like y/n, and she likes me too.”

“Well I don’t like you.”

“And since when does your opinion matter in regards to her feelings?”

“Where is she?”

“She-”

“Mark?”

You had regained some clarity, getting out of bed and eagerly looking for Taemin, unaware of the situation. You vaguely remembered the mention of a guest, wanting to see if Taemin was done with that. Instead you found your brother here, the two butting heads. You overheard a bit and that’s all you needed to make your presence known.

“There you are, come on, we’re going home.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to get you. We’ll talk about this later.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You stepped closer to Taemin. “I’m staying here.”

“You’re not.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

“Y/n, we are going home.”

“I said leave.”

“This isn’t your house.”

“I wanted you to leave the second I knew you were here.” Taemin chimned in. “Since this is my house, I ask you nicely to leave. Before I have you thrown out.”

“Whatever.”

You were glad your brother left without issue, although you did feel bad for him bothering Taemin so early in the morning.

“Are you alright?”

“I should be asking you.”

“Having unwanted guests early in the morning isn’t entirely uncommon. I’m more annoyed that he interrupted us.”

“Ah… that…”

“How are your legs?”

“Fine… are they not supposed to be?”

“Not if we had more fun, but we can worry about that later. How about breakfast?”

“Yes please.”

“Good, and since you’ll be staying we should get you some clothes. I can have someone go out and get you things, or we can go out shopping if you’d like.”

“Shopping sounds fun…”

“Shopping it is. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

You hooked your arm around Taemin’s, heading to the dinning room for some food before a day full of adventure.

Slowly lure in to pull you deeper…

You weren’t one to go around shopping. Always being quick and getting what you need. Your parents and Mark would get you the other more luxurious things, obviously to make sure you looked appropriate when you were out and about with them. It was certainly a little embarrassing to be shopping for intimates with Taemin at your side, but he didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. You got some everyday clothes, Taemin making sure it was all brand labels, and then he took you somewhere you didn’t except.

“I don’t need a fancy dress like this if I’m just around the house.”

“It’s not for the house. I thought maybe you’d let me show you off someday.”

“Show me off?”

“My invitations to those big events always have a plus one.”

“But wouldn’t walking around with me attract attention? You always want to avoid that.”

“I do, but I have no problem letting everyone know you’re mine.” Taemin kissed your cheek. “You don’t have to come with me though, I know you didn’t like them to begin with.”

“You don’t like them either, and I can’t let you go alone.”

“Then let’s make sure you look stunning when the time comes.”

You worried that staying with Taemin would be an annoyance, but he welcomed you with open arms. He also didn’t want to leave you by yourself, so he chose to work from home while you stayed. He enjoyed you lounging around his home office while he sent emails and took calls. You were glad to be with him, it kinda felt like you skipped a few steps in this relationship, but you didn’t mind. It was nice living together, it made the days less lonely. Then it finally happened, an invitation to a banquet, your chance to go public with your relationship.

You were so excited, and so nervous, but Taemin put you at ease. It was your tradition to have late night dates because of this, and going to an event together wouldn’t change that. So you had something to look forward to besides your first time being very public with Taemin. You dressed in something to match Taemin’s outfit, feeling far more dolled up than you ever were before. On the drive over to the venue you started to get nervous, but Taemin took your hand and assured you that everything would be alright. You’d leave as soon as you wanted to, only a little mingling was ever necessary.

Taemin could tell you were still pretty nervous, as you were holding him tight as you walked in, so he had no problem doing all the talking. Despite being at these kinds of events before, this felt different. For once people seemed to pay attention to you. Taemin introduced you with pride, and as you were, not making any mention of your family or who you were connected to. It was actually kinda nice to participate, to talk to others and feel like you were actually seen. For once it felt like you belonged there, or at least like you had a reason to be there.

“Taemin, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, don’t get lost.” Taemin kissed your cheek. “Hurry back.”

You went off, saying hello to a few people on the way. You were enjoying yourself, that is until the abrupt interruption. Your arm was grabbed and you were suddenly dragged away from the main event. You knew it wasn’t Taemin, and before you could scream you saw who realized who had grabbed you.

“Mark?”

“Don’t cause a scene.”

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

It wasn’t surprising to see him, you figured he would have been invited too. You just didn’t think he’d do something like this. You stumbled behind him, aware he was pulling you towards the exit.

“Mark, what are-”

Your words were cut short as you were stunned into silence, Mark suddenly stopping when you were alone and slapping you. Your cheek burned and you reached up to grab it, still in shock.

“Is this why you’ve been hanging out with Taemin? To get your fix?”

“What are you-”

“Don’t lie to me!” Mark threw some papers at you. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I don’t-’

“What do you think mom and dad would say if they found out?”

“I… I…”

You had no idea what Mark was so upset about, that is until you noticed the papers on the floor and realized what they were.

“Drug test… when did you-”

“I took samples from your room. Are you insane? What are you fucken on? I thought-”

“I didn’t know…”

“What?”

“I… he… he always gave me a drink in his car…”

“What are you talking about?”

“It always tasted a little funny… I didn’t know…”

You started sobbing, putting the pieces together and feeling violated. You trusted Taemin, and since the beginning he had been messing with you, and you couldn’t make sense of it. Although it should have been obvious, your name had value, and that’s probably what he cared about more than you. Mark started to put together your words as well, feeling worse than before, picking up the papers and helping you up.

“Let’s go home…”

When you got home you ripped off the dress, and threw all the jewelry you had on the floor. You jumped into a shower to clean yourself off. Mark had cleaned up the mess you had left behind, knowing he didn’t need to comment, you were beating yourself up enough. After the shower you just sat in the tub sobbing, feeling so stupid. Of course it wasn’t gonna be that easy.

“Y/n.” Mark knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck off…”

“At least dry yourself off, I don’t want you getting a cold.”

“Aren’t you gonna say it?”

“I’m just sorry I didn’t do better… I’ll have some food brought up okay, and don’t worry, I won’t tell our parents.”

“What… what are you gonna do…”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Me too.”

You were used to being home, but you didn’t even want to leave your room anymore. Food was brought to you, but you barely ate, feeling so stupid and wallowing in it. Mark didn’t really bother you either. If he had been mad and he’d planned to scold you, but he hated himself more for jumping to conclusions. It didn’t even occur to him Taemin was messing with you, he just thought you were being reckless. So he didn’t know what to say to make you feel better, leaving you alone seemed to be a good call.

Although things got complicated when his birthday came up. The party was going to be at the house, and even though the second flood is off limits, he wanted you to step out for a moment. You didn’t want to participate in any social event like that, but he told you that eventually you’d need to step back out into the world. He understood if you weren’t ready for that but he at least thought he’d ask. You appreciated the sentiment, so you spent the night thinking whether or not you should make an appearance, it was his birthday after all.

You figured you could at least say hello, so you started browsing your closet for something to wear. While you were distracted you didn’t notice someone come into your room, not until you heard them behind you. A hand was over your mouth before you could scream, and you squirmed in their grasp. Although you stopped when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, seeing that Taemin was the one holding you. Now you were far more afraid, managing to bite his hand so he could let you go and trying to run but he caught up to you and pinned you to the wall.

“Y/n, talk to me!”

“Let me go!”

“What happened? You left me and have been ghosting me.”

“Go away!”

“Y/n.”

“Shut up! I know you were drugging me!”

“What! What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me!’

“I’m serious, what do you mean? I wasn’t drugging you. Did Mark tell you this?”

“He ran a drug test!”

“And you were there?”

“What?”

“You were there for the test? You saw the results yourself, right?”

“I-”

“Y/n, he’s lying to you.”

“You’re the liar!”

“Then have you been alright? You’d be going through withdrawals if I did drug you, right?”

“I… he wouldn’t lie to me like that!”

��What reason do I have to drug you?”

“I… I don’t…”

“Mark doesn’t like me, but I never thought he’d do something like this to keep you from me.”

“I… no, I don’t…”

“If you don’t believe me, then let me prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“Let’s go do a proper drug test right now. Your hair keeps record of that stuff for months, so let’s go prove him wrong.”

“What if he’s not?”

“I wouldn’t be making this offer if I was actually guilty, you know that. Come on, he’s busy with the party, he won’t know you’re gone.”

“…”

“Please… you know I wouldn’t hurt you…”

Maybe it was foolish to give him another chance, but you really didn’t want your first love to turn out to be a lie. So you snuck out of the house with Taemin, going off to a lab to do a quick drug test. The idea of Mark being right did cross your mind, you remembered the drinks, but being drugged didn’t add up. You never felt really different, but Mark lying made sense, he never liked you doing things outside his approval. You waited anxiously for the results, Taemin a bit hesitant to take your hand, but he did so eventually.

When the doctor came over you grabbed the results, a bit nervous to look. Taemin didn’t say anything either, wanting to give you your time. There was no point in waiting in anticipation, so you looked, actually relieved to see the results were negative. You couldn’t help the tears, having felt so stupid before, only to realize it was all a lie. You trusted your brother, but for him to do something like this, it was unbelievable. You didn’t know for how long you cried, but Taemin held you close. He didn’t say anything until you started to calm down.

“Do you want to get some food… or drinks… I don’t want you feeling like this on an empty stomach.”

“Can… can I have sweets.”

“Yes, of course.”

You weren’t one to stuff your face, but you really wanted something sugary to pick up your mood. You shouldn’t have taken Mark’s word when he presented you with the papers. You were grateful for Taemin, the only person to ever encourage you to do things on your own.

“Are you okay? I mean, I know that’s a stupid question, but-”

“I just… what kind of lie is that… and I don’t even know why… couldn’t he just be happy for me…”

“Brothers can be overprotective. Even going as far as to lie about something like this.”

“He’s an idiot who never lets me do anything.”

“Then just do something big, something he can’t get involved in.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… buy a house and move out, tell your parents about his behavior, get married, there’s a lot.”

“Married… would you marry me?”

“Yeah, I’d love to, but marriage isn’t something you do just to mess with someone, it’s a serious decision.”

“You’re the only person who really cares about me… and marriage… Mark can’t drag me away or control things in my life.”

“You really want to shove it in his face, huh?”

“I’m an adult, he doesn’t need to baby me or lie to me like this. Besides, my parents wanted me to find someone, they’d be happy, so Mark’s opinions wouldn’t matter.”

“I see. The decision is yours though.”

“Would you though? Would you really marry me? We’ve only been together for a little over a month… and that’s not counting that break…”

“I would. I keep getting told to get married, so I could finally shut those voices up.”

“Then let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

You couldn’t make a big deal of that now, but you could make the moment special between you. Taemin made sure to dress you up beautifully, the two of you going to the court first thing in the morning. There was something liberating in signing those papers, like you were finally free and could live your life. You wanted to shove it in Mark’s face, so you figured you’d send him a copy, see how he likes having papers thrown in his face, except yours were legit. You also weren’t going to be around for his freak out, and Taemin suggested you go somewhere for your honeymoon. You loved the idea, although there was some slight complication.

“You’ve never flown before?”

“Nope…”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s really safe, and this is also my private jet, so even better.”

“How long is this flight again?”

“Do you want some sleeping pills?”

“Huh?”

“I can give you something so you knock out during the flight. A lot of airlines do this, especially for first time fliers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Sometimes I take some just to get some sleep.”

“Uh… yeah, I think… but I don’t want to leave you alone…”

“It’s okay, I can get some work down and watch you sleep.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Impressionable…

You woke with a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading through you. It was easy to tell you weren’t on the jet anymore, feeling yourself laid out on a bed. Although when you tried to get up you just felt yourself sinking into the mattress. You were half awake at best, although becoming aware of something on your arm. You managed to look over, seeing some sort of tube in your arm, lazily following it up to what seemed like an IV drip. After a moment you saw Taemin walk over, adding something into the drip.

“Taemin…”

“Hm? Awake now are we?” He sat down, caressing your cheek. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

“What’s… where…”

“Sh, don’t concern yourself. You’ll be okay.”

“What… doing…”

“Just making sure we understand each other perfectly. I don’t want anything to get between us again.”

“I… what…”

“It won’t take too long. No one’s around to bother us, and you’ve always been so receptive. Just sleep love, we’ll enjoy our honeymoon.”

“Can… can we… big wedding…”

“Anything for you my love. I promise, you’ll be so happy with me.”

“Love… you…”

“Me too.”

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you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)

A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈

warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip) words: 9.7k (oops)

a/n: wow it’s been awhile since I wrote one of these!! This has been half finished for a while and i finally got the inspiration to complete it. please enjoy!! 💖

Other parts: Kuroo | Sakusa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being Ushijima’s roommate is fairly simple. He’s easy to get along with once you get past his jarring frankness and strict regime. Seriously, the guy never changes his routine; working out at 6am, breakfast at 8, leaving for practice at 9, home at 5, dinner at 7, and in bed by 9 o’clock. He’s a machine, but you don’t mind his predictability. It certainly makes your life easier being able to plan around his tried-and-true schedule.

You saw his ad for a roommate a few months ago when you were desperate to get out of your parents’ house and into the world. They weren’t too keen on the idea of you living with a man, but upon meeting Ushijima, they changed their minds quickly. Neither of them able to believe that stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi would ever lay a hand on you. Plus, the deal was far too good to pass up, he is seriously underselling the room you’re currently renting; and there’s the bonus that he’s frequently absent at away games, leaving the entire apartment for you to enjoy alone.

You learned quickly to keep your mouth shut on who exactly your roommate is, never inviting anyone over anymore in fear of them finding out from the various volleyball paraphernalia Ushijima so sparsely decorates the apartment with. It became difficult for you to tell if people you just met actually liked you, or if they just wanted a glimpse of the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi and maybe an autograph. And don’t even get you started on his fangirls that he’s so oblivious about.

To your surprise, he was indifferent about having a roommate of the opposite sex. You thought for sure he’d try to ‘keep your honor’ or some shit like that, but all he’d asked you was what your job was to make sure you can pay rent, if you were tidy, and if you didn’t mind being alone. He’d seemed satisfied with your answers, and you’d moved in the following week.

The first and only time Ushijima has someone over, you get home from work surprised to see an interesting looking character standing in the kitchen across from him. They both look up at you, Ushijima giving you a slight nod in greeting while a wide smile spreads across his friends’ face.

“Ushiwaka! You didn’t mention your roommate is that pretty!”

Ushijima blinks as if he’s never considered that about you before, while you chuckle. “Ushi…waka?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone refer to him in such a casual manner before.

The red-head beams, slinging an arm around Ushijima that he surprisingly allows. “Yup, me and Wakatoshi have been friends since high school!”

Now it’s your turn to blink, never having expected Ushijima to have friends outside of volleyball. Especially not ones who call him by his first name. In fact, you don’t even know if he considers any of his teammate’s friends either. He doesn’t spend any time with them outside of volleyball (that you know of) and so far, this is the first person he’s brought to the apartment since you moved in.

“Well,” the visitor nudges Ushijima in the side, who’s expression hasn’t changed throughout this entire interaction. “Are you going to introduce me or what?”

Finally, Ushijima speaks, his deep voice rumbling through your chest as he says, “This is Tendo, we played volleyball together in high school.” He doesn’t show it, but he notices your piqued interest at that information.

“Oh?” You say, “Do you still play?”

Tendo waves his hand dismissively, “Nah, it wasn’t for me. And I’m nothing compared to golden boy over here.”

You try to hide your amusement. This is definitely not what you were expecting from one of Ushijima’s friends. Tendo is rather enjoyable and chatty, much unlike the stone of a man sitting beside him.

“Tendo is a chocolatier in Paris,” Ushijima supplies.

Now you can’t hide your surprise. “Wow! That’s really amazing. What are you doing in Japan then?”

“Just visiting,” he beams. “And of course, I had to see my best friend Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Are you going to his game tomorrow?” You ask, ignoring the way Ushijima’s attention focuses on you. He didn’t think you paid much attention to his volleyball schedule besides when he’s going to be away.

Tendo nods excitedly. “Wouldn’t miss it! You should come too!”

You open your mouth to give some excuse, but then close it again at Tendo’s expectant expression. You bite your lip nervously; in the time you’ve been living with Ushijima you’ve never once actually seen him play. There’s a part of you that avoids it, fearful you might become one of his dreaded fangirls. But you can’t refuse Tendo’s invitation, and to Ushijima’s surprise, you agree to attend.

Clapping his hands together Tendo says, “We get to sit in Ushiwaka’s special seats! Maybe I’ll bring some chocolates for us to snack on…” And when he sees your eyes light up at that, he smiles again, “Chocolate for the lady, done.”

You laugh, and then Tendo is seeing himself out, telling you he can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. And once he’s gone, you can’t help feeling like you don’t know what to with yourself now. Not with Ushijima’s stare boring into your back. After a minute he says, “You don’t have to come.”

And if this had been the first week you’d known him, you might’ve taken that a little personally. But knowing him, he thinks he’s just stating something. He doesn’t see how it can be interpreted as him not wanting you there. “No, it sounds fun! And Tendo seems nice.”

“Tendo is very kind,” he states, and you have to resist the urge to chuckle at him. Ushijima is not a man of words and if that had come out of anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought they were little strange. But in the months of living with him, despite your limited interactions, you’ve gotten used to his mannerisms.

Looking away from him, you start retreating down the hallway to the safety of your room, but before you disappear you say one more thing. “Plus, I’ve never seen you play.” Then you’re gone, not to be seen for the rest of the night. You don’t see him watch you until you’re out of sight. If you had, you would’ve been shocked by his dumbfounded expression at how the small smile you gave him made his heart stutter for a moment.

Ushijima has to leave much earlier than you do for the game, but he informs you that Tendo will be by to pick you up and go to the game together. Then, for the first time probably ever, he bids you goodbye and tells you he’ll see you afterwards.

Tendo comes by the apartment a few hours later, sporting an Ushijima jersey and a box of chocolates he asks to hide in your bag. For having just met him yesterday, he easily leads the conversation, asking you all sorts of things—though he seems particularly interested in your relationship with Ushijima. You try to assure him it’s nothing. Really, you aren’t even sure if you can consider Ushijima your friend. Right now, you’re pretty much strictly roommates and that’s it.

When you let it slip that you’ve never seen Ushijima play, Tendo is shocked. “Really? Not even on TV or anything?”

You shake your head. “Nope! I guess I never thought of it.” The lie slips through your teeth easily and Tendo doesn’t bat an eye at it.

Though he does grin telling you, “You’re in for a treat then! Have you ever watched volleyball at all?”

Your regretfully admit to him that no—you’ve never seen a game. You do vaguely remember the rules from high school, but they’re a bit fuzzy now. Tendo tells you not to worry and spends the rest of the train ride to the stadium filling you in on all the aspects of volleyball. And the more he talks, the more excited you get.

When you finally enter the stadium, Tendo is amusingly proud to show off your VIP tickets to be allowed entrance to the special seats reserved solely for Ushijima’s guests. To your delight, they’re some of the best seats in the house and you and Tendo get to work on the chocolates you snuck in while you wait for the game to start. Already the stadium is buzzing with excitement and you can feel your own continue to grow.

Meanwhile, Ushijima hasn’t said a word that he has visitors today. So, it comes as a complete surprise to his teammates when a chorus of cheers erupts from his seats when he enters the stadium. He doesn’t take note of how shocked his teammates are—he’s never had any spectators before. And none of them ever expected one of them to be a girl.

“So, who’re your friends?” Heiwajima asks during warm-ups, nudging Ushijima in the side and motioning his head towards you and Tendo.

“Isn’t that Tendo-san?” Kageyama notes, his own eyes up in the stands.

Without looking upwards, Ushijima replies, “It is.”

Heiwajima rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we aren’t so interested in him as we are the beauty sitting next to him.”

Now Ushijima lifts his attention, eyes drifting to you. He hasn’t told anyone on the team he has a roommate. Not because he has any reason to hide you, but there has never been a reason for him to bring you up. So, he doesn’t think much of it when he says, “That’s my roommate.” And then introduces you.

Everyone on the teams’ eyes nearly bug out of their heads at that information.

“Ushijima, you bastard!”

His brow furrows. Why is he a bastard? You’re just his roommate. And he never lied to anyone about you, nobody ever asked.

“Keeping that a secret from us this whole time!”

He ponders that. He wasn’t really trying to keep any secret. “It’s not a secret,” he says. “You never asked.”

The team guffaws at him and continues to grill him about you until Hirugami claps his hands and tells everyone to focus on the match. They’ll have plenty of time to discuss Ushijima’s secret roommate later. Again, Ushijima tries to explain it you were never a secret, but Hirugami brushes him off and tells him to start spiking warm-ups.

It isn’t hard for him to ignore you and Tendo during the game. He’s used to having nobody here for him, so he just treats it like any other day. It’s nothing special, he’ll play the way he usually does. Meanwhile, up in the stands, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You finally see why he works so hard, and maybe understand him a bit better.

He loves volleyball, you know that—but seeing him in action really drives it home. He’s a machine. Every time he serves or spikes you swear the other team’s arms are going to rip off from the force of the ball. And the sound that ricochets in the stadium when the ball connects solidly with the floor is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s like a clap of thunder rattling your bones and before you know it, you’re cheering loudly alongside Tendo with no qualms.

It’s exciting being here. You can feel your heart racing in your chest each time the Adlers or the other team is at a critical point, and sometimes you catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation for the outcome. You never thought watching a sport could be so thrilling.

And Ushijima is incredible. You suspected as much, but actually watching him for the first time is something else. You can’t help gobbling up the sight of him, his powerful thighs thrusting him into the air when he jumps, his biceps on display when his hand connects with the ball—and above it all, that sharp look in his eyes that sends goosebumps prickling down your spine without your permission. If Tendo notices you shamelessly ogling your roommate at all, he doesn’t comment.

He's oblivious to the fact he’s actually playing a lot more intensely than he usually does. Which some of his teammates never imagined possible. And most of them, besides the clueless ones alongside Ushijima, have a pretty good idea what’s different about this game. Though they can’t pinpoint if it’s just a result of having spectators in general, or if it’s you specifically.

The Adlers come out victorious after four hard sets, winning the first and second, but then having to snag the win in the fourth. You watch as the team gets swarmed by reporters looking for a post-game interview and Tendo tugs on your arm telling you that Ushijima is going to meet you by the locker room. You must give him a surprised look because he holds up the card dangling around his neck with a grin. “VIP, remember?” You giggle and follow him out.

In the locker room, Heiwajima and others try desperately to invite him, you, and Tendo out with them after the game. But he has to decline, you three already have plans. And he doesn’t wait around to see their disappointed expressions as he heads out of the room to look for you and Tendo. He finds the two of you nearby and once you catch sight of him, a smile splits your face in two.

“That was amazing, Ushijima! I’ve never had so much fun watching a sport before!” You gush once he’s in earshot.

“Volleyball is very fun.” He nods as the three of you head towards the exit. Ushijima purposefully avoids the spots he knows he is likely to be ambushed by reporters or fans, opting for a back exit instead that he sometimes uses when he wants to make a quiet escape.

“I had no idea being left-handed was such an advantage! Tendo told me it really throws people off apparently.”

Tendo sneaks him a smile and then throws an arm around his shoulder. “So, where is the great Ushiwaka takin’ us for dinner?”

You end up at a nice restaurant not too far away, and of course Ushijima gets recognized a couple times being this close to the stadium. He politely agrees to autographs and declines photos, seemingly unaware to the fact they’re just taking them secretly when they return to their tables. And while you’re waiting for your food to arrive, you can’t seem to stop talking about volleyball. Admitting that you’ll probably watch a few more of his games from home now and even cover your face in embarrassment when Tendo suggests you get your own Ushijima jersey to wear in support.

It’s then that Ushijima realizes he very much enjoys listening to you talk about what you thought of volleyball. Though he does feel heat creeping up his neck at the thought of you wearing one of his jerseys. All the while, Tendo is sitting beside you smirking up a storm, and Ushijima can’t for the life of him place why.

After dinner, when you’re walking a bit ahead of them and out of earshot, Tendo nudges him playfully in the side. “She’s pretty great, right?”

He looks at your back, expression unchanging. “She’s a good roommate.”

Tendo groans dramatically. “No blockhead—like, she’s pretty great, if you know what I mean.”

He blinks. “Do you want to ask her out?” Tendo can’t help slapping himself on the forehead. Who was he to think that Ushijima has any idea you are available, and he has a very high chance with you?

“Not me,” Tendo spells out slowly. “You.”

“I don’t want to ask her out.”

Tendo’s thin brows lift. “Are you sure about that?”

Tendo doesn’t miss his slight hesitation before he says, “Yes.”

And he doesn’t—you’re his roommate, and a good one. He likes having you around, but not the way Tendo seems to think.

But Tendo isn’t convinced. “Okay~,” he sing-songs before skipping up to loop his arms through yours and make you laugh about something. Ushijima thinks about that for a few minutes, why doesn’t Tendo believe him?

When you first moved in, it took a few weeks to get accustomed to each other. But once you figured out his schedule it became a lot easier. You know exactly when to hide in your room if you want to avoid him and when to come out once he’s gone. After going to his volleyball game, you especially try to avoid him during the times he’s walking down the hallway towards the shower, damp with sweat from a workout. Your brain can’t seem to function seeing him slick with the shine of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and a towel draped around his neck—it’s too much for you, as much as you hate to admit.

But one week, you swear he’s on a warpath to make you a stuttering, flustered mess. Despite knowing the fact you’re certain Ushijima has no clue he can have that effect on people, much less do it on purpose. But every single day he’s waltzing around the apartment without a shirt on and while he doesn’t seem to see the problem with it, you don’t think your heart can take it much more.

And it’s the final straw when you see him a few days later, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin as he saunters across the apartment from his home gym towards the bathroom in the hallway. All while you’re standing dumbfounded in the kitchen trying really hard not to get caught staring at his enormous biceps or the way the shine of sweat accentuates the dips of his abdomen. It’s in this moment you can truly understand why he has so many fans despite his rather stone-like demeanor.

“You have got to put a shirt on,” you blurt when he’s halfway across, knowing this will turn into some dangerous territory if he keeps walking around the apartment half-naked.

He stops in his tracks, his head cocking the only indication he’s confused by your statement. “I don’t want to wear a sweaty shirt,” he says by way of explanation. He doesn’t seem to notice your flustered expression. “I might catch a cold.”

You resist the urge to groan and slap yourself on the forehead. “Fine, then I’m wearing whatever I want around the apartment,” you say, determined to make him realize why he can’t just walk around like that. Though knowing Ushijima, you’ll never get through that thick skull of his.

And as you suspect, he simply replies, “Alright.” Before disappearing into the hallway and the bathroom to take a shower.

You lower your forehead to rest it on the cool countertop, shaking your head at how dense he really is. And you’re beginning to realize you think it’s endearing. While his infuriatingly toned body may be a major perk, you’re starting to see that you like him too. Now you actually groan. You swore this would never happen—not with Ushijima at least. But here you are.

After that, you make a pointed effort to wear the shortest shorts you can possibly find whenever he’s around. And you purposefully pair them with an oversized shirt, so it doesn’t look like you’re wearing pants at all. But if it has any effect on Ushijima, you can’t tell. You can’t help cursing his dumb impassive expression every time you retreat to your room for the night. Seriously—is he swayed by anything ever?

However, Ushijima hardly knows what to do with himself the first time you strutted out like that. He might be dense, but he’s still only human. His eyes naturally span down the expanse of your exposed legs and he has to grip his water bottle like a vice in order to keep it from clattering into the sink when you rise to your tiptoes to grab something from the top shelf. Your shorts ride up even more, hugging the curves of your ass as you stick it out to balance yourself.

You let out a surprised sound when he appears behind you, easily picking up the thing you were vying for and handing it to you without so much as a word.

“I really need a stepstool or something, huh?” You joke, taking it from him gratefully and blissfully unaware he was just blatantly staring at your ass.

He doesn’t say anything, but the next week you find a small stepstool leaning against the cabinets for you.

Staring at your phone in your hands, you thank any god listening that you brought it with you. How stupid do you have to be to lock yourself out of your apartment when you’re taking the trash out? Sitting on the floor against your door, you lean your head back on it and let out an exasperated sigh. You already went down to the office for help, they called a locksmith, and they aren’t available until tonight. And by that time, Ushijima will be home from practice and you won’t need the service anyways.

You have several options here. You could call a friend and stay with them until Ushijima gets back from practice, but they all live too far to walk to, and you don’t have your wallet. You could hang out in the apartment buildings lobby until he gets home, but if your phone dies, you’re stuck with nothing to do and no way to contact anyone.

The last option is slowly beginning to seem like your only option: calling Ushijima at practice for help. Burying your face into your hands you groan—you really don’t want to do that. Plus, you doubt he’s going to answer his phone anyways. After you sit there for a few more minutes, you take a deep breath and steel your courage. Leaving a message is better than nothing.

Despite deciding to call him, you still stare at his contact for a few moments before finally pressing the ‘call’ button. It rings a few times, then unsurprisingly goes to voicemail. When it beeps for you to leave your message, you swallow your pride and say, “Hey Ushijima, I know you’re at practice, but I locked myself out of the apartment…and the locksmith can’t come until tonight. If you by any chance get a break, would you be able to let me back in? I’d really appreciate it…sorry for the inconvenience and disrupting practice!”

Then you hang up and slump against the door again. Might as well head down to the lobby to sit somewhere more comfortable than the hallway floor. You turn the brightness down on your phone to conserve battery and resist the urge to just sit in the lobby scrolling through social media to pass the time. If he by some stroke of luck calls you back, you want to make sure your phone isn’t dead.

“Hey Ushijima, your phone was ringing in the locker room while I was in the bathroom. It was your roommate~,” Heiwajima teases. Ushijima slowly looks past his shoulder back towards the locker room door—that’s odd. You’ve never called him before. “And she left a message!” He coos.

Before Heiwajima can make any more comments, Ushijima strides past him to check his phone. They’re taking a short break and he doesn’t see a problem with making sure everything is alright. You wouldn’t have called if it weren’t important. He doesn’t see the rest of the team share suggestive looks behind his back. Before you, Ushijima refused to check his phone during practice, no matter how many messages he had (which are few and far between but still).

Upon hearing your message, he calls you back immediately.

You’re shocked that he’s calling you back within a half hour of your call.

“Uh, hi,” you say upon answering the call. “Sorry for bothering you. I’m surprised you saw my message so fast.”

“Heiwajima heard my phone ringing while he was in the bathroom.”

“Lucky me,” you joke.

He gets straight to the point. “I’ll leave now.”

Your eyes widen. He’s going to leave practice right now to let you back in? “Oh—um, you don’t have to do that! I’m just waiting in the lobby; I can wait until you have a longer break or something!”

“I can come now,” he says plainly. Then he hangs up on you. You sit back in the chair you’re sitting in and huff out a breath speechless. Never once has Ushijima left practice early. And now he’s just dipping out without hesitation because you’re a major idiot? You can’t fathom it, and the little voice in the back of your head that’s been slowly falling for him is absolutely swooning at the thought.

When he enters the gym again, Heiwajima finds him immediately, while the other members of the team look curiously on as he asks, “So, what’d she want?” Immensely interested in the fact that judging from his sweatpants and jacket over his practice clothes, Ushijima looks like he’s about to leave.

“She’s locked out of the apartment,” Ushijima explains as he heads towards the door.

The team looks around at each other surprised. They don’t get another word in as Ushijima explains to the coach the situation and says he’ll be back in less than hour. Then he’s out the door and a few of them start chuckling to themselves, while the more clueless members wonder why in the world Ushijima would willingly leave.

The gym isn’t far from the apartment, so it’s not long until you see Ushijima step through the front doors and sweep his gaze across the lobby. You greet him right away and the two of you get in the elevator. The silence is unbearable for you—though you’re sure he’s completely fine with it.

When you reach the door and he lets you in, you finally say, “Thank you. You really didn’t have to leave practice though; I could have waited.”

You swear his eyes soften, but it might just be your eyes playing tricks on you. He appreciates that you are being considerate for his time, but he found he wasn’t keen on the thought of you being locked out. It didn’t sit right with him. Not when he’s only 20 minutes away. He’ll be back in under an hour, and that’s better than you just sitting out here for several hours.

He just nods his head and says, “I’ll come anytime.”

At those words, that voice inside your head becomes a pathetic puddle and it’s an effort to keep your knees underneath you.

He can’t explain the way his heart lifts at the smile you give him. Stepping backwards into the apartment, you say as you’re closing the door, “See you when you get home.”

Home.

He’s surprised how that word coming out of your mouth makes him feel.

Any feeling of domesticity is thrown out the window the morning you’re walking around the apartment in one of his sweatshirts he lent you a few weeks back when you were cold. He’s stops in his tracks in the hallway seeing you in the kitchen at the stove cooking breakfast, his sweatshirt too big for you covering your shorts and just brushing your bare thighs.

Without giving him the chance to quell it, against his will, his dick strains against the front of his sweatpants and he rushes out the door with barely a goodbye in hopes you don’t see it. It doesn’t even go away on the train on the way to the gym, no matter how hard he tries. His thoughts subconsciously drift to the sight of you and how soft your thighs looked. It’s shocking to him how much he liked seeing you in his clothes. It was the same sort of sensation he felt when Tendo suggested you get yourself an Ushijima jersey—only it’s a hundred times worse.

He tries to ignore it, walking into the locker room like nothing is wrong, stripping his sweatpants and jacket off and shoving them into his locker before he looks around and sees Heiwajima staring at him with raised eyebrows. Then his eyes pointedly look downwards before he lifts them to meet Ushijima’s again. “You wanna deal with that before practice?”

“It’s fine.” He’s sure it’ll go away once he starts warming up.

But then his thoughts drift to you warming up and stretching in his clothes. You bending over, his sweatshirt sliding up your chest, revealing more of your ass and thighs as you count to ten. And any sort of effort he’d put forth to settle down is destroyed as his shorts feel uncomfortably tight. What is going on with him? He hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you as of late, and it’s only been getting worse.

Heiwajima just starts laughing. “Seriously dude, nobody wants to look at that all day.” Then he motions his head in the direction of the showers.

Ushijima’s eyes widen, realizing just what he’s suggesting. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually concedes. He won’t be able to play like this. Nobody seems to care as Ushijima grabs his towel and heads off to the showers, despite feeling distraught about what he’s about to do. He’s never really been one for masturbating, so it surprises him how easy it is to let you in his sweatshirt come to mind as he wraps a hand around his cock. And he comes a lot faster than he expects too.

That’s the first time he jerks off to the thought of you. He tries to brush it off as a necessity for him in order to practice well that day, but it soon becomes a terrible habit he can’t stop. Especially when you keep doing things that make him uncomfortably hard. Like still wearing those tiny shorts around the apartment, doing yoga in the living room, showing him your Ushijima jersey you finally ordered online—seriously, never in his life did he think this would ever become a problem.

He hardly knows what do with himself at this new infatuation.

Recently, you’ve started going out on dates because you’re beginning to feel this strange tension between you and Ushijima, and you have no idea how to deal with it besides letting some other guy pound you into a mattress while you ashamedly picture it being Ushijima instead. One night, when you’re bidding him goodbye as you’re on your way out the door, he asks you, “Will you be home tonight?”

Your heart stutters a bit at that word. Home. And then you feel disgustingly guilty that he’s noticed you don’t usually come back after these dates. Meaning you think even he can put the dots together on what you’re doing.

But really, he’s asking because what you’re wearing is already making his pants feel tight and even though it makes him feel a little ashamed, he needs to get his frustration out somewhere that you’re out spending the night with other guys. It makes him feel incredibly jealous—an emotion he’s not used to yet.

“Probably not,” you tell him, swallowing your pride about it and shutting the door.

For the next couple of hours, he tries to resist the demon in his head telling him to go sprawl out on his bed and think about you with his hand wrapped around his cock. But even after he makes dinner, works out, and takes a cold shower; it’s still there nagging at the back of his head. And he knows it won’t go away until he’s coming into his hand with your name spilling from his lips. He resigns himself to this becoming something he does now and heads off to his bedroom to satiate himself.

Your date is terrible. He wasn’t like this when you met him at the coffee shop last week, but tonight he must be feeling extra lucky. Enough to let his cocky, asshole nature shine through and you find yourself forcibly smiling your way through dinner. It doesn’t help that all you can think about is a certain stone-faced, stoic, gentleman who’s just sitting there waiting for you at your apartment. And just the thought of letting this guy touch you tonight makes your skin crawl. So, once the dinner is over, you end the date short, blaming it on not feeling well. He looks pretty put out that he won’t be getting his dick wet tonight, but you’re not inclined to care very much.

Unsurprisingly, the apartment is dark when you return. Ushijima goes to bed promptly at 9 o’clock every night, so you weren’t expecting to find him awake. So, you’re stunned into silence when you hear sounds emitting from his room on your way to yours. It sounds like he’s…panting? Is he working out?

Your brow furrows and your curiosity gets the better of you. You know it’s wrong, and such an invasion of privacy, but you just can’t stop your fingers closing around his doorknob, turning it slowly to just get a tiny peek into his room.

Your heart comes to a jarring halt at the sight you stumble upon.

Never, in your entire life, did you think you’d catch Ushijima Wakatoshi masturbating.

It never even occurred to you that is something he might do, not really seeming the type to.

And holy shit—is it a sight.

Your mouth involuntarily dries up at his enormous hand wrapped around his equally massive cock, pumping it from base to tip as his hips work in unison with his hand. His hair is a bit damp, and fuck—his cloudy, lust-filled gaze is making heat pool in your core. Additionally, he’s completely and utterly naked. Who the hell jerks off totally naked is beyond you, but you aren’t complaining as you watch the way the muscles of his abdomen ripple with each movement of his hips and breath he takes.

You could probably stand here watching him do this forever if you’re being honest.

That is, until your name falls from his lips.

You swear the floor drops out from under you.

At first, you think he’s caught you. But you soon realize that is very much not the case. His hips start shuddering, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his orgasm and you’re suddenly struck by the thought of: you don’t want him to finish without you.

And before you can hesitate, you open his door fully and step into his bedroom.

His reaction is nothing like you imagined from someone who just got caught masturbating by their roommate who’s name not two seconds ago escaped his mouth. Anyone else would have yanked their hand away and scrambled to cover up. But not Ushijima.

To his credit, he does cover himself, but he does so in such a calm manner, you’re shocked. Plus, you can see he clearly still has his hand around his cock beneath the blanket. The two of you just look at each other for a few moments, and after what seems like eons of silence, he opens his mouth and says, “You said you weren’t going to be home.”

Your brows raise, amused he’s chosen that as his defense. “I think I said, ‘probably not’ actually.”

His expression doesn’t change as your gaze drifts downwards towards his impressive erection that somehow has not gone away despite that he’s lying there in all his naked glory caught red-handed.

You lick your lips subconsciously. “Can I help you?”

He wasn’t expecting that. Nor was he expecting the way his dick twitched in his grasp at your words. Or how heat is spreading across his entire body at the way you’re looking at him. Is he really going to let this happen? He’s pretty embarrassed you caught him, but you don’t seem phased at all. To him, you almost look…excited.

You don’t really wait for him to respond, taking the way he eyes you up hungrily as a yes, and stepping further into the room. Tentatively, you start lifting away the blanket he covered himself with, and he seems to be in a daze as you toss it aside, baring him for you to see. Glancing up at him, you see he’s breathing heavily, his pupils blown wide as he watches you—and while he may not be able to tell you with words how he feels, his body is telling you enough.

But you still want to make sure. Settling yourself between his thighs, you set a hand on each of them and squeeze lightly to get his attention. His olive gaze rises to meet yours and you ask, “Is this okay?”

Without hesitation, he replies, “Yes.”

And if you know Ushijima at all, he means what he says.

You get yourself a bit more comfortable between his legs, chastely kissing each of his thighs, finding it immensely ego boosting at the way they tremble at your touch. You make your way to the base of his cock and lick one stripe up to the tip. He groans quietly at the sensation, realizing his hand will never be enough again.

His fists curl into the sheets beneath him as you take his head into your mouth, and you fail to suppress the quiet groan that emits from you at how heavy he sits on your tongue. Your mind immediately wandering to what he might feel like inside you—if this goes that far, that is. His eyes haven’t left you, watching you intently as you take more of him into your mouth, the weight of his heady gaze making heat pool between your legs.

Steeling your confidence, you hold his stare as you take nearly all of him into your mouth and start bobbing along his length. A barely audible hiss escapes him, the muscles in his arms straining with how hard he’s fisting the sheets. Yet, you still have his rapt attention, and it makes you want to make him feel so good he has to close his eyes and lean his head back against his pillow.

The thought of having Ushijima Wakatoshi a puddle beneath you makes your thighs clench together. An action that surprisingly doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

In a matter of minutes, you’ve made him throw all qualms out the window and you soon get your wish of seeing him let go. His eyes close, head leaning back revealing the strong column of his neck, and his hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing motions. A guttural groan escapes him when you hollow out your cheeks, and the sound rumbles through you before adding to the growing ache between your legs.

You can’t imagine he’s even close to reaching the end of his stamina, but you are certainly losing patience. So, you pop off his cock, and start making the motions to undress so you can finally fulfill your fantasy of riding him.

He startles you by lifting himself to rest on his elbows, his deep voice filling the silence, “Wait.” You pause, your dress already halfway off. He sits up and pulls you into his lap, completely unbothered by the fact your clothed core is now sitting directly atop his prominent erection. “Let me,” he says so softly you think you might combust.

His hands replace yours, and he gingerly unzips the back of your dress and starts sliding it off your shoulders, each inch of newly exposed skin met by the soft press of his lips. You have no idea if he’s ever been with anyone before, but whatever he’s doing is making your insides scramble and burn. His movements are slow and meticulous, like he’s savoring each touch are you’re positively melting in his lap.

Eventually, you have to stand up to shimmy the dress down your legs, but he sits at the edge of the bed waiting patiently before his large hands rest at your hips and pull you back into his lap. Now you’re looking down at him, so you lean down and press your lips against his.

He’s somewhere else entirely—heaven, maybe, as you kiss him. Your lips are soft, body pliant and warm against his as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. He groans involuntarily when your fingers slide into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head so you can kiss him even deeper. You’re pleasantly surprised when his tongue darts out questioningly and you happily open your mouth for him.

I’m doomed, you think as his tongue sweeps in at the same time he uses his hands at your waist to grind you down onto his hips. He feels absolutely huge beneath you, and you have no idea if he will even fucking fit inside you. “Fuck…Wakatoshi,” you breathe. His fingers grip a little harder at your voice saying his name like that, but you’re too dazed to notice what it does to him. You continue, “Fuck me, please.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and for a moment you think he’s going to comply with your request. Instead, he murmurs, “Not yet.”

You almost pout, but then he’s unclasping your bra and lifting you to set you down on the bed. He doesn’t waste much time ridding you of your underwear next, and you have to resist the urge to cover yourself as he stares at you with a near predatory look in his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he says, clear as day and you feel heat course through your veins at his words.

He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world to him right now. The intensity of his wanton gaze making you squirm beneath it until he lays his body over yours, the comforting weight of him pressing against your skin as he takes your lips again. He elicits a moan from you, his fingers dancing along your sides and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, making you nothing more than a trembling mess underneath him.

His lips leave yours, but he slowly begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone; almost as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin before he reaches your breasts. He takes both of them into his enormous hands, the callouses of his fingers scratching along the supple flesh, making your back arch into his touch. Pressing a chaste kiss to your sternum, he rolls your nipples between his fingers, all while keeping his steady gaze on you. And you have no idea how the simple action of him just teasing your nipples while pinning you with those olive eyes is so unbelievably erotic your head begins to feel light.

And then he takes one of them into his mouth and you about lose your goddamn mind. How the fuck does he know exactly what to do? In the time you’ve known him you’ve never once seen him be even remotely interested in anyone. But at this point, you’re well past the point of caring how he learned his way around a woman’s body.

His tongue laps at the pert bud, all while he keeps his meticulous pace on your other nipple before turning the attention of his mouth to it. Without thinking much of it, your fingers dive into his hair, curling into the strands as he continues his worshipping. Though it does pull a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest that goes straight between your legs.

“Wakatoshi,” you pant breathlessly, chest heaving, desperate for him to do something about the growing ache at the apex of your thighs.

This time, he seems to heed your words. He pops off your breast and wanders with his lips down the expanse of your stomach, his hands finding purchase at your hips as he settles himself between your thighs. Your thighs tremble in anticipation as he presses soft kisses to each of them, fingers kneading your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth.

Never in your life did you think you’d have Ushijima Wakatoshi between your legs, looking for all the world like he’s about to devour you.

He groans as he slides his tongue between your folds, drunk on how wet you already are. And despite the fact his cock is throbbing almost painfully and leaking on the sheets, he knows to take his time. If you want him to fuck you, he has to make sure you’re ready for him.

You throw your head back, fingers fisting into the sheets as a lewd moan escapes your throat that only makes him bury his face even deeper into you. His tongue finds the bundle of nerves at the apex and sweeps across it, moving in small circles that have you finding purchase in his hair to keep him there as you move your hips in unison with his tongue.

A loud gasp fills the air as one of his thick fingers enters you, the ministrations of his tongue not stopping as he slowly pumps it in and out of your core. He’s kept his attention on you this entire time, his gaze never wavering as he watches you fall apart at his mercy. And he finds he’s thoroughly pleased at how easily his finger slipped into you, enough that he tentatively prods another one at your entrance that after a moment slides in without any resistance.

It’s so satisfying that he buries his face even deeper, his tongue pressing harder against your clit as you fuck yourself on his fingers. At the sensation of his second finger, your own find purchase in his hair, babbling utter nonsense that if you were in a clearer state of mind you might be a little embarrassed about.

“Please,” you beg, desperate for his cock inside you, “fuck me Wakatoshi. I want you inside me.”

He nearly falls apart at your needy request, but he isn’t finished yet.

You continue to plead with him, until you abruptly feel the absence of his tongue and you look down to find him staring intensely at you. Your throat clams up at his smoldering gaze as he says simply, “You aren’t ready.”

Your mouth drops open as you blink in surprise. Is he joking? Are you not frantically fucking yourself on his fingers right now, desperately asking for him to be inside you? How can you possibly be anymore ‘ready’?

“What are you talking about?”

Now his eyes drop, and very quietly he murmurs, “I’ve been told I am…quite large.”

“By who?” You blurt.

All he says is, “Others.”

You decide to leave it at that, your attention traveling to his erect cock, it pulsing so hard you can almost see it and dripping from the tip. You swallow nervously trying to imagine that going inside you. Ushijima just watches you eye him, his two fingers still knuckle deep in you, which he seems to have forgotten about as he angles his head in question. “Do you want to keep going?”

Warmth blooms in your chest at his concern. “I would very much like to,” you reply, smiling innocently at him, despite the fact the position you’re in is very much the opposite of innocent.

And the answering small smile he gives you makes your stomach flutter. It’s so soft and dazzling, it nearly knocks all the breath out of you. He presses his lips to your inner thigh, smiling against your skin, and all you can do is stare in awe of him.

Then, as if remembering where is fingers still are, he drags them slowly out of you, his mouth latching on to your clit once again before sliding them easily back in. Soon, he’s got you writhing on his fingers once more, toes curling and your own fingers gripping onto his bicep you can feel flexing with each thrust of his hand.

He waits a bit longer, until his fingers are soaked with your wetness again, before tentatively prodding a third finger at your entrance. He stifles his groan against you when he finds that it slips in along with the others effortlessly. Particularly as the grip you have on his biceps tightens, nails digging into his skin and eyes flaring open at the new sensation.

“Fu—fuck,” you mewl, holding on to him for dear life as he continues his slow and methodical pace. At this point, you’re practically shoving yourself onto his fingers, wanting him to fuck you deeper and trying to match the pace at which his tongue is flicking against your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort to not come around his fingers and mouth.

“Wakatoshi, please—I’m going to—,” you try to warn him, nails digging so hard into his arms that you’re leaving small crescent indents in his skin. He doesn’t stop though, not until you’re practically sobbing, “Let me come on your cock, please.”

That seems to be his undoing. His fingers and mouth abruptly leave you, eliciting a small sound of discontent from you. But you quickly shut your mouth at the sight of him leaning over you, aligning his hips with yours, one massive hand palmed around his cock as he pushes forward.

When the head of his cock sinks into you, a strangled gasp rips from your throat at just how utterly massive he is. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around his wrist to keep him from going any deeper as you say, “Slow.”

His brow is furrowed in concentration, as if it’s taking all of his willpower to keep from snapping his hips forward and sinking to the hilt in you. “Of course,” he growls, his voice taking on a deep tone that makes your toes curl.

And inch by glorious inch, he pushes deeper into you. His forearms coming to rest on either side of your head as he takes your lips to distract you from him nearly splitting you wide open. You tug him closer, fingers tangling in his olive hair, slanting your mouth against his and slipping your tongue inside which he gladly allows.

Eventually, his hips meet yours, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his toned chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he has to take in order to keep his sanity. The feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him is enough to make him hiss through his teeth, “Shit.”

The word alone makes heat pool in your core. Ushijima Wakatoshi never swears.

“Holy fucking shit.” You correct him. He’s seated fully inside you and you’ve never felt so full in your entire life. Your legs splayed out to either side from just how big he is, and once glance down confirms his thick thighs are shaking with the effort to be gentle.

He just shakes his head at your crass words, then pulls out slightly before ramming his hips back into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close to you, your chest meeting his and his head finding the crook of your neck and he begins slowly. And while you’re very much enjoying each of his careful, deep thrusts, you very much would like to be pounded into his mattress. You’re certain he can.

You wonder if he’ll dirty talk with you.

Running your fingers through his dampening hair, you whisper against his ear, “You feel so good, Wakatoshi.” He merely responds with a kiss against your neck and a small approving growl that makes you keep going. “You know what I thought about anytime I was in someone else’s bed?” He makes no indication whether or not he likes you talking to him, so you press on. “This,” you murmur, “You.”

He stops, and for a second you think you’ve gone too far. But then he rises from your neck, and you swear to god—you almost come on the spot at the carnal glint gleaming in his eyes. Like he is about to utterly and completely destroy you. Your entire body buzzes with anticipation as he finally draws his cock almost all the way out of you before driving his hips home in a way that sends you into total euphoria.

His pace becomes brutal, his hips punishing, wordlessly making you realize it was a mistake for you to ever think anyone but him should be between your legs. It was pure luck you stumbled onto something you didn’t realize—he was immensely jealous every time you came home in the morning, clearly having spent the night with someone else.

It drives him so wild that he growls against your lips, “You’re mine.”

The words are so deliciously possessive, you can’t help the way your walls tighten around him, nor how your legs wrap around his waist and start helping him with each thrust of his hips.

“Yours,” you say, lips brushing against his. His hands wander down your sides, fingers digging into your hips pulling you even closer so that there is virtually no space between your bodies. He’s resting almost his entire weight on you, and his warmth and build is so strangely erotic, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and you can feel your impending orgasm begin to climb.

He cages you in his arms, hips never relenting, seemingly chasing his own release. His quiet grunts of pleasure are going straight between your legs, and you can’t help but start exploring the expanse of his exquisitely toned chest pulling an even deeper sigh from him making you almost melt on the spot. Your hands eventually find a place to rest in the dimples of his hips, relishing the sensation of his muscles moving beneath your fingers.

He refuses to finish before you, no matter how unbelievably tight you’re pulsating around him. So, he reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, pride filling his chest at how you moan lewdly; your head falling back and fingers grappling even harder onto his hips. He takes the opportunity to press kisses to your throat, shoulders, collarbone—any expanse of skin he can get his mouth on.

“Fuck—yes,” you groan, hands leaving his hips to weave their way into his hair, using your legs to push him even deeper and meeting each of his thrusts with your own. You start quivering under him, your body preparing for the onslaught of pleasure rising in your chest, threatening to snap at any moment.

You come completely undone when Ushijima commands, “Come for me.”

Something about his husky, lust filled tone; his lips making their mark all over your skin, and the harsh thrust of his hips sends you over the edge. Your body bows off the bed, and Ushijima meets you, his arms wrapping around your middle to press you against his chest as his lips latch onto your neck and he buries himself to the hilt in your wet heat.

For the second time tonight, he curses quietly, holding you to him as your walls pulse with your orgasm and he finds his own release alongside you. You hold on to his shoulders for dear life as waves of pleasure roll through you, your body spasming in his grip all while he kisses you softly. It’s tender and erotic at the same time. As you start to calm down, he claims your lips, tongue sweeping in as you push his damp hair off his forehead before cupping his cheeks.

He pulls away from you, only to set his forehead against yours, your warm breath mingling. Both of your chests are still heaving, and although it’s silent, it’s comforting as he holds you.

After a moment, you open your eyes and find his closed, his lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. It fills your heart seeing him look so…content. “Wakatoshi?” You say quietly. His eyes open and your throat closes at just how handsome he is. “I…I like you.” Your eyes close now, embarrassed at how pathetic that sounded.

“I’d hope so.”

Your eyes burst open finding him looking at you comically seriously. You know he doesn’t mean it as a joke, but you can’t help the smile that rises to your lips. He gazes at you curiously as you ask, “And? Do you like me?” As if his softening dick isn’t still inside you right now.

Though, it still makes your heart flip when he replies without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Good.” You grin. “I’d hope so.”

You kiss him again before he finally pulls out of you and without a word, he gets off the bed and disappears out into the hallway. You grimace at the mess between your legs but are pleasantly surprised when he returns with a warm towel to clean yourself up with. While you deal with the mess, he rummages around in his drawers and at first you think he’s looking for clothes for himself, until he hands you a pair of his briefs and a t-shirt.

You must eye them curiously because he sets them on the bed saying, “Sleep with me.” He doesn’t word it like a question.

Taking the clothes, you smile teasingly up at him. “I just did.”

To nobody’s surprise, he’s relatively unfazed. “Overnight,” he explains further. “In my bed.” Though the light dusting of pink coloring his cheeks as he says this makes you want to smother him with kisses all over again.

You slip on his clothes and climb beneath the sheets as your response. You watch him dress, marveling over the muscles shifting in his back and arms until he covers them and joins you in the bed. He draws you close to his side, letting you run your fingers across his cheek before settling at his chin and pulling his lips to yours. You kiss lazily until you both grow tired and you tuck your head under his chin, letting his fingers intertwine with yours and enjoying the affectionate kiss he presses to the top of your head.

He surprises you when he says into the silence, “Are we going to do that again?”

The chuckle that escapes you is by no means meant to be mean. He just fucked you better than anyone in your entire life and if you were in deep shit falling for him before this—you’re doomed now. Yet, you don’t mind in the slightest. Not when being here in his arms feels exactly where you should be.

So, you kiss his neck and reply softly, “Yes.”

You don’t see his answering smile.

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