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physicalturian · 4 years ago

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Did a full 180° - AFAB!Reader X Bokuto Koutarou

Summary : Bokuto has a day off, but when you're off on campus, you get a textfrom him an understand he feels lonelyso you return at the apartment to cheer him up. Cheering up happens, and a whole change of mood too [No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [AFAB!Reader]

Reader on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27535102

Warnings: smut; protected sex; slight daddy kink; hair pulling; clawing; penis in vagina sex.

When I woke up this morning, I had the pleasure to have my sleeping boyfriend next to me. It was one of his rare days off, one of the rare times he did not have to wake up at an unbelievably early time. It also meant one of those rare times I had the chance to snuggle up closer to his warmth before having to drag myself out of bed to get on campus. For a moment, I considered not going to that study group in the morning, that way I could spend more time with the beautiful man that was sprawled on my bed, but I knew it was the only way I’d force myself to study. Thus, it was with a lot of reticence that I left the bedroom, giving one last glance at his peaceful sleeping form before closing the door delicately behind myself as I got cleaned and changed in the bathroom.

On my way to campus, I walked by a bakery to get a few pastries to eat on the way, taking a few for Koutarou once he wakes up. He sure had an appetite, so pastries may not be enough, knowing him we’d probably order in too. Fortunately, the group meeting was not supposed to last long, probably 4 hours at max, which meant I’d probably come back before Bokuto would wake up. My overexcited brain was already thinking of going back home and lazying around with him, simply enjoying one another’s company and sharing what was on our mind the moment it crossed it. Argh, focus. Focus, you’ll have the rest of the day to think of him, touch him, and be with him. Study mode, on. Head not empty, smart thoughts. I scolded myself as I stepped inside the large hall that was filled with tables and chairs, a lot of them empty since it was the morning; Sweeping my eyes across the room, I saw my friends at the table, coffee cup in hand and tired faces falling to the ground.

I chuckled lowly to myself while making my way towards them, a wide smile on my face. “Why, hello morning people. Looking fine I see! Ready for some brain time?” their response was to grunt and dramatically let their head fall on their papers, the heaviest sigh leaving their lips. Actually, three of them were like that, the fourth one however was smiling tiredly as he greeted me with weak voice. The one on my left grabbed my arm to stop me from rummaging through my bag and looked at me in pure astonishment. “You’re too energetic in the morning, it’s gross. Next time we’ll study at 9pm- because, you see, those are the peak hours. It’s the best time to study, fresh air, leftover foods, and you can drink alcohol-“ “Alright, but you can eat right now too, you know, nothing’s stopping you. Also, I don’t think alcohol helps with focusing mate.” I said playfully, making my friend roll her eyes as she slumped on her arm in one last desperate move to get some sleep.

Nudging the sleepy people awake once more, I tried to motivated them to study, and the only way I could do that was to say that there will be a break in an hour or so. Which happened after a while, it was a bit slow at first to get everyone’s brain started, but once it was active, and the caffeine had kicked in, they were ready to go.

During the second break, it was around 11.15 am, I received a message from Bokuto asking me where I was. Surprised to see him awake to early, I thought his body was used to his routine and didn’t pay it any mind when I answered that I was studying on campus. His answer was, ‘Oh, ok. U coming back soon?’ there weren’t any emojis, any hearts. And that, worried me, greatly. I knew how he was; I knew he had ups and downs depending on the time, and maybe I was reading too much into it but there was definitely something off with him. So, I excused myself from my friends, telling them I needed to make a quick phone call.

Pressing his contact on my screen, I waited a few seconds before hearing him pick up and clear his throat before speaking. “Babe? Why are you calling, do you miss me already?” I knew, from the forced cheeriness that he was feeling bad. I did not know why, but I knew he wasn’t feeling 100% today. “Kou, what’s wrong? Please, be straight with me?” I didn’t want to push him, but I wanted him to be honest. Since he hadn’t replied right away, I walked further away where there wasn’t any hubbub and whispered into the phone. “Babe please answer me…” I heard him let out a shaky breath, then heard a shuffle on the other end of the line before his soft voice came through. “I’m just- lonely. I woke up and you weren’t there- and I feel really bad right now, and-“ he sniffled, using a tissue, to wipe his tears probably, “When are you coming back? I can wait for you, I’m sorry for-“ “I’m leaving right now, I’ll tell them there was an emergency. I’m not letting you be alone in that state, Koutarou.”

He hummed in agreement, but did not say much more. Since he did not hang up, I assumed he wanted to stay on the phone a little bit longer, so I stayed, but still walked back to the table with my friends. With my phone still in hand and pressed on my ear, I gave them a nervous smile, “Hey guys, there’s been an emergency, I have to leave right now. Could we continue this later this week? I just, I really have to go, it’s super important.” “It’s ok, it’s all good. We’ll uh, do something in the meantime, but yeah sure we’ll reschedule that shit, no worry. You go take care of your man.” My friend then winked at me, and I was surprised they understood right away. Appreciative of their understanding, I gave them a curt nod and packed my stuff before rushing outside, and throwing my bag over my shoulder. “Are you still there Kou?” There was a muffled sound of something moving, then a thud, followed by a groan. I think I even heard a metallic noise, like a rattling but I did not know what I was.

“Yeah, thank you babe… I love you, you know that, right? I just really miss you right now…” he mumbled. And while he mumbled, I could hear the way his throat was strained, his feeling getting caught in it as he spoke without much energy. I smiled and hummed softly, telling him that I loved him too, and that I also missed him tons. When he heard that, he breathed out a soft ‘Yeah?’ and I think I heard the faintest smile as he said so. And I proceeded to rant on all the things I loved about him, of course, I did not have time to list everything that I had reached our shared flat and was unlocking the door to the apartment. “I’m home, where are you babe?” I asked gently as I dropped my stuff on the counter and opened the door to the bedroom, only to be greeted by our drawn curtains and undone bed, no one in it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow move in the room and realized it was the door to the closet. I quickly understood and hung up, rushing to the spot and opening it wide, finally seeing my partner sitting in the corner of the closer, his knees close to his chest with his arms wrapped around it. He hadn’t even gotten dressed; he was just in his boxer. And even though he was well-built, he looked so small like that; Looking down at him, I smiled before sitting down with him, my hands on his knees as I asked him to move his arms, which he did. “Is it a down day?” I asked, knowing full well the answer. He nodded. “Okay,” brushing his hair back, I brought him in a short tender kiss then pulled back, his face still sad. “Can you move back to the bed? I’ll join you in thirty seconds, okay?” Raising the corner of his lips into a small smile, he nodded as he pulled us up.

I rushed to the windows and opened the curtains wide. Staying in the dark never helped with feeling down, so even though he complained about the light I let the light come through. Turning back towards him I took of my shoes and slid in bed with him, throwing the blanket over us as I did so. “Hello handsome.” I whispered right in front of his face, the blanket covering us over our heads made the situation a lot more intimate and it felt so nice. “Hey pretty face,” he replied, his smile a bit wider than before which was quite a relief. I grinned back and brought him in another kiss, that he returned desperately before we both pulled away and I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his lips again, before asking him to turn around.

Bokuto was a large man, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little spoon. Everyone needed to be hugged, to felt love and safe, and at this very moment he needed it so bad. So, I wrapped my arm over his shoulders and my leg over his hips before pulling him as close as I could to me. And just like that, he felt relieved, the tension in his body left as he brought a hand to his face. A bit unsure of what was happening, I placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder and tried to peak at his face. “Everything good, Kou?” I ask, barely over a whisper.

I felt him shake a bit, then, after a few minutes, felt the rumble of his chest as he spoke, “I’m- yeah- I just- I’m actually so relieved right now. I don’t know- I don’t know why I was feeling so depressed- but now that you’re here it’s like… it’s awesome you know?” I did know, I understood how he felt. But it looked like he needed to explain it in more depth. Shuffling in my hold, he turned around, but grabbed my arm to put it back on his side, and brought my leg high on his thigh. His eyes widened for a second, then his cheeks flushed a darker color. “Fuck you’re actually so fucking gorgeous- but I was saying- it’s like- uh, when you were gone, there was this, this weight in my chest, and really hated it. I wanted you, I wanted to hug you- so when you did, it really lifted that weight off my chest, like literally.” I nodded, and rubbed his back once he finished.

“I’m glad I could help, but for safety measures I think I should probably stick with you the whole day.” His face lit up, like fairy lights. It was the most adorable sight, so genuine and sincere it made my heart go crazy. Bringing his face closer to my chest, I heard him sigh in content as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I tightened my embrace around him, knowing he liked his hugs a bit tight, it comforted him. “Babe?” his speech was a bit muffled from being spoken against my shirt, but I had heard him, so I hummed inquiringly. “Are you mad that I interrupted your study sess’?” I huffed a laugh at his question, how thoughtful could he be even when feeling down?

I shook my head, but quickly spoke when I realized he couldn’t see me. “Not at all, and also I don’t mind that you’re feeling down- and I’m okay with not doing anything today- and I love you and you can take all the time you need today, we can stay all day in bed. As long as you’re here, I’m happy.” Every time I was done with one thing, he was ready to ask another question, his insecurity-filled mind playing tricks on him. But I was ready to reassure him, he needed it, and I was giving it. He had to know he hadn’t done anything wrong. It took him a few seconds to take in what I had said, then he suddenly pulled back, his hands planted on the mattress as he was kneeling, sitting on his heels. The blanket that was covering us was now almost entirely off of me, since his whole body was like a pole for our own little tent.

The sudden change of attitude surprised me, but I was going with the flow; He was smiling and that’s all that mattered to me really. “We can do plenty in bed babe.” He grinned before pulling the blanket off of us and crawling on the bed and between my legs. I felt a shiver ran down my spine from the sudden loss of warmth but couldn’t help the grin that made its way on my face. “Are you serious, Kou?” I breathed out, not believing how fast he was at changing the atmosphere around us. He leaned in and started bringing his hands slowly from my knees to my waist where he held the hem of my shirt and lifted it gently, looking at me in the eyes. As he lowered himself, he kissed my stomach once, “Very serious, you can’t blame me babe, have you seen how hot you are?” he asked dramatically as he kept leaving kisses on my exposed skin. I gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue on my skin and gripped his hair to stop him, already feeling hot all over. “Kou, I was going to make this day all about you-“ Interrupting me, his face was suddenly looming over mine, a wide smile on it. “Making me feel good is about me, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I felt my cheeks heat up at what he was insinuating, so I huffed a laugh and nodded, “Yeah I guess so, sure.” Happy, he crashed his lips on mine and kissed me once more, it was needy, I could feel how much he wanted this through only his kiss. Both of us were smiling “Good, good, because you feeling good makes me happy too- and I’m about to make you feel real good,” he put an emphasis on the real, as he pulled me closer and rolled his hips against mine. Smiling broadly, he asked me to wait a moment, and left the bed a second to come back with his hair pulled back by a hard headband. “I didn’t have time to style my hair after my shower this morning- do I look good?” While it was formulated like a question, he knew he looked good, and he knew I found him attractive. But I played along.

“Bokuto Koutarou, do you realize that you’re a piece of art?” His cheeks flushed pink and his eyes were twinkling with pure joy; Leaning back on top of me, placing his hands on each side of my face after he spread my legs to settle between them. “Yeah? Go ahead, keep talking babe,” he whispers as he began kissing my neck gently at first, his tongue darting out to leave a trail of saliva on my skin before biting it just hard enough to get a reaction out of me. I cocked my head to the side to give him a better access, and let my hands wander over his back, “You’re- fuck you’re uh, good- you’re a great player and-“ I heard him laugh against my skin before leaning back, smirking. “That’s it? Babe I thought you liked me for my personality,” he pouted dramatically before chuckling and teasingly asking me what was wrong.

I could only scoff before meeting his gaze, “I can’t focus for shit, my mind is just blank because all I can think about is your touch, your hands all over my body and your tongue-“ “You’re right babe, I should use my tongue more! Alright, here, how about you undress for me, then you come sit on my face?” I stared at him wide eyes for a few seconds, then managed to utter, “I didn’t say that at all, but I’m definitely not against it you want to, like I’m very much okay with that if you’d like to do that-“ I said quickly as I rolled out of bed to remove all items of clothing I was wearing, while doing that my boyfriend was looking at me intently; His tongue licking his lips while observing me, “I love your enthusiasm babe, you’re so good to me.” I felt my whole body heat up at his words, he had a way to make me feel comfortable no matter the circumstances. And seeing the way his eyes were roaming my body like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, sent a butterfly in my stomach.

When I dropped my last piece of clothing on the floor, I looked up at him with an excited smile, “Are you sure-“ I barely had time to speak that he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed, asking me to sit on his lap first. When I did, he took in the sight, his eyes wide in awe. “I’ll never get enough of you,” giving me a once over, he cursed under his breath, “Shit you’re so hot babe. The things you do to me!” he said quickly before leaning over and slowly planting kisses from my navel to my chest, his teeth barely scraped my neck before he grabbed my chin between his index and thumb and kissed me fervidly. I could feel his smile as we kissed, and hopefully he could feel mine, it was a bit messy, but oh was it filled with so much love. His hands were gripping my thighs tightly and without a warning he spread them wide before pulling me against his crotch. I laughed and had to hold onto his shoulders as he let himself fall down on the pillows.

When the kiss was broken, we were breathless, our lips slightly swollen and I could feel my cheekbones hurting from all the smiling, which wasn’t bad. “Alright babe, come on, sit on my face, because there are other lips I’d like to kiss-“ “Koutarou oh my god-“ hitting his shoulder without any force, I then leaned in while holding his face and kissed him one more tender time before chuckling nervously. “Hit the back of my leg if you want me to get off of you, okay?” as I rose, my hands on the headboard, he made a noise and told me to stop, I sat back on his chest, and saw his smirking face. “It has to be something I wouldn’t do babe, and I don’t think I could stop myself from spanking you, you know? Have you seen how good looking you are? I want to make you make all kind of sounds, and I’m sure you’d make the prettiest one if I spanked you while fucking you with my tongue, you know?”

My laugh got caught in my throat and I made a stupid strain noise as I looked down at his ecstatic expression. “I- you are entirely right, I definitely want to feel my favorite spiker’s hand hitting me hard.” Exhaling a long breath through his nose, he grinned mischievously before muttering he’d hit the headboard if he needed to stop, then he pulled me up to his face without further warning. I yelped as his strong hands gripped my ass, and rested my knees on each side of his face. I barely had time to put my hands on the headboard that his tongue darted out of his mouth and I felt the strong muscle brush against my core. A mute gasp left my mouth and I looked down at his face, he was starting slow, his eyes observing each of my reaction before speeding up. With that followed more sinful sounds; With each stroke of his tongue, my breath was getting heavier. He was smiling against my skin, I felt it. I also felt a jolt of electricity ran through my body when he moved one of his hand from my backside to use his thumb to play with my sensitive nub.

I couldn’t help the loud “Fuck” that escaped my lips, and it made him chuckle, the vibration of his laugh sending even more pleasure coursing through my being. I couldn’t control myself and pressed on his face for more, I even took hold of his messy hair, my free hand still gripping the headboard like my life depended on it. The sounds coming from his work were even more sloppy, it was embarrassing and yet it turned me on; When I looked down at his face once more, he had a determined and teasing look on his face, when our eyes met, the strokes of his tongue started going faster and so did his circling on my clit. All I could muster between my strangled moans and panting, was the repetition of his name, “Kou, fuck, fuck, Kou”, it only fueled his pride.

When I tried to roll my hips, he held me in place first before spanking my ass as strong as he could from the angle he was in. Clearly, it wasn’t as powerful as he would usually do it, but it felt just as good. I moaned loudly in response, and gripped his hair tighter before muttering an apology and moving my hand back to the headboard. Without ever stopping he grabbed my hand again and moved it to his hair once more, I understood he did not mind, so I resumed my action.

At some point, when I said I was getting close, he stopped circling my clit and I groaned at the lack of stimulation but he quickly replaced his finger by his mouth and started sucking it. He kept switching between licking, giving long strokes of his tongue, then sucking my nub. After some time, the knot in my stomach had reached its peak and I let out a throaty moan when I finally came.

My knees felt weak, and my entire body was burning but fuck did it feel good. I shuffled off of him to sit on his lap once more, and he sat up soon after, with the most gorgeous smile painted on his lips. I could see his skin glistening from my juice, and it made my face heat up even more. From his reaction, I think he understood, that’s why he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “See, that’s how I like to start the day- fuck breakfast when I can eat you out, you know?” “For fuck sake, Kou- you’re- okay, you know what? I’ll ignore that sentence, because I don’t know how to reply to that.” I laughed before pushing him down. His eyes widened, and so did his smile, before he continued, “You can tell me how good I made you feel, and you’d love for me to fuck you.” I rolled my eyes and hummed at his words, mumbling that I could do that, yes.

Slowly caressing his chest, I traveled his upper body at an agonizing pace. My hands roamed from his stomach, to his shoulders, to his hands that I moved to my waist for him to grip. “You make me feel so good, all the time Kou.” I whispered before placing a kiss on his chest, then looking up at him again, “And I love you, so much.” I kissed his neck. “And you’re such a great boyfriend.” And kissed his lips softly, his was reacting so strongly to each of my words. Every time he would tighten his hands on my waist, grounding against me with a needy moan. “And you’re so fucking pretty, and I want you to fuck me.” I finally said, right next to his ear. He was always responsive to soft words, while the man loved to fuck, he also loved to make love, he could be rough, but also so gentle. But when the compliments were returned to him, he turned into a puddle before coming back stronger.

“Fuck babe, fuck- get me the condom, I so want to fuck you right now.” I could feel his erected member under my crotch as I got off of him to grab a condom from the drawer along some lube and handed them to him. Hurriedly, he sat up and opened the condom package with his teeth, I gave him a warning look but he gave me a thumbs up. “I didn’t break it, promise, I’m excited.” He said with a piece of the package between his teeth. He then scrambled to take his boxers off and roll the condom onto his cock, discarding the package on he ground as he laid back down.

With his pretty grin, he patted his thighs and said “Come to daddy,” I rolled my eyes but did as he asked, grabbing the bottle of lube as I did so. Spurting some of the liquid on my hand, I then wrapped it around his cock to spread the lube all over. “So, I have to call you daddy, uh?” I said seductively while looking him in the eyes, his mouth was wide open while staring at me then he closed it, his eyes darkening. “Shit it’s actually hot babe, I was kidding but it’s actually hot-“ he seemed confused but still looked so hot, I continued what I was doing, squeezing his cock a bit tighter while doing so. When I thought it was enough, I spread some lube where Bokuto’s lips had previously been then moved higher on his lap to slowly lower myself onto his cock.

I took my time to not rush things and get use to his size, but even like that it felt good. Perhaps was it because I could hear his praises as I lowered myself slowly, his soft voice telling me I was doing so good, that I was almost done and I was taking him so well. His hands were roaming my body like he had never touched it before, and was complimenting each part of my body while kissing them when he could. Once I felt comfortable enough, I rolled my hips a few times, earning moans from my boyfriend. “Fuck babe, can I be rough today? I really want to fuck you good, but like if you don’t, it’s alright I’m good with that too but-“ “Yes, yes, you can be rough, I would really like that too… Daddy.” It felt weird to call him that, but it seemed to spark something in him as he gripped me tightly and turned me over so that I was the one laying on my back, with him on top.

“Just this time, you can moan that- and my name too, actually scream my name because I’m about to make you feel so good, I want everyone to know, alright babe?” It was said with such an innocent look, but his eyes were saying otherwise. He had lust in them, he had that strong look that send jolts to my core. He looked so hot like that, I only nodded in response but he shook his head, smirking. “Words babe, I want to hear you pretty voice,” he thrusted one time inside me, making me moan, then he stopped. “Here, let daddy hear more of that pretty voice.” I covered my eyes in embarrassment at the new addition, I didn’t want to get used to him saying that but the more he said it the more it suited him. “Alright, I won’t hold back.” He hummed in satisfaction and added, while slowly rolling his hips slowly, “That’s it, you’re so good to me.” Leaning over, he brushed his hand over my cheek and kissed me tenderly before starting thrusting.

At first his thrusts were slow, we were both getting used to it slowly but he quickened the pace soon after; Our lips would desperately try to meet, to feel even closer that we already were, we would moan in the kiss, panting as we broke apart. I wanted to close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure but I also really wanted to see the expression on his face, the focus, the bliss on his face. He was simply gorgeous. I loved seeing his lips part as he’d let out a moan, each of them louder than the previous as he was getting closer.

Grabbing the hard headband on his head, I tossed it aside and brought his face even closer than it already was, kissing him lustfully as my hands gripped his locks firmly. He groaned into the kiss, then grabbed one of my legs to place it above his shoulder to have a deeper access. I cried out his name at the change of angle, and moved one of my hand to my clit for more stimulation. Breaking the kiss once more, Bokuto was breathing heavily against my lips as he brushed his nose against mine, “I’m close, I’m so fucking close, are you close babe?” Huffing a laugh, as much as I could with my heavy breathing, I kissed him softy, our tongue battling for dominance until we pulled apart and I smiled. “Try harder pretty boy-“ the second those words left my mouth he started pounding inside me even harder.

He abandoned my lips and sank lower on my body, kissing and sucking at each and every innocent spot a skin he laid his eyes on, attacking it. He was ravenous, his tongue traveling all over my body. When I clawed at his back, he suddenly bit me hard which sent me closer to the edge. “Do that again and I’m gone babe- fuck! No, actually, yeah, do it again, harder.” He breathed out, strained as he kept fucking me without ever stopping, I was getting closer too with his ministrations, feeling my whole body heat up more and more as the pressure in my lower stomach built up. Both moaning, I nodded, or tried, and followed his instruction, clawing his back in pleasure which made him lose it as he cried out my name in pure bliss, finally finding release. I whined his name when he stopped, his body sweating and holding me close, still inside me, “Kou you can’t do that to me, fuck please- don’t stop.” I panted, extending my arm to lift his head up and look him in the eyes.

Grinning, he leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed something I couldn’t see from my spot, “I wasn’t planning on it,” he managed to breathed out, then suddenly resumed his thrusting, making me gasp in pleasure before arching my back to feel him more. My working hand was brought to a stop when my boyfriend grabbed it and placed it on his shoulder, “Let me,” he said in a low tone, then I heard the familiar muffled sound of my vibrator. I was about to tell him I was good without it, when he placed it right against my sensitive nub, and close to his cock too. “Oh fuck, fuck, Kou- it’s- god fuck,” I was gripping his shoulders with all my strength, arching my back to meet his thrusts and the toy, the bubble inside my lower stomach was growing, and growing at a fast pace. I think Bokuto was also close again from the non-stop moaning, and gentle words escaping his lips as he said this felt so good and that I was being so good to him.

After a few minutes, I reached my peak and felt all the pressure in my body, leave as I moaned my lover’s name one more time before letting myself got limp in the mattress. I let him ride off his orgasm, which he reached quickly with the added vibration on his cock. After a moment, he moaned loudly and dropped the vibrator next to me before slumping on my other side, his chest rising and falling fast, trying to catch his breath. “You never told me that thing felt so good, we should definitely use it more often.” He managed to say, as he sat back down and took off the condom, tying it closed. “Why do you think I have it? Oh wait-“ Chuckling, I turned to the side and leaned on my hand as I watched my man throw the used condom and disappear from the room before coming back with a wet washcloth. “What?” He asked curiously as he kneeled on the mattress to clean my sore body.

Looking at him with a grin, I sat up, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. “Are we going to talk about the thing?” I’m sure I had a stupid smile on my face when I asked that, and it only confused him more. “Wait, what thing?” he asked quickly, pausing his washing. “The daddy thing.” I whispered playfully, elating nervous laugh from my boyfriend. His cheeks were already gaining color from the efforts, and now it was flushing in embarrassment. “Hey- that- I don’t know, ok? It sounded nice! I mean, I don’t want it to be a full-time thing, but like, if it happens again…” he shrugged, “I’d definitely be turned on, definitely, yes.” I hummed in understanding before grabbing the cloth from his hand and finishing cleaning myself before dropping it on the floor.

“It was surprising for sure, but…” Smiling gently at him, I wrapped my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on me, throwing the blanket over both of us. “But it wasn’t too weird, I liked it.” I admitted, earning a surprised face from Bokuto who asked me if it was really ok, and I nodded. He sighed in relief before wrapping his arms around my waist, snuggling against my stomach. His hair was tickling my skin every time he’d move but I didn’t mind, if anything I was slowly falling asleep. “We should try new things,” he kissed my stomach softly then looked up at me smirking, “Because there’s a ton of thing I wanna do to you- oh and I can’t wait to show off what you did to me!” he then tried to peek at his back, where crimson red marks were displayed. At first, I felt bad to have done that, but seeing how satisfied he was with them being there, it only made me laugh.

“Yeah, I will probably have to try to hide what you did to me, did you think I was ice cream or something?” I mumbled, looking down at the hickeys he had left all over my body. He laughed and started kissing all of them, muttering a sorry at each of them before finally looking up at me with a proud smile. “I mean… I haven’t had breakfast yet, so maybe I should eat more of you…” When he started lowering his face down between my legs once more, I gripped his biceps and pulled him up. “No, nope. Maybe later, but right now, we get out of bed, and we really eat. We gotta keep you in shape, star player.” I said softly before pulling the blankets off of us; However, I couldn’t leave the bed with how tight my boyfriend was holding me.

Looking at him with a raised brow, I said his name in a warning tone. He only grumbled my name back, still holding me. “Please, can we just stay like that a bit longer, babe? I am so comfortable right now- and I really want to enjoy this moment with you because we hardly have times like because-“ I interrupted him with a stupid smile, “Alright, okay. But it’s just because you’re making valid points there, not because you’re stupidly cute like that.”

With a beautiful grin painted on his face, he looked up at me once more, “Yeah? You think I’m cute?” I rolled my eyes and let my head fall back on the pillow, humming in agreement. “Yes, I think you’re cute. And very hot, and the way you use your hands-“ “Baaabe, I thought it was going to be sweet!” “Well excuse me, but right now all I can think about is your hands on my ass, so, it’s your fault really.” I shrugged, running my hand through his hair absent-mindedly.

Snorting he gently brushed his hands on my back and spoke up, “Well, I love… your laugh, your smile… your voice, and you always make me happy! Whenever I see you, I just want to hold you close and never let you go.” I laughed nervously at his words and covered my face with a pillow in embarrassment, telling him to stop talking. Suddenly, the pillow the was covering my face was taken away and I was left staring at two golden orbs and one bright beautiful smile. “What is it?” I asked, confused. His only response was to kiss my nose, telling me I looked cute, before scurrying off the bed, “Let’s go eat, I wanna do stuff with you today! Come on, let’s go.”

He helped me up my feet by holding my hands, and then handed me one of his shirts to wear. “And what are the plans for today?” I inquired, he shrugged in response, telling me he just wanted to spend our time together wisely. Then he looked back at me while putting on his boxer, “And maybe…” He approached me, placing his hands on my hips as I put on my pants, “Maybe we’ll continue where we left off,” he then slapped my ass hard, I gasped and turned around giving him a reprimanding look. “You don’t get to be hot right now, so you move your ass to the kitchen because I brought pastries.” He pouted and held my face gently in his hands, looking at me with pleading eyes, “Did you get the ones I like with the cream inside?”

Huffing a laugh, I nodded; “Awesome! Alright, then let’s go! I’m actually starved- it’s funny to say you eat pussy, because it actually doesn’t really satiate much, you know?” I pushed him out of the room, my hands on his back, as I laughed loudly at his words. “Yeah, same for dicks you know, you suck dicks but they don’t taste that great.” I continued on the topic, making him laugh too. He then proceeded to talk about buying fruity condom, maybe that’d taste good.

Dating Bokuto Koutarou was a roller coaster, there were ups and downs all the time, but I was there for him. Liking it a lot when he’d go down for sure.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Dragon’s roar (YGO)

Joey had a sinking feeling in his gut as he was on his way home from work. normally on a Friday night, and a payday at that, he'd of been happy to make his way back to his new home he shared with his loving boyfriend and his semi new little brother, the Kaiba boys, but he'd caught a glimpse of Mokuba and Yugi in a car heading for the turtle game shop. which meant if Mokuba was having a sleepover and it was date night.. "Aw fuck. I'm gonna be in huggies t'night." Joey groaned, getting a look of confusion from a nearby corporate type who was on his cell phone. "Mind yer own business." Joey huffed and sulked. Seto was a loving boyfriend, and spoiled Joey rotten in so many ways. Joey didn't need to walk to and from his security job at a mall, or even needed the job itself truth be told. But Joey liked to be able to be independent which sadly was a concept his loving boyfriend had some problems with. 'Ya would think someone who was taking collage classes and running a billion dollar company would get it.' Joey thought, slowing his walk down now that he knew what was waiting for him. Despite being seen as a cold and distant person by 90 percent of the world, Joey knew that under that layer of ice was..well more ice. but under THAT layer..well OK more ice. But if you dug down deep enough, there was this giant teddy bear that just wanted to hug you and pamper you. literally. and when Seto got in daddy mode, only one thing would get in his way of whining and begging Joey to let him pad him up. Mokuba. There was a reason Joey had been trying to start a Friday night tradition of pizza and movies but apparently Seto had been able to bribe his brother out of the house. 'And now I'm gonna get home and he's gonna have a pack of those freaking pampers out..and how the hell did he manage to get pampers to make diapers in my size anyways?! ...No you know what? I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm gonna go, have a beer, enjoy a few slices and maybe then I'll think about it!' Joey thought to himself, picking up the pace and walking though the front gate of the mansions yard, then slumped again. "...Oh who am i fucking kidding. it's gonna be milk and baby food and crapping myself tonight. He's taking me clubbing tomorrow night now though!" Joey muttered to himself. walking in he didn't even get a chance to call out that he was home before Seto was standing in front of him, holding up one of the thick massive pamper brand diapers. "Pleassssse?" Seto said and gave joey puppy eyes. "..I'm gonna draw up a list of demands and you're gonna cave into everyone of them. but yes. just let me get a shower first." Joey said, wondering again if the sweet and loving and rational boyfriend Seto was 90 percent of the time was worth the other 10 percent. "Deal!" Seto squealed and went to go and finish getting things ready.

Seto hummed and was grinning ear to ear as he laid out the diaper, some boosters, and a cute little outfit for the cutest big baby in the world, thinking about just how easy it had been to get Mokuba out of the house. One little fake rant about how he'd destroy the pharaoh and the like and Mokuba had asked to stay out for the night, tired of the crazy. The servants were given the night off so him and his adorable little big toddler could just cuddle and play and Seto was so lost in his thoughts he missed it as Joey tried to get his attention, till the wet towel hit him in the back of his head. "...really?" "hey, you want a big toddler, better learn ta pay attention." Joey said and shrugged and held up his hands. "...Your lucky your cute you know that?" "excuse me, but out of the two of us here, who's pushing their luck more?" Joey asked and winked, strolling over and then jumping up and turning mid jump to land on his back on the bed. "heh. Ok I'll give you that. Now did you go poo poo or pee pee at daycare today little guy?" Seto asked, getting into character and lightly tickling Joey's tummy. Joey rolled his eyes,he still wasn't on board with referring to his job as daycare, but taking a deep breath he switched on that baby tone that made Seto melt. "I went pee pee in the potty dis many times t'day daddy." He said and held up three fingers as a blush came to his face. "and I went all by myself!" "Oh my! Such a big boy!" Seto praised. "Daddies still gonna diaper you though since you have a stinky present in your tummy tum just waiting to come out." Seto coo'ed and then leaned down and tickled Joeys tummy more. "Who's got a big stinky present in his tummy tum? you do! yes you do!" knowing full well just how ticklish Joey's sides were Seto targeted them next, making the blond 20 year old yelp and burst into a fit of giggles. "ah! No fair! Cheating!" Joey cried out, trying to get free. "Noooo tickles!" "Sorry little guy, But i"m channeling the tickle monster, and you're monster food!" Seto chuckled. "Ahahahaha n-no stop ahahahaha W-wait I'm gonna!" Joey tried to wheeze out a warning between his laughs and Seto realized seconds to late maybe he should of stopped. Of course by then Joey was peeing on the front of his shirt and Seto stopped. "..I uh..had a big gulp on the way home." Joey said sheepishly, poking two fingers together as the flow finally stopped. "...I'm gonna choice to believe that was done to give me the full experience." Seto said and then lifted Joey off the bed, and onto a back up changing mat on the floor.

Joey was mortified as Seto powered him and got him tapped in the bulky white diaper, and found himself sucking on his thumb and blushing while Seto got out a different outfit for him. while his little accident had managed to avoid the diaper, the light blue short-alls and white diaper shirt hadn't of been so lucky. 'Now der's irony fer ya.' Joey thought, slurping away at his thumb. it was a bad habit he was picking up for all the date nights that turned into baby nights and it was starting to spill over to his big boy time. just the other day at work he'd had to claim he'd banged his thumb when busted by a co-worker. it was also a case of irony that even Seto wasn't a fan of the thumb sucking, which was shown as he turned around with a dark purple t-shirt and a pair of dark green shorts and scowled. "What do you think o- Little man! what have I told you about sucking your thumb?" Seto scolded Joey, coming over and setting the clothes down and pulling the thumb out with a pop. "Uhhh dat's good eating?" the diapered 20 year old tried, really feeling like he WAS just a 2 year old. "strike one." Seto said, trying not to smirk, as he reached into the diaper bag. "Thumbs like boyfriends are made for sucking?" Joey said and gave his best 'I'm so cute you can't be mad' smile. "Maybe tomorrow if your good tonight. Last chance." Seto said and his mouth was twitching badly as he tried to stay stern. "...Little boys thumbs has germs on it and they should be sucking on paci's." Joey huffed and pouted. He just couldn't explain it, but Joey was of the view that hands down, his thumb tasted and felt better in his mouth then any of the many different pacifiers that they had tried. It was a semi holy quest of Seto's to find one that Joey wouldn't have a fuss about. Opening his mouth for the large nipple of the new paci, and noting it was at least black like his red eyes, Joey gave it a few experimental suckles. "well?" Seto asked. 'shit..dis one actually feels pretty good.' Joey thought, though he made a show of it and shrugged but kept nursing as Seto helped him sit up. with the paci in his mouth Joey instinctively became a lot more willing to play along, raising his arms for daddy and letting him tug the shirt on. then letting daddy help him stand and putting his hands on daddies shoulders while he stepped into his shorts, which were then tugged up. Then he sat on a bed of the bed he hadn't of soaked and raised his feet up as Daddy tugged up some white socks with the red eyes black dragon on them and grinned around his paci. "heh, I'm sorry we haven't gotten your red eyes shirt back from the dry cleaners left after last time. I still wanna know how you managed to turn your pasta into a paste and got it all over yourself though." Seto chuckled. Normally a statement like that would of had Joey all blushy, but again, this time.. He just smirked and flexed his arms. "oh i see. and here i am without tickets to the gun show." Seto teased and tapped a finger on Joey nose. Seto held out a hand for Joey to take, since normally Joey insisted on walking (or crawling if Seto triple diapered him) rather then be carried but he just felt all small and little and held out his arms for uppies. "...You..You sure?" Seto asked, grinning ear to ear, and Joey nodded. "...I'm buying the company that made that pacifier." Seto chuckled and lifted joey up and sat him on his hip, a arm under Joeys well padded tush. Joey leaned in and snuggled into daddy as he wrapped his legs around him and gurgled softly behind his paci as daddy carried them downstairs.

Seto couldn't get over the change in behavior from Joey's normal big baby time to this time. there was no eye rolling, no smart ass remarks.when he'd sat Joey on a blanket on the floor with some toys, he'd gone and grabbed a stuffie of the red eyes and then scooted on his diaper butt, not even crawling, scooted, over to the couch and crawled up and snuggled into him. "you sure you don't wanna play with your toys little guy?" Seto asked. Joey shook his head no and snuggled in more and Seto for a second was worried about melting into good and getting sucked up but the couch's cushions. Seto put on a episode of Lil duelers for Joey and just kept looking at the little guy who was watching the show sure, but also seemed to be getting a little sleepy. about half way though Joey started to squirm a little bit and started to look up at Seto and then at the screen then back up at Seto and whined softly behind his paci. "whats wrong buddy?" Seto asked. if Joey was gonna keep the paci in his mouth this was going to get a little bit vexing to drag out what he wanted all the time, but Seto figured a few minutes of back and forth with the big baby was well worth the price of this cuteness. Joey whined again and then with one hand hugging his stuffie to his chest, he reached up and grabbed left hand and put it on back of his shorts, so his hand was on Joey's butt. "heh, I thought someone hated bum pats?" Seto asked, and Joey whined and gave him a pleading look. "ok ok, patting! don't give me that look again! You made me feel like a monster for not patting right away!" Seto said, half joking. the little guy giggled behind his paci and as Seto started patting and rubbing his butt Joey closed his eyes in bliss and snuggled in as much as he could. "So I guess this means anytime I wanna stop argument with you all i need to do is pop a paci in your mo-" Seto was saying when a muffled fart came out of Joey's behind, and Seto swore he could feel the heat from it. "heh, did you just wanna fart on daddies hand?" Seto asked, and Joey shook his head no, but his eyes were shut tight. it didn't look like his 'I'm so ashamed' face and Seto went to say something else when a second, louder and more forceful fart came out, followed but a rapid fire series of smaller ones. "Ohhh I see. Somebody wants bum pats while he makes daddy a present." Seto chuckled, and Joey nodded. His eyes were still closed but as Seto realized now, it was because he was bearing down and trying to speed up a bowel movement, or in baby term: make daddy a present as soon as possible. More farts now and Seto was thankful for the oder guard in the diapers, though he was still thinking he should of doubled diapered Joey as his hand was getting a little toasty. Joey was staining and pushing, and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat and Seto frowned. "Joey buddy, I know you wanna be a good boy and make me a present, but you can't just force it like this. you're gonna hurt yourself an-" Seto was saying in a gentle voice when with one mighty effort, the back of Joey's diaper started to expand. Normally Joey would of tried to hide, or pouted to use the potty before taking a dump in a diaper, but this time he was being such a good little boy even as the living room filled with the funk of his gift to daddy. The diaper and shorts by extension took on a interesting shape as Joey grunted and pushed. instead of just puffing out like it would normally do, it was making a semi triangle shape as it pushed out, causing the shorts to slide down. '...what the hell did he eat?' Seto thought but kept that to himself even as the smell had him taking shallow breath. 'Ok, no more food court lunches for him. I'm packing his lunch from now on.' As the bowel movement finished up, Seto rubbed Joey's back (he had switched from the boys butt when the lump had started to form and coo'ed softly at him. "All done now champ?" Seto asked. Joey looked more tired then before, his eyelids struggling to open up but he nodded his head. "Ready for a diapie change then?" Seto chuckled, and to his shock, Joey shook his head no. Normally Joey hated staying in a poopie diaper, and it was Seto who had to beg him to sit in it just for a few extra minutes. 'Go figure, the one time he's actually stinking the place up..' Seto thought. "Ok buddy. we'll let you take a little power nap, then change you, ok?" Seto asked. Joey gave a sleepy nod and then shut his eyes, gurgling and coo'ing as he drifted off to dream land. "...Your a toxic little mud butt. but your worth it." Seto said, stroking Joey's hair and smiling till anther loud fart came out into the back of the blond waste filled diaper. "But don't push it." Seto chuckled.

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kazosa · 6 years ago

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A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - Part 5

Summary: All you wanted was to use your skills in automotive engineering and design to open your own custom car shop. When the rug gets yanked out from under you, one of your regular customers offers you a job that you just can’t resist. Will it stay a mutually beneficial arrangement, or will something unexpected bloom?

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x Reader

Appearances by: John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen (Harvelle) Singer, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, OC Ryan

Chapter Synopsis: Dean and the reader get their nails done. Old issues and new ones get discussed whether they like it or not. Reader goes to look for Dean and they have a quiet moment to talk.

Word count: 8440

Warnings: implied smut. Confrontations. Language. Hot toddy consumption.

Masterlist

Tagging: @coffee-obsessed-writer @closetspngirl @sorenmarie87 @adoptdontshoppets @parinarain @his-paradox @babykalika2001

@docharleythegeekqueen @22sarah08 @flamencodiva @deans-baby-momma @collette04 @maralisa124 @mml232 @sympathyforluci

@superthingsilike @cartoonki113r @lookwhatyoumademequeue @jxnnxbrxwn @winchest09 @sandlee44

This wasn’t part of your arrangement, one hell of a benefit, but not what was meant by your mutually beneficial arrangement. You were there to do a job, get your money, and go home to make your dream job a reality. Dean was great, more than great, but was it a good idea to start something with a guy who, more than once, said he didn’t have time for a girlfriend? You’d pinched pennies for years to make your dream come true. Could you manage your dream and have Dean, too?

And what about Dean? You knew he liked you, that was clear, but would he still want you after the job was over? Sure, he’d said so, but you’d heard promises before. He said he didn’t want it to end, but was it just talk? Experience had taught you that men would say anything to get in your pants, then ditch you as soon as they got what they wanted. Dean didn’t seem like the others, though, you’d been wrong before.

Behind you, his body was warm and firm with his arm over your side, but not clutching you. His breath was steady and even on your shoulder. You knew you should give him a chance. He didn’t treat you like the others had. He didn’t take what he wanted, he gave you what you needed and he was really, really good at it…

You knew what you wanted, you just hoped he did, too. Burrowing back into him, he stirred at your movement and you pulled his hand up by your chest. He pulled you more into his body and buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply of your scent.

“What time is it?” his voice was muffled by your neck.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” you said softly.

“Good,” he nuzzled in, “we don’t have anything going on today, let’s stay in bed.”

Staying in bed with Dean would have been your choice over anything else, if you hadn’t told Jess you would go with her and Sam. For a few more, precious minutes, you enjoyed the feel of him wrapped around your body. Telling him meant possibly breaking that connection.

As soon as you said, “About that…,” Dean’s body tensed, and he shifted slightly backward.

“What?”

“I was talking with Jess yesterday…”

“Jess? What did the ice princess say?”

“She invited us to get mani/pedis with her and Sam,” you told him, holding his arm around you.

“Do I look like some kind of male model to you?” he scoffed at such an outrageous notion.

You smirked at his half-hearted outrage and rolled your body so you could look at him. Propping yourself up on an elbow, you looked down at his sleepy face. He had a three-day growth of stubble on his face and you thought it actually made him better looking. You drew your finger along the line of his jaw feeling the rasp as it moved toward his chin. You smiled thinking of the places on your body that were still tender from him…

“I don’t know about that, but I’d take you on any day of the week and twice on Sunday,” you closed the small space between you to kiss him.

He reached for her again, not seeming to get enough. Her lips were so soft and still so eager for him. He hoped she always felt that way because he could devour her over and over. The night before, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Ever since he started going to the garage, she’d caught his eye. He told himself to stay away, reasoning that he didn’t have time, but a hot chick who knew more about cars than him? It was like asking fire not to burn. He should have just asked her out right away.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” she continued. Her voice said she was annoyed, but her face was still soft and warm.

“No way am I letting some person touch my feet and pretty them up. They’re feet, not… well, I don’t know but it’s just not happening.”

“I double dare you,” her nail traced the tattoo on his chest.

“I’m not painting my nails. I’d never hear the end of it at the brewery,” he said.

(Y|N) was half lying on his chest, looking at him with those sultry (Y|EC) eyes of hers.

“Might be kinda hot if you did,” she kissed the spot just under his ear, giving him goosebumps despite the heat of their bodies. “All those bad-ass action stars you love all get manicures… And you and Sam can have guy time. Talk shit out. I double-dog dare you.”

It was getting hard, difficult, to concentrate with her naked body on his and kissing him the way she was. He needed to go to a calm place before he lost control and agreed to something he didn’t want to do.

“Guy-time is not two dudes getting their nails done,” he moaned as she made her way to his mouth. Her tongue teasing at his.

“You two need to talk,” she said softly, nibbling at his lip, “clear the air. I triple-dog dare you.”

“You skipped the triple dare,” he was losing the battle.

“I really want to get my nails done,” she said playfully.

He held her leg over his hip and rolled with her onto her back. Her breath was hot on his ear as she planted her foot and adjusted her hips under him. She has to know what she’s doing to me, right?

“Alright, fine, but I want to see you at the range in overalls,” it was his turn to kiss in her neck. He was rewarded with her fingers raking through his hair and down his back. The last bit of his restraint was being tested. (Y|N) was writhing under him, responding to his every touch.

“Anything… God… anything,” her voice hushed as she kissed him.

“You can call me Dean,” he teased as he entered her body.

This time, when you woke up, you and Dean were a tangle of limbs and bedding.

Thump thump thump

There was no energy left to move. Dean and you had made love four times and you were 80% sure you couldn’t get out of bed if the house were on fire.

Thump thump thump

Dean was lying in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, his leg slung over yours. You still felt tired and couldn’t figure out why you woke up.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

“Hey, you guys decent in there?”

The voice was deep and slightly amused, it had to be Sam. Neither of you were anywhere close to being decent and the bedding was a twisted mess between you. You gave Dean a smack on his shoulder to wake him up.

“Dean!” you whisper yelled.

“Uuuuhhnnn,” he groaned.

“Wake up!”

“Screw consciousness, that’s what I say,” he mumbled and shifted his position next to you.

“No, damnit, wake up! Sam is at the door and I can’t move,” you urged.

Dean sighed heavily as the knocking returned. With a loud groan, Dean got out of bed and you were graced by the sight of his naked form walking across the room. For one horrifying second, you thought he was going to the bedroom door bare-ass naked. You enjoyed the view, but you doubted his brother would. As he got closer, Dean veered off to the closet to throw on a robe.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice asked through the door.

“Hold on, Sammy,” answered Dean.

“Good, you’re alive,” Sam said, his voice lower.

Dean gave you a quick glance as you finally got untangled and covered up to your chin. A devilish grin crossed his features as he reached for the door handle.

“Hey Sam, what’s the rush,” Dean said after opening the door. Interrupting quality time with my lady.

“Jess said you two might be going with us to the salon?”

Dean’s gut reaction was to tell Sam ‘no’, but he had made a deal with (Y|N). He would do the nail thing just to see her in the overalls, and nothing else.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” he said under his breath. “Yeah, super excited about it, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“OK, cool. Can you be ready in an hour? We were thinking brunch first,” Sam wanted to know.

Dean looked over at you for confirmation… or, was it accusation? You nodded and your stomach gave a grateful rumble.

“Sure thing,” Dean said and closed the door when Sam left.

Two and a half hours later, you and Dean were full from brunch and Sam was pulling up to the salon. You were in the back seat with Dean. When you looked over at Dean, you thought he seemed uncomfortable and not just from a full stomach.

“I feel weird,” he said.

“It’s your fault for sampling everything on the buffet,” you reminded with a grin.

He looked up at the sign for the salon, “Everyone at brunch was staring.”

You knew it was because of all the food he ate, plus the bandaged forehead that contributed to the staring. Not to mention, the sight of both Winchester sons in the same place was something to behold. Both brothers were quite tall and very handsome. It didn’t help that people were trying to get a look at you, too. Word spreads quickly in small towns and you could feel their eyes on you just as much as they were on Dean and Sam.

“They were probably looking at both of us. Probably wondering who would willingly be seen with you in public,” you teased.

Sam put the vehicle in park and the four of you got out of the car to go inside for your appointment. As soon as you both stepped inside, you could feel Dean getting ready to bolt.

“Do I have to do this,” he whispered to you.

“Yes. Suck it up, buttercup,” you answered.

“You don’t have to go to the range with me,” he’d gone into full panic-mode now.

Sam and Jess were at the counter talking to the clerk about what they needed. Jess had pulled a few strings to get you all in and you were not about to pass on the opportunity. Turning to him, you slipped your arms inside his unzipped jacket and up his back, pressing yourself into him.

“I’d go to the range with you anyway. This isn’t just some girly thing to do with Jess. It’s time for me to get to know them and for you to talk with Sam,” you kissed his chin and smiled at the worried look on his face that was slowly resolving to his fate. “They massage your legs and hands, too. Arnold Schwarzenegger does it.”

Dean saw a water tank with small fish swimming inside.

“What the hell is that?”

“You put your feet in, and the little fish eat your dead skin,” you explained.

“Oh, hell no, those little piranhas aren’t touching me!”

“Okay, tough guy, no piranhas,” you laughed. “You gonna get color on your nails? They have black.”

“Don’t push it,” he said.

Jess spoke from behind you, “C’mon, (Y|N). We’ll get our toes done first. These two can get their hands done.”

Dean spoke softly into your ear, “Careful,” then placed a kiss on your temple.

You thought he was being a little dramatic, but you nodded anyway and left him to go with Jess.

“I thought you and I could get to know each other and let those two talk,” she said like you knew what she meant. “How was skating? Anything interesting, other than macho man Dean, happen?”

So much had happened yesterday, it was hard to pick out one thing to start.

“Missouri Mosley,” you said.

“Did she tell you something profound?” Jess half-mocked.

“I don’t know if ‘profound’ is the word, but she did say Dean was waiting for me,” you said, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

Jess tipped her head and made a face that agreed with Missouri.

“I can’t say if you’re the one who Dean was waiting for, but that’s tough to argue,” Jess admitted.

“How so?”

“He really hasn’t been serious with anyone since I’ve known him. How did you catch his eye? He’s always been so adamant that his job was more important,” Jess was curious.

“I have no idea,” you admitted. “I always thought he was good-looking, seemed like a decent guy from what I saw of him... Customers always hit on me, but not him. I broke a personal rule for him, too.”

“Don’t date clients?”

You nodded.

“Maybe you were waiting for him, too,” she suggested.

It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you were waiting for him. You hadn’t been lonely, by any means, but they’d mostly been casual.

“Was it Laura?” you asked. “His last serious one?”

Jess nodded, “As far as I know, yes.”

Dean being so mad at Benny made a lot more sense. It was almost like Benny had gotten the life Dean should have been living.

“She’s awful though!” you observed.

Jess snorted, “I like you!” She giggled a little more, then, “I think things worked out for the best whit that whole situation. Woman thinks she is God’s gift…”

“So, what does that mean for Benny when John retires? It seems like Benny would be the next logical step,” you wondered.

“(Y|N),” Jess turned her head to look at you full on, “Winchesters do not follow logic. Things are a bit sideways considering Adam, too.”

“Adam? The kid from the ice rink place? What does he have to do with anything?”

Jess shifted in her seat, “Jesus, I thought he told you…”

“Told me what?”

“I’m surprised, Dean,” Sam said, sitting down. “I never thought you’d do this.”

“(Y|N) can be very persuasive,” he admitted.

“I like her. She seems like a good match for you.”

“Thanks, Sam. That actually means a lot.”

“Look, Dean, not that it isn’t great to see you, but… what are you doing here? I thought you were done with Dad’s yearly spectacle.”

Sam wasn’t wrong, but Dean didn’t really want to get into an argument in public. It was already bad enough being back, but also, everyone in town seemed to know who they were. John Winchester and his businesses employed a lot of people.

“Want to make sure the ol’ man knows I’m still alive,” Dean retorted.

“Dad knows you’re alive. He just hyper-focused on me after mom died,” Sam was trying to make him feel better.

“Yeah, I’m sure he felt guilty,” Dean grumbled. “Don’t you think it’s messed up that Dad keeps bringing him here?

“Bringing who here? What do you mean?”

“C’mon, Sam! Mom would still be here if Dad hadn’t messed around. Now we’ve got this… this… constant reminder of what happened. It’s like he’s trying to push us away and what about the business? Is Dad going to just give it to him?”

“Dean, why do you even care about the business? If I remember right, you couldn’t wait to leave.”

“Of course, that’s how you remember it. You always were the golden child.”

“Come again?” Sam didn’t know what Dean was thinking, he remembered his childhood quite differently. “Dad did nothing but push me to get good grades and join every team and activity that came along. I had no time for myself or to have friends.”

“Poor you. Who left college to come back and pick up the pieces? He was a mess for years. He forgets who it was working like a pack horse calling all the shots. Then I would go home, make sure he didn’t drink himself to death and help you with your homework. I barely slept for three years. I will not just sit and watch him hand it off to his bastard.”

Sam’s eyes were wide as he quickly looked at the nail techs. They’d stopped working to watch the exchange. When they noticed, they jumped back to work again.

“Maybe we should talk about this back at the house?”

“Why?! What difference does it make? Dad’s burned every bridge already. No one is going to build one for him. Everyone knows he’s an asshole,” it felt good to get it out. “It takes a special kind of prick to bring the reason your wife is dead to the party, and at her favorite holiday. She should be alive and it’s his fault she’s not. And why do you care what happens to the business, you just want to sell it first chance you get.”

His words hit their mark. Sam didn’t know Dean had found out about that particular option that he’d been considering.

“How did you…” Sam sputtered.

“Do you really think you can shop the business around and not have people check on it? I thought you were the smart one?”

“Jess and I talked about it,” Sam cleared his throat, “we were just putting feelers out there. The plan is to keep it all running and everyone still employed.” He looked at the nail techs and smiled.

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam was always the diplomat. He said he didn’t have political aspirations, but the sale of the business would sure fund a lot of campaigning. Conversation after that was terse at best. It had been good to air it out, but the potential repercussions after his outburst weighed on him. Telling Sam was one thing, bringing it up with his dad was another. It was a discussion that needed to happen, it was just a matter of when.

Not forgetting about the gala and your dress, you chose an emerald green color for your nails and gold highlights. Tasteful and elegant. Of course, you’d heard what was said when Dean was getting his done, the whole salon had. The parts you hadn’t caught, Jess filled you in. Adam seemed like a nice kid who was getting a raw deal. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to try in spite of the resistance. John, however, just seemed all the more scummy for it. It wouldn’t have surprised you, at all, if he were, indeed, deliberately trying to hurt his older sons. There had to be a better way.

You and Jess were finished first and Sam was almost done. Dean, however, was not. Seeing the empty chair between the two brothers, you took the space for yourself. You put your hand on top of his newly manicured hand, no polish.

“You’re doing great, honey. Remember to breathe,” you teased.

“Very funny,” he said through gritted teeth.

You rubbed your thumb between the spaces in the bones of his hand.

“No polish, I see. Kinda disappointed, not gonna lie,” you really didn’t care, you were just trying to distract him.

“I don’t need that crap. This is enough,” he said.

The technician had taken her time to do a good job. It did make you wonder if it was to get more juicy gossip, or if Dean’s nails were just that much of a mess. Dean had aired a lot of dirty laundry during the mani portion. But now, Dean had a perfect pedi, even if he didn’t have polish. The tech gave him the final rubdown and the okay to go.

“Very pretty, babe,” you patted his hand and got ready to leave the salon.

Held hostage in the back seat of Sam’s car, Sam and Jess took you on a tour around Lawrence before heading back to Lebanon. You tried to politely decline, but they insisted. By the time you got back to Lebanon, the effects of the night before were catching up with you and you were practically sleeping on Dean.

Dean managed to get (Y|N) out of the car and up the stairs to his room. He almost felt bad about keeping her up all night, but she had woken him up twice, too. She climbed on top of the comforter and almost went back to sleep immediately. He pulled a heavy blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed and covered her with it. She looked like a worn-out angel lying in his bed. Bending down, he placed a light kiss on her forehead, thinking she was already napping.

“Where are you going?” She asked drowsily, not opening her eyes.

“Need to go have a talk with Dad,” he said, truthfully.

“Don’t kill him, just hurt him real bad,” she said.

That caught him off guard.

“Are you even awake,” he asked.

“Mmhmm. Still your dad… and a felony,” she said.

He snickered at her comment.

“No promises.”

He left the room as quietly as he could and headed for the stairs. He just hoped that she wouldn’t hear what was about to go down. Winchester “talks” tended to get loud. What he hadn’t expected was to see his father at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him.

“We need to talk, son,” John said.

When Dean made the turn at the bottom landing, he could see that the room held Bobby, Ellen, Sam, and Jess. He hadn’t seen them before because he’d been so focused on his dad.

“What’s going on here? Is this an intervention or something?”

“We need to talk to you about this ‘relationship’ you have with (Y|N),” John elaborated.

“‘We’ huh?” He looked around at the people in the room. Jess was the only one who looked like she would rather be doing anything else. Feeling a little bit like he was backed into a corner, he went on, “What do you think ‘we’ all need to say about the woman I’m going to marry?”

“How about you come sit down so we can say our piece,” Ellen tried to persuade him.

He’d lost control of the situation before it even began. If he’d had hackles, they’d be raised.

“Sure, why the hell not,” he took the open chair near the door. If things went bad and he needed to cool off, the door was just a few steps away. “Who wants to go first? I’m sure it’s all going to be just aces.”

John rolled his eyes and moved into a spot near the center of the room. Dean eyed Bobby sitting to his left. At least Bobby had the decency to look guilty.

“Dean,” John began, “we all know she’s not really your girlfriend.” John raised his hand to stop his son from speaking. “Women like her don’t just magically find a guy like you and settle down.”

“For the hundredth time, she is not a stripper or a prostitute. Her best friend told me she hadn’t dated anyone seriously for years before me. And she didn’t find me, I found her. I asked HER out. And I’m damn lucky she said yes. Jesus. A simple Google search will tell you who she is, but I suppose you would still think that she was a prostitute,” Dean was getting close to losing his temper. “What else do we need to ‘talk’ about?”

“How about the first morning you two were here? She came down the stairs and into the kitchen where I was cooking breakfast for my family. She walks in giving me ‘the look.’” He waited for Dean’s reaction. All he got was his son’s eyes snapping over to his. “Yeah, you know the one. Thought she was just appreciating where the good looks were coming from, then she just kept on it. She couldn’t even answer simple questions about her own fiancé.”

Dean couldn’t roll his eyes any harder, “You think you know everything. What did you ask her?”

“How you take your coffee.”

“And you think she answered wrong,” it wasn’t a question. (Y|N) and he had talked about everything. It had been so easy to talk to her. And whatever she may not have known the answer to, she was crazy intuitive and could practically guess what he was thinking.

“I asked her if she wanted to take cream and sugar and she said no.”

“I take it black when I have a hangover. Why are you so dead set on dragging her down? Why can’t you just accept it? I’m marrying her and that’s the end of the story.”

“How does the girl take her coffee,” Bobby asked.

Dean had a moment of panic. He didn’t remember talking about that with her. If they had, he’d forgotten what she had said. He just hoped that his fear didn’t show on his face.

“She doesn’t like coffee,” he said victoriously when it suddenly came to him. She always had a soda.

“And it has nothing to do with me and Jess getting engaged? I know you want the business and Dad has certain requirements,” Sam said cautiously.

“She's just like the rest of them, after his money. So easily bought off,” John slipped.

John's words had brought the room to dead silence. The only sound made was the rustle of fabric as Dean got up from his chair and closed the space between he and his father.

“Come again?” Dean eyed John, the sound of steel in his voice.

“You know exactly what I mean. Those women you would see… strippers and gold diggers. All it took was a simple phone call for most of them.” John couldn't believe Dean had never seen those women for what they were. “I did you a favor and got rid of them before they took you for everything you had.”

“You had NO RIGHT to do that!” Dean's blood was boiling.

“Tell me, Dean, how much has (Y|N) gotten out of you?”

“Always trying to run my life… Good. I'm glad you paid them off, but it was a waste of money. None of them were anything more than a good time. It's funny you get so concerned about the type of women I spend time with when you bring your bastard son down here every Christmas parading him around. What do you get out of that? Are you showing him what could be his, or is it some sick twist about what he can't have?”

“John, don’t you think you’re being a little hard on the boy?” Bobby said from his space on the couch.

“Stay out of it, Bobby, he’s MY son,” John growled.

“Then ACT like it!” Bobby shot back.

Bobby had already risen from his seat and Ellen followed, ready to back him up if needed. Deciding they’d had enough of the “talk,” they made their way into the kitchen.

Sam moved to the edge of his seat to listen. Dean had always been the more hesitant of the two of them to fight with their father. It had been a long time since they'd aired out their issues and he wanted to make sure he heard everything his brother had to say.

“This isn't about me or Adam. This is about the farce you and that girl have been running the moment you came here,” John continued, completely disregarding Bobby. “For the record, Adam is my son, as you so delicately pointed out. I don't need to have a motive to invite him here.”

“No, Dad. It is all about you. You make us feel like we have to compete for your love and attention, and you've treated Benny more like a son than me. He got my old job and even married Laura, just like you wanted me to do.” Dean let himself calm down and think if he'd left anything out. “You know what? I don’t give a shit anymore. Give it to whoever you want.”

“Maybe if you didn’t make such epic bad decisions, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now,” John shot back.

“My life is a mess? Let’s talk about your bad decisions, Dad. You want to tell Sam why our mother is dead?” Dean barely waited for John to answer and when he didn’t, Dean continued, “Sam, Mom found out that Dad had been screwing around on her. Not just with Adam’s mother, but other women, too. All those out of town trips… Nancy Mulligan was the one that caught his eye, though. Mom found out about Adam, and all of the other women, the same night she died. Got in the car and tore off, lost control and wrecked. I may make bad decisions in my personal life, but (Y|N) isn’t one of them and I sure as hell never got anyone killed over one.”

It happened quickly after that. John didn’t have far to reach to throw the first punch. Dean saw it coming and dodged it, throwing a right cross into John’s ribs. Jess had slipped out of the way, not wanting to get caught in the middle. She was glad that Dean finally gotten it off his chest, but she hated how it had happened...

For the last few days, Dean had practically been attached to your hip. At first, you thought he was doing it to protect you or make you feel comfortable around his family. Now that dinner was almost ready and he’d been absent from for you for over an hour, you missed the comfort of his warm, solid presence next to you.

When you followed your nose to the kitchen and Dean wasn’t there, you got worried. Jess and Sam were there having a hot toddy with Ellen and Bobby. Sam looked a little guilty and Jess could barely make eye contact.

“What’s going on? Where’s Dean?” you wanted to know.

Sam’s free hand patted the top of the hand holding the toddy.

“He’s probably out in the barn. He likes to bang the dents out of wrecks in there… after an argument with Dad.” Sam cleared his throat and furtively glanced at you.

Jess didn’t say anything to you, she just handed you the thermos. She had an apologetic look on her face. Worried even more, you slipped on your boots and pulled on Dean’s hoodie that was hanging on a peg by the back door. Making sure you had the thermos; you went outside in search of your fiancé.

Even if you didn’t know where it was, you would have been able to find it easily. The unmistakable sound of metal on metal was mixed in with the blaring sound of Motorhead. It sounded more like Dean was putting dents in than taking them out. Rubber mallets sounded different…

As you got closer, the big door was open wide enough to let a car pass through. A light, peaceful snow was falling now that it was almost dark, and in contrast to the clanging coming from the barn. The clanging suddenly stopped, followed by a loud grunt.

Walking into a big wooden barn, you’d expected to see combines, tractors, and various other farm implements. It wasn’t that kind of barn. Instead, cars lined each side from the front all the way to the back. In some places, other cars were blocked in by the ones in front. You assumed the nicer cars were the ones that had covers on them as you easily spotted the unmistakable shape of a ’68 Corvette Stingray.

About halfway down the line, one car was uncovered, the cover piled on the barn floor. The loud music was coming from inside the car where Dean sat with the door open.

His hands were numb from beating the rusted old hood that was hanging on the wall. He was still angry but destroying the hood wouldn’t fix that. He swung the crowbar as hard as he could into one of the support beams, burying the teeth in the post.

There weren’t many lights inside the barn and the ones that were, were under the loft. When he first saw her, he thought maybe it was Jess coming to tell him (Y|N) heard everything and was leaving, making him feel even worse.

She leaned down by the front tire then came around by the open door and stood in the opening.

“Big sound coming from the old girl,” it was (Y|N).

She leaned into the car, putting her hand on the steering wheel for balance. Her other hand was reaching for the radio and she changed it to a Christmas station. When he tried to change it back, (Y|N) slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you dare,” she said.

Somehow, when she slipped back out of the car, she’d grabbed his wrist and was pulling him out of the car with her.

“C’mon. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but you do have to dance with me,” she ordered.

With no fight left in him, he found himself getting out of the car for her. “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” was playing.

“Is that a ’55 Packard Caribbean?” she asked.

“You really know your cars,” he conceded.

“She’s a beauty.”

“Drove it all through high school,” he felt like he was in a fog. “Are you just stealing all of my clothes now?”

“Didn’t think you’d mind.”

She pulled him to the empty space in the center of the barn, the final strains from Brenda Lee reaching them as they stopped.

“Am I ever gonna get it back?” he looked down at you, his expression still irritated.

You patted your sides and Dean’s scent wafted up through the neck hole. A hint of aftershave and hops.

“No, I think it’s mine now,” you smiled up at him. You noticed he had a new bruise on his cheek but didn’t ask him about it. He would tell you if he wanted you to know.

“I don’t dance, sweetheart,” he grumbled, but he still stood there letting you touch his battered face and hands.

“You also don’t do Christmas, but here we are,” you teased. “Jingle Bell Rock” began. “You can’t be mad when you dance to Christmas music. Just move your body.”

You held his hand and used him as a prop to dance to the song. You were doing twirls and having a grand ol’ time. It didn’t matter to you how goofy you were, Dean needed to get out of his head for his own sake. As you danced, you sung along to the song, loudly and out of tune.

Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” was next. Dean finally pulled you close, surprising you. You put your hand on his arm and he slowly moved you to the beat of the music. It was nice to be in his arms again. The anger was gone from his handsome features, replaced by sadness. He could barely look at you. You moved closer so your body pressed to his, your arms going up around his shoulders. Bing’s smooth voice was making you feel good, your hand absently stroking the back of Dean’s neck.

“You know, you can tell me what happened, right?” your voice was gentle.

With the song ending, so did the swaying. Dean was looking outside through the open barn door and “Let it Snow” began playing on the Packard’s radio.

“I don’t think Dad is going to hand over the business to me,” he said. The agony in his voice was killing you. His head dropped to the side of yours, his skin was cold against your temple.

“We knew that it could end this way,” you said softly, your hand holding his head.

“But if I don’t get it, it’s not just me that’s losing,” his voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I’m here, Dean. I don’t need the earrings. You can have them back, use them to start your own place. I just want you,” you said. “No matter what, I’m here, and I have your back.”

“I’m sorry about everything that’s happened,” he moved to look at you, “but I’m glad you’re here.”

His eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul, and you knew you were head over heels in love with him. His strong arms enveloped you. His eyes closing as he leaned in to kiss you.

Dean pulled away first, but not very far. He didn’t want her to run away. It was irrational, but real, he wanted her close… and she was warm.

Her eyes still closed, she said, “Wow.” Taking a moment to come back to herself, she continued, “If I had known that’s how you felt, I would have kissed you right away.”

He couldn’t help himself, he kissed her again. Goosebumps raised on his skin. Either he was cold, or he was in love. Not that he knew what it meant to be in love. All he knew is he didn’t want to lose (Y|N).

“What’s in the thermos,” he asked.

(Y|N) looked like she’d forgotten she’d even carried it in.

“Jess gave it to me. I assume it has hot toddy in it,” she thought a moment, “Warm toddy. We could have it before dinner?”

“Yeah, but let’s get in the car,” he suggested.

“Are you cold in your multiple layers?”

“I can take my hoodie back,” he said walking with you to the car.

“You could try,” you smiled.

“Hmm,” he opened the car door for you. “Don’t tempt me.”

He closed the door gently on the old Packard once you were inside. You watched as Dean went around the front of the car, his fingers splayed as the grazed the hood. A hint of a smile finally touched his face as he leaned down to grab the thermos from where you’d left it and got in the car with you. You took the thermos from him and he reached for the key still in the ignition.

“Let’s see if Garth has been taking care of her,” he said and turned the key.

Dean turned his head toward you giving you a look like the car might explode. Instead, the car gave a small shudder and rumbled to life. Dean’s face lit up.

“Atta boy, Garth,” he said with a smile of appreciation for his friend and for his old car. He reached for the heat controls and set them to max.

“Care for a tour of the grounds, m’lady?” he said in his best snooty voice.

“I would like that a lot,” you moved closer.

When you left the house, you hadn’t thought to grab an extra cup for Dean. While you were sure he had no qualms about drinking right from the container, you thought it might be better to share the cup.

The heat was already beginning to work in the car as you slid to the middle of the split-back bench seat. Dean gave you a sideways glance, a funny little look on his face, eyebrow up like he was waiting for you to say something. The moment passed and Dean put the car in gear. He eased the car out of its parking space, his foot on the brake. Even though you weren’t driving, you could feel the power ready to be unleashed.

“Man, she really wants to go, doesn’t she?” you asked.

The leather upholstery was soft and smooth under your hand, “They just don’t make cars this beautiful anymore. Not ones Joe Schmoe can buy, anyway.” The leather was a cream color and had black and turquoise trim to match the body colors.

Dean eased the car to a stop just outside the barn. The snow was falling gently on the car and you could just barely hear it hitting the canvas convertible top.

“I almost wish I could take her with me,” he said, “but no extra parking in my building.”

You had plenty of space at your place, but with Chuck’s ultimatum, you didn’t know if you’d have a job in 2 weeks. Even if things didn’t work out with you and Dean, you still couldn’t decide if you wanted to go back to work with Chuck. The earrings he’d bought you could be returned or sold, but if it didn’t work out, you really didn’t want them…

“She’s a beauty,” you told him.

“Alright,” he said, “down to the end of the land and back, I’m starving.”

You already unscrewed the mug and were working on the stopper. A waft of toddy steam hit your nose; the liquid still hot as you poured. Jess didn’t put much in the thermos, only enough to fill the mug.

“Here,” you held out the mug for Dean, “this’ll warm you up.”

He took the mug from you and took a few drinks from it. The snow had piled up on the windshield and he reached to turn on the wipers.

“Don’t hog it. Sip, sip, pass,” you wanted a drink, too.

Dean smirked and passed you the mug. Handing if off to you, he put the car in gear and rode the brake, even in first gear. Dean said he was only going to the end of the lane, but he took you on a small tour of the farm. The snow was building but the road was still visible for most of the tour. He showed you the shed that he and Sam jumped off to see if they could fly. You saw the tire swing where he spent hours swinging and spinning. He told you all about high school.

“The girls I dated always said one thing about my car and as soon as they did, I knew I would have to end it,” he said.

“Oh God, I’m afraid to ask,” you said.

Dean did a mock girly voice to say, “Oh Dean, the color of your car matches your eyes!”

“HA! I don’t blame you!”

Dean let off the brake and the car was rolling again.

“So how fast does she go?” you asked.

“One-track mind on you,” he chuckled. “I’ll show you some time but when the roads are dry.”

“Thanks for asking me to come to this,” you said.

“Thanks for saying ‘yes’,” he said moving his arm to lay across the back of the seat.

Unwilling to miss the opportunity, you slid the rest of the way to lean against him as he drove. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and watched the snow falling outside. You put your hand on his thigh and his arm came down around your shoulders.

By the time you and Dean got his car back in the garage and everything settled, it was late, and you’d probably missed dinner. It didn’t matter much anyway, you doubted Dean would want to sit down with them after whatever it was that had happened. You helped Dean close the barn doors and walked back up to the house with him.

Inside, the house was oddly quiet. You almost expected to see someone in the kitchen, but it was empty. Dinner had been eaten and put away. Dishes were left on the island where the only light in the kitchen was left on. On top of the plates was a note folded in half. Dean picked it up to read while you rummaged in the refrigerator. You found the food containers and started pulling them out.

Dean flipped open the note with his thumb. He recognized the handwriting as Ellen’s.

Dean - we’re sorry about earlier. Food’s in the fridge. Saved you some pie.

—E

“What’s the note say?” You asked Dean.

“Ellen’s just sorry about the crap from earlier,” he crumpled the note and put it in the trash.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” You really wanted to know.

“Let’s get some plates ready, then I’ll tell ya.”

Once your food was warmed and ready, the two of you sat down at the island to eat and Dean told you everything. He told you about Adam, how his mother found out, and her subsequent death. He told you about his dad and how Dean had kept him alive and ran both businesses at a young age. You found out how Dean left Lebanon again and came into your life.

“Do you still want to go to the gala tomorrow?” You asked. If he said ‘no’ it wouldn’t shock you in the least. The fact that he was still there was a little bit of a shock. Dean had been put through the wringer and had still come out clean on the other side.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to stay afterward. Besides, I really want to see you in that dress.”

“You have a clothing fetish,” you didn’t put it as a question.

“No, I don’t. I just have an… appreciation for your… form,” he said.

You smiled at him. He is poor face was beaten up and his hands had to be sore. And despite his injuries, he was still incredibly handsome.

“Does it ever get tough walking around with that face?” You couldn’t stop your thoughts from spilling out of your mouth.

“It does this week,” he said.

“No, I mean, do you see you? Even with a cut and bruised cheek, you’re damn fine to look at,” you mused.

“Well… I mean… it doesn’t suck,” he gave you a charming smile. “Gets me in with the cute mechanics.”

You snickered, “Is that something you need to do often?”

“I’ve been holding out.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, “Had to find someone equally hot to use my manly wiles on.”

“How’s that working out for you?”

He gave you the most endearing look you had ever seen and felt your heart melt for him.

“It’s working pretty good,” he grinned. “Got me a pretty lady that makes me feel things I didn’t think were possible for a washed-up old man.”

You got up from your stool and were slightly higher than him sitting. He turned his body and leaned on the island as he looked at you, clearly worn out from the day.

“The dishes are put away, let’s go to bed,” you suggested.

He looked at you funny, “You’re not gonna tell me I’m not washed-up?”

“I was, but you ruined it,” you teased, getting even closer to him. He put his arms around you pulling you close, his head resting on your chest. You stroked his head and shoulders and felt him relax into you a little more. “Come on. I’d feel better if we were in your room.”

“You’re just trying to get me into bed,” he said as he let you go and got up from the stool. He’d not had the benefit of a nap and was feeling the pain. The lack of sleep and the pain from his injuries had been taking their toll all day.

“Yes, I am. Now get your cute buns moving,” you said.

“Don’t objectify me,” he scoffed.

“I like you, Dean,” you said as he led the way.

“I love you, too,” he whispered as you made your way up the stairs with him.

You sat on the bed next to Dean who was already in bed and passed out. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. You looked at the clock and decided that it wasn’t too late to make a quick phone call. You hadn’t even been bringing it with you, not that you would have had any time to look at it. It had been so busy at the farm, you weren’t even really sure what day it was. The indicator light was flashing on your phone and you could only imagine the messages you had missed.

Not bothering to look at them, you held down your speed dial button and waited for the video call to connect.

“I do believe we need to have a discussion about what “Keep me updated” means. Not even a text from you,” Ryan didn’t say ‘hello’ again. “Why are you sitting in the dark? Is tall, dark, and sexy with you?”

“Shh! Yes, he is and I don’t want to wake him,” you said. You knew she could see you just fine, though.

“Then you shouldn’t have video chatted me, dipstick,” she countered.

“Fair enough.”

You had tried to slide off the bed before you made the call, but Dean had his arm over your legs and was knocked out cold. If he woke up, he woke up, but you didn’t think he would.

“What the hell has been going on that you can’t call me?” Ryan asked.

It took a bit of explaining, but you finally made it through all of the details. She wanted you to spend a little more time on the sex details than you were entirely comfortable with, but she got the idea from what little you were willing to divulge.

"Cmooooon tell meeeee." "You are MARRIED." "Exactly, I need to live vicariously through you." "Tsk tsk What would Christina say...." "She would understand, now spill. Tell me all about it." "No, and I haven't even told you the best(?) part."

“I think we know what the best part is…”

“Pffft, you're not wrong!” You laughed, “but seriously. He was so tired from everything today. When we were going upstairs, I thought he was just sleeping on his feet and joking around with me. So, I said, ‘I like you, Dean.’”

“And??”

“He whispered, ‘I love you, too.’ WHAT THE HELL RY?!”

“Alright, as much as you want to freak out, cuz I know I want to, don’t. Don’t overthink it and let it fuck up whatever’s happening. Try to let things happen naturally.”

“Oh! Easy for you to say!” You were absolutely freaking out, but she was also right. It could have just been his sleepy mind saying it in response to a dream-like state. Maybe he just said what he felt was right in the moment. Maybe he didn’t even mean for you to hear him.

“(Y|N)! Don’t make me come down there and slap you. You got this. Now get some rest. You don’t need bags under your eyes for the big show tomorrow.”

“Alright, you’re right, as usual,” you allowed.

“Damn right, I am. Try to enjoy that sexy man… more. And CALL ME TOMORROW.”

“Okay, shhhh!! Bye!”

“Merry Christmas.”

You sighed heavily and put your ringer on silent before putting it back on the nightstand. Your notification light was still flashing like crazy, but you didn’t think you could stand to go through them, you just wanted to get to sleep. Whatever it was that was on there could wait for you to see in the morning. Reaching for the pull chain on the lamp, you scooted down on the bed and pulled the chain. Dean stirred enough for you to lie down with him and settle in.

I think I love you, too.

#au dean winchester #au dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #a mutually beneficial arrangement #kazosa #implied smut

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Sycamore High: The Auditorium (Chapter 10)

A/N: So many characters! So many stories! So many perspectives! I LOVE WRITING TED. Also, I have only had Tommy for a chapter but if anything very were to happen to him...

summary: The gang goes through an odd morning before class

words: 1,690

warnings: Cursing, slight homophobia, mentions of yelling, implied abuse, VERY NEGATIVE THINKING

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So cute

He is so cute

I love him

WOAH WOAH, pump the breaks, Ted, you pump those breaks

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Emma turned the corner sleepily, god had anyone gotten any sleep?

“I can't believe they have a coffee cart at this school… how fancy can you get?’ She mumbled to herself making her way towards the smell of sweet sweet caffeine. She reaches the eyesight of the coffee cart to be met with a very different scene. She finds herself staring at Paul and some unknown man who looks very angry. She can't hear what they are saying but the taller man's face gets very red and Emma decides that maybe she should intervene seeing as Paul looks like he could care less what happens to him. She stepped in front of the pair and held up her hand, catching a very sweaty fist in it. The man grunted and kept pushing his fist against her hand, she didn't budge. She gave him a look before he snarled and gave up, walking away followed by a very chatty crew.

“Emma!” Pauls perky voice shouted from behind her, she spun to see an equally sleepy Paul grinning like an idiot, so cute.

“Hiya Paul, what was that about?” She asked, scooching past him a bit to collect her own coffee and Pauls.

“Emma! My dear friend! The girl I met just a while ago! The girl who I might have a crush on! I don't know!” Emma immediately shushed him and dragged him away from the overpopulating coffee cart. She huddled them into a corner still covering his mouth. “I am really tired” He said smiling, insane eyes shining through.

“Yeah, I can tell…” She paused examining him “How much sleep did you get last night?” She asked concerned

“Literally 0 hours” He said still smiling, she wanted to laugh he really was adorable “My mom was loud and fighting with my dad, we don't like him in this household” He whispered the last part. Emma felt like she was listening to a gossip session. “Anyway they were fighting, VERY LOUDLY” He shouted, Emma, nodded sighing… she was getting annoyed. Paul caught on and decided to continue. “Sister, having boy troubles or whatever… and… “ He suddenly got very sad, his face fell. Emma took his hand not thinking and giving it light supportive strokes “Ted… I was worried about Ted” He pouted, Emma nodded. She looked around her surroundings.

“Let's get you back to class” She decided to hand him his coffee. He took it and followed her lead towards the auditorium.

“Hey how did you do that-” He paused gesturing wildly “Hand thingy”

“I take self-defense classes” She said, slightly leading Paul who was now full-on drunk/sleepy mode. He gasped loudly, jaw-dropping.

“You are so cool” He whispered amazed, she smirked before they reached the auditorium doors. He looked at the doors then down at his coffee. “Oh no! I forgot Bills coffee…” He pouted again and furrowed his brows “Eh, fuck Bill” He stated before the pair made their way into class.

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“Ok, we can't keep doing this!” Charlotte exclaimed “This isn't like me” She said, furrowing her brows. It wasn't, she wasn't the type of person to sneak into a dark corner of the school and have a make-out session.

“God! Charlotte! You say this every-time, and then the morning comes and here we are” Sam replies frustrated. Charlotte winces at his yelling, she doesn't like yelling. “Look you need to figure out what it is we are doing ok?” Charlotte nods unsure before racing out of their corner, she feels a firm hand grab her and pull her back in for a moment. A warm kiss is placed on her lips and she cant help but melt into it. Sam pulls away after a moment before winking goodbye and making his way to class. Her face flushed before she made her separate way towards the auditorium.

“There you are” The concerned voice of her best friend Emma calls across the room, she turns smiling at her friend

“Here I am” She says dreamily “What's up, buttercup?” Emma rolls her eyes and drags her over to the seats.

“Ok I have so much to tell you but first why do you look high?” Charlotte's face fell immediately a sense of panic set in.

“High? I don't look high? Omg, do I look high?” She rambled, Emma squeezed her hands

“Kidding!” She said unsure at her friend, Charlotte pouted and hit her shoulder

“Not funny” She said

“You did it wrong” Emma joined in her pout “It's actually ‘Not Funneh!’” Emma exclaimed mimicking the John Mulaney skit.

“Ok nope, I'm not doing this, it's way too early-”

“Paul said he might have a crush on me” Emma blurted, softly enough for only the pair to hear.

“Good Morning class!” A voice echoed through the hollow theatre “Unfortunately Professor Chad is unavailable today so I have been asked to step in. I'm Professor Hidgens and that is what you can call me” The nervous professor looked at the students expectantly before deciding to begin roll call.

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He is really cute though

Yes, but you don't love him! You don't even know him!

Still cute

“Enough!” Ted shouted out loud, the car stopped abruptly and Tommy looked over at Ted in a panic. Ted covered his mouth quickly as the pair made eye contact. “Sorry, I was… just thinking” He said, Tommy sighed relieved before continuing on. Ted cursed himself, idiot, He thought.

“So what's your first class of the day?” Tommy asked casually as he pulled into the school parking lot “Mines Equine Care and Management, I really love horses” He informs excitedly, Ted could listen to him speak for hours. Tommy parks the car looking over at the boy expectantly.

“Oh! Well it was Physical Education but somehow I got transferred into Musical Theatre with a bunch of my friends” Ted wanted to hit himself, he sounded so lame. Tommy's eyes lit up as he unbuckled.

“I love the theatre!! I really wanted to take that class but my…” He trailed off “Doesn't matter, that's super cool though!” His tone had gotten sadder, Ted felt a fiery ball gather in his stomach, he wanted to punch whoever made him feel this way. He just wanted to protect Tommy.

Dammit!

What is wrong with you?

I don't know

Get it together, man

What would your father think?

“Why do I care?” He mumbled to himself getting out of the car. He had dried off a tad bit so he wasn't slugging water everywhere. He grabbed his things and followed Tommy into the school, he couldn't help but stare the entire time. He was absolutely, head over heels, in l-

STOP IT!

You aren't, you CAN'T be

You're just confused, it's just a phase

It's just a phase

Just a phase

“Could I walk you to the auditorium?” Tommy asked sweetly, no pun intended “I've always wanted to see it” Ted watched as Tommy's eyes grew wide with excitement, and a beautiful smile crossed his face.

“How could I say no?” That was supposed to stay up here, Ted thought. Tommy jumped, yes jumped, excitedly and latched onto Ted. He immediately froze at the sudden contact the two boys now shared. Tommy wasn't bothered, and Ted wasn't either perse but… he was confused.

“Lead the way Teddy” Tommy mumbled softly. Oh? Using my childhood nickname? NOT FAIR UNIVERSE! And so he did, Ted leads them through the almost empty halls right to the auditorium doors. Everything was going great, they talked and laughed. They were so close until-

“Got yourself a boyfriend Porker?” A gruff voice asked from behind. Ted felt his mood immediately drop as the pair turned around to be met with Billy. “Aww look, he even has pigtails, so you can pretend he's a girl”

Ok that's it, Ted roll up your sleeves lets get this motherfucker

Why? He's right, isn't he?

“I'm not his boyfriend” Tommy said calmly, why did Ted's heart hurt when he said this. “I'm just a friend, he's much too good for me” Both Ted and Billy were shocked by this. Ted felt a pang of guilt hit him.

Too good for you? No… no… you've got it all wrong Tommy

“Even if he was my boyfriend” Ted said, his voice wavered by this sudden participation “You would be the last to know”

Wow great job Ted, I’m sure that will get him going

“So what? You like boys Porker?” Billy said scoffing. Ted furrowed his brows, he went to answer.

“You interested Billy? Unfortunately, you're not my type” That shut him up, ted watched amused as Billy stuttered over himself before walking away defeated. “Also yeah I do!” Ted shouted, He just really wanted to rile him up. Tommy let out a giggle and covered Ted's mouth.

“Stop.. you're going to get yourself punched” The pair giggled, Ted felt happier than he had in a while.

“I've been through worse” He shuffled his feet, Tommy let out a breath before examining the halls once more.

“Sorry about that” He said, Ted shook his head furiously

“Not your fault, Billy has always had it out for me and my friends” He glanced over at the direction where Billy had gone “I guess this time it was justified” Ted said disappointed.

“What? Are you joking? It was absolutely not! So you like boys? Who cares?” Tommy said getting very defensive, ted was taken aback by this sudden anger he felt wash through him. “Look I don't know you that well but clearly you have some things you need to work on, but I meant when I said we were friends, ok?” he looked around again “It's ok to like whoever-” Tommy paused “Just don't like Billy ok? Cause… ew” The pair erupted into laughter once more “I should get to class… see you around Ted” Tommy smiled, that damn smile before disappearing, leaving Ted with a very hollow stomach and an awful feeling of longing.

So...Not a phase

What would your father think?

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josuyasu-pixiv-links · 6 years ago

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A Slight Warmth in My Palm

By: 8x8=64

Link: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=66640463 (24 pages)

Josuke gets a bit overprotective.

Rough translation below the cut. About this blog here.

Narration (J): When he died, it sounded like the world shattered.

Narration (J): I understood, in my head

Narration (J): But, even as his body grew cold, I searched for a faint warmth

Narration (J): You know, right? My stand, Crazy Diamond...

{stare/glare}

J: Open your eyes, Okuyasu!

Narration (J): Can't return a life that has ended.

O: Jo-o-su-ke

J: Whoa! Surprised me!

{Clattering}

O: Class is already over, how long are you gonna sleep? Let's go home.

J: Oh, yeah

J: (Must've been dreaming)

{Footsteps}

O: Oh –

O: Ma-an, I'm hungry. Wanna stop by somewhere?

J: Ah, yeah.

O: Where should we go?

J: Hey, you're button's come loose.

O: Huh? Oh, it has.

O: I give up. I'm so bad at sewing.

{Whooshy stand noise}

O: O-oh! Thanks!

J: No problems

J: It's not really a big dea...

{ZOOM}

J: Look out!

{GRAB}

{Vroom}

J: Geez, don't speed like that down such a narrow street!

J: Right?

O: Y-yeah, thanks.

J: Oh yeah. Are you stopping by my place today?

O: Huh?

J: Tomorrow's a holiday, so it's probably ok, yeah? Oh, and I bought a new game. We should play it!

O: But, I gotta go look after dad

J: Oh...

J: Right, I forgot. Sorry.

O: But I could come over this evening, probably.

O: I think.

O: ...I'm not sure, so let your mum know.

J: Yeah.

{Doorbell}

Tomoko: Josuke~, it’s a guest. It's Okuyasu, right?

J: Yeah, yeah. I'm getting it.

J: Hey.

O: Yo.

O: Sorry I'm so late.

O: Sorry for the intrusion

[T/N: 'ojama shimasu' is one of those standard Japanese phrases that don't translate super well into English, but it's the polite thing to say when you go into someone's house.]

J: No problem.

Tomoko: Come in Okuyasu. Make yourself at home.

O: (Boobs)

O: G-good evening

J: It's fine, go sleep.

J: Go take a seat, Okuyasu.

Tomoko: Don't you boss me around.

Tomoko: It's fine if you want to play games, but don't overdo it. 'Night.

J: Yeah, I know. 'Night.

J: Hey, you want a drink?

O: Milk tea

J: Don't got any. Got tea or cola or orange juice

O: OJ

[T/N: Sorry, I can't read the game title properly! I think it might say something about blood.]

O: {YAWN}

{Slump}

O: I'm really sleepy

J: Right?

Note: After four whole hours of play. *Remember to rest for fifteen minutes every hour.

J: Going to the bathroom.

{Flop}

O: Poopin'?

J: Sure.

J: Oi, oi! Don't just sleep right there!

O: Mm.

{Snuggling sound?}

J: Bastard.

O: I'm not sleeping. Hurry up and poop, asshole.

Note: Utmost apologies for this.

POOPING TIME

J: 'Not sleeping', huh?

J: Oi, wake up.

J: Oi. Let's get the futon, Okuyasu.

J: … Okuyasu?

{Faint thump}

{Heart beats}

J: He's warm.

O: Sure am.

J: You're awake.

O: Hey, Josuke.

O: If there's something on your mind, just tell me.

J: ….

O: Today, in the classroom

Flashback (J): O ku ya su

O: You were calling my name

J: Really?

J: (Lame)

O: Just now,

O: You were checking something.

J: Nah

O: Josuke, I'm stupid so if you don't tell me clearly, I won't get it.

J: It's nothing, I...

O: Josuke!

J: …. It's scary. When I can't heal someone.

J: When grandpa died, it was the first time I realised.

J: Even if I heal their wounds, I can't bring a dead person back to life.

J: Even with Crazy Diamond.

J: So, that time

J: I was really scared. You don't know about it, but

J: Right in my hands

J: You were getting cold

J: I failed to save someone again and

J: You were gone and

J: I couldn't bear it

J: So that's why...

O: Josuke. Look at me.

O: Hey.

O: I'm here now, right?

J: But still...

O: But still what? I can look after myself!

O: Are you going to protect my whole existence?

O: I'm not that dependent on you!

[T/N: Ohhh boy, this panel's translation is super rough, but I think you get the gist.]

O: Is it... really so hard to have faith in me?

J: That's not what I meant!

{Grab}

O: Well... That's okay then, I guess.

O: I won't disappear in front of you. I promise.

J: Ok.

O: Uh-huh... You're surprisingly girly, huh?

J: Shut up! Unlike you, I've got feelings!

O: Hey, what!?

O: {Yawn} Anyway, I'm tired.

J: Yeah, me too. Wanna sleep?

O: Yeah, let's sleep.

O: Hey, hey. Can I have the bed?

J: Idiot. You get the futon.

O: Even though I'm the guest?

J: That's rich, coming from a guy who'll just sleep on other people's sofas.

Narration (J): Tonight,

Narration (J): I think I'm gonna sleep well.

#josuyasu #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #8x8=64 #pre-slash #when i look at this on desktop it has a read more #but when i look at it on mobile it doesn't #wtf tumblr

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yxunamei · 7 years ago

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My uninteresting life

Ok so. No one seems to take my SOS seriously, and I'm sending them not because I want attention, but because I know. I know that some people care about me. And I don't want to bother them with my problems, but at the same time, I feel like if I don't try to reach them for help, I might just do something I might regret. Or not if I do it correctly haha but knowing how clumsy I am, I might just fail at dying too.

Anywaaay. So. Story Time. I got lost in Vietnam, Gone Wrong.

Sorry

I started to battle against depression 10 years ago. I had never been a happy child, my parents were strict and my classmates liked to bully me because I had awesome grades back then. But the real reason is... that there was no reason. I always felt like nobody could love me, as in seriously, and still do. When someone shows affection to me, I cannot not think that they just pretend to like me, and when someone seems to have deeper feelings for me, I can't believe it. When someone says that they find me "beautiful", I can't say thank you. Because I don't think I am. And instead, I reply by playfully asking them if they are blind. Say ut with a bright smile and no one will question it.

That's how I do for everything. Smile and people will be fooled. Say you're ok and smile and people won't try to look further. It works great.

Back to the story, I would say that this lack of confidence + the bullies pretending to like me just to then say that I am too ugly for them + My first love story (ouaahaa ouaahaa yeaaah) being the most chaotic thing e v e r triggered what was always here with me, in a sense.

And now, today. It is getting worse. Since I started university actually. It had had reach some kind of sleepy mode when in high school, but then, I started to live alone, In uni. Don't get me wrong, I like living alone. And the first year everything was alright, I could go to every and each of my classes and clean my studio, run errands and everything. But then, second year. I started to feel more and more tired for nothing. and by the end of the year, I couldn't clean my studio as often as I used to or run errands as often as I used to.

It got even worse in third year, during which I started to get panic crises. I learned to manage them pretty quickly, but still got one during one of my classes one day. Thank you, brain haha

And then. Master year. I had had suicidal thoughts before, but just brushed it off, as I knew it was not a solution.

Or at least that's what I thought.

Today, I am finishing my master, or at least hopefully. And I want to die. I think about it seriously and this time my brain doesn't have any warning signs for me. It ran out of ideas on how to cope with it. Today I am really far from home and from my family and friends. I befriended some people here, but I'm just another one in their long list of acquaintances. I just want to die.

So if you read this and you have a solution, or tips on how to end my life correctly for a clumsy lady, then please, feel free to share it with me.

Thanks in advance,

That fake smiling girl who just wants to die.

#Depression #My life #Sos #I'm tired

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tatsupyon · 8 years ago

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Title: Sweet dreams Pairing: HidaEno Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares Word Count: 2425 Summary: Enomoto and Hidaka are both studying in college and they end up being roommates. Enomoto isn’t too pleased to have a popular straight guy as his roommate at first but soon Hidaka’s charm makes Enomoto to change his mind.

Special thanks to @heartlessfujoshi for helping me out with this one! This is firt fic I’ll ever post in tumblr and I was so nervous and wouldn’t be able to do this without your help ♥

First day at college. I’m sitting in back of classroom because I’m too shy to sit in front row. There were only few people besides me in the classroom. I take my notebook and pencils and then put my bag on floor next to my chair. Alas, I’m even more nervous than usual.

New school, new people, new life. New chances, full of possibilities. And of course, the possibility to fuck up everything again.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down a little and look the clock. Still ten minutes until class starts. I open the front camera on my phone to see how I look.

On screen appears an image of a slightly pale young man who has dark long hair in a ponytail. Olive eyes are framed by glasses. No disturbing pimples on the nose, food around mouth or anything else awkward. Good. It seems like I won’t make myself look like ass on first day. What a relief.

I put my phone away when I hear noises from the corridor. When I move my gaze to the classroom’s door I see a handsome tall guy enter the class. He’s surrounded by group of girls and they are all chattering happily together. Ah, of course a hot guy like him has got friends already. I couldn’t help myself, I was feeling a little envious. I hope that making friends could be that easy for me also, but it wasn’t. It never had been easy…

I turn my gaze away from that guy and his fangirls and focus on watching outside the window to get my thoughts elsewhere. Sigh. What did I think would happen? Being in college wouldn’t change anything. Popular kids would still be popular and nerds like me would never be popular, and even making friends would be a pain. I could only dream about having a chance to hang out with a guy like him.

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After classes I head back to our dorm where I had lived since yesterday evening. Last night I had been there all by myself because my roommate hasn’t moved in yet and now I’m nervous to see what kind of guy I have to share an apartment with. When I step inside, the hallway is full of boxes, and I can hear chattering from the room that is across a hall from my room. But the voice I hear is a woman’s voice? I had thought that there were same sex dorms at our college?

I was just about to knock on my roommate’s door to go introduce myself when that door suddenly opens and the handsome guy from my morning class steps out.

”Hello! You must be my roommate? I’m Hidaka Akira. Nice to meet ya!” he introduces himself energetically and shakes my hand.

“E-Enomoto Tatsuya. Nice to meet you too” I introduce myself and try to show him a pleasant smile as much as possible.

Shit. I don’t like this at all. Out of all people, of course he has to be my roommate. Popular boys make me feel uncomfortable. And somehow, I’m already sure that this guy will be a really annoying roommate.

I peek quickly into Hidaka’s room. Yup. There were two of those girls I had seen earlier today in class. That explained why I had heard a woman voice’s earlier. Ugh. Hopefully Hidaka won’t bring girls to our apartment every damn day. And most importantly; I hope they won’t spend the night here.

”I’ll call you Enomo then!” Hidaka says cheerfully, and pats me on my shoulder.

“The girls are helping me with moving, and we are having a couple of beers. Wanna join us?”

He looks like a happy puppy when he asks me that. It’s actually nice that he asked me to join them. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all? I look in the direction of girls, and the message they were sending to me with their glares was clear: go away. They didn’t need any more people to compete about Hidaka’s attention.

“Thank you ,but no thanks. I still haven’t unpacked even all of my own stuff” I replied with a polite tone and escaped into my own room as soon as possible.

So annoying. Just the type that annoys me the most. Popular and always surrounded by girls. The type of guy I love and hate the most. Straight and handsome.

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I was picking jalapenos off from my pizza while Hidaka was judging me with his gaze. Finally he says, with little offense in his voice, “C’mon mate! Don’t be so picky. For once I cooked for us and this is how you are, thanking me for my efforts?”

His comment makes me roll my eyes.

“First: It is not actually cooking that you order pizza for us. Second: I don’t like spicy food.” I defend myself, and continue removing jalapenos.

Hidaka made a deep sigh and I realize that I must have been little too harsh on him. He had tried his best after all and his intentions had been good so why I am being so bitchy to him?

“But thanks for ordering pizza for us. That was a nice surprise.” I said, and smiled to my roommate who returned a big smile.

It has been about a month since we started living together. Against my pessimistic expectations, Hidaka and I have had a fun time living together. Actually, we were getting along almost too well. During this past month I had developed a huge crush on him already. And the fact that Hidaka seemed to want spend time with me didn’t actually help the situation.

Hidaka had been the one who had suggested that we could eat dinner together every night. While we were eating, we usually told to each other how our day had been. It was nice. It gave both of us warm, homelike feelings, I guess. It also gave us a chance to get to know each other little better.

I was usually the one who was cooking (because to be fair: Hidaka is totally hopeless in the kitchen. I had forbid him cooking after I had suffered through two meals cooked by him) and Hidaka did his part by washing dishes. But tonight Hidaka had surprised me by ordering pizza for us. It’s actually really nice of him. He knew that I had a long evening class so he must have figured that I must be tired and little cranky after it and not in the mood for cooking.

“Next time I know not to order pizza with jalapenos on it for you. I didn’t know you don’t like spicy food. I still have lots to learn about you, mate.”

Yeah, for example you don’t know that little thing about me that I am gay. Oh and also that I’m interested in you.

“Well, now you know. And now I know you like spicy stuff so I can put extra chili on your dish from now on if you like.” I say, and take my first bite of my finally jalapeno-free pizza.

”Oh yeah I like hot and spicy. Both food and women.” Hidaka says, and winks his eye.

Sigh. Here he goes again. Talking about women was the most common topic we had while we were eating. Hidaka is always describing his ideal woman, and rating girls in our class and stuff like that. Thank god Hidaka is usually the one who talks so I had avoided all the awkward questions like “what kind of girls you like?” because the answer would be: not any kind of girl. I want to be fucked hard by a hot, tall hetero guy like you.

“By the way, what kind of girls you are into Enomo?”

Are you fucking kidding me? I was just celebrating that you hadn’t asked me that one. Ah, here we go. Time to lie to him and –

“Or… don’t be offended but… are guys more your thing?”

Huh?

Huuuhhh?

D-did he just…? Shit shit shit. He knows. Panic mode: ON!

I slowly lift my gaze to see how Hidaka’s face looks. I was sure he would be grossed out by the idea that he’s living with a gay guy and ---

Hidaka is smiling.

“You’re gay, right?” He asks, and there is no judgement in his voice at all, so I nod.

“Ok, cool.” Hidaka says, and continues eating his pizza.

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”Enomo…. Hey, Enomo!”

I’m startled awake from deep sleep by the sensation of someone touching my shoulder. I reach to grab my glasses from off the nightstand, and when I had my glasses on my gaze focuses on teary eyed Hidaka, who is standing beside my bed.

“Enomo, I had a terrible nightmare, and now I’m too scared to sleep alone!”

Is he a kid or something? Like really? He is almost an adult. I’m sure he can handle one nightmare and – I was just about to open my mouth to tell Hidaka to go back to his own room when my sleepy brain starts to finally work properly. Hidaka is in my room. In the middle of the night. Wearing only pajama pants. My gaze wanders around Hidaka’s naked torso for a few seconds before I pulled myself together again.

“Come here then.” I say, and tap the place next to me in bed.

Hidaka looks more than happy, and without any hesitation he rolls next to me in bed and under the same blanket.

My heart starts racing like crazy. He is so close to me. I can feel his skin against mine. My hand is shaking a little when I wrap it around Hidaka before I ask, “What kind of nightmare were you having?”

“I was surfing and then suddenly a shark attacked me. I tried to escape it by going to land but that shark was some kind of crazy mutant shark, and it had legs so it started to chase me! I ran as fast as I could, but it still was catching up so I decided to climb up a tree. There were coconuts in the tree and I started to throw those at the shark so I could knock it unconscious, but that fucker ate all coconuts!”

Yup. It is official now. Hidaka Akira is 100% idiot. But an adorable idiot. My idiot.

I give a small peck on Hidaka’s forehead and try to sound even little bit empathic and not to laugh when I say, “No need to fear mutant sharks anymore. I’ll protect you.”

Luckily, it’s so dark in my room that Hidaka can’t see how much I’m blushing to my own words. Damn. Hidaka might have had nightmare but I feel like I’m having the most wonderful dream at this moment. My crush is laying in my arms. I can be so close to him. Touch him.

Hidaka leans even closer to me, closing his eyes and murmurs, “Thanks, mate.”

No, thank you. And thank god. Thank you all possible forces in the world. Thank you for this amazing moment I am having right now.

Hidaka’s breath against my neck feels amazing. I also enjoy having taller guy curled against me far too much, his head resting against my shoulder.

I start to stroke Hidaka’s messy bed hair and I feel his breath starting to become calmer. It seems that he’d fallen asleep again in no time. I, on other hand, won’t be able to sleep at all anymore. I’m way too excited to sleep. I want to enjoy every second of this rare opportunity to have Hidaka in my bed.

Soon I lose track of time because I had been too focused on watching Hidaka’s sleeping face. I’m still stroking his hair slowly and enjoying his warm breath against my skin. Damn. This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. I have to do it - now or never! I pluck up all of my courage and then I press my lips softly against Hidaka’s lips.

After a short kiss I open my eyes and almost have a heart attack. Hidaka’s eyes are open. He isn’t asleep. Oh shit. Shit. I thought he was deep in sleep.

“…Did you just kiss me?” He asks, sounding really sleepy.

I can’t answer. I was too focused panicking inside my head.

Hidaka stands up, and I am sure that he is about to go back to his own room and not talk to me ever again. But instead of doing that, Hidaka soon leans closer to me again, pressing me softly against the mattress, and looks me in the eyes with smirk on his face.

“If you want to kiss me, at least do it properly.”

After saying that Hidaka kisses me. Properly. He sucks my lower lip softly and it makes me feel so good that I moan a little. When I open my mouth, I soon feel Hidaka’s tongue swirling around mine. I wrap my arms around Hidaka when our kiss starts to deepen. He sucks my tongue and bites my lower lip from time to time ,and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Finally our lips part. I pant heavily, and I’m pretty sure that my face is completely red. Nobody has ever kissed me like that. It felt so great. I wanted more.

I lean forward, and kiss Hidaka again. I hear a soft groan escaping from his lips, and it gives me even more courage. It seems like I’m not the only one who was enjoying of this situation. I could never dream that Hidaka would like to do stuff like this with me? I thought he was totally straight. Maybe he was just being bi-curious? Fuck, who cares. Enjoy the situation now and worry about things like that tomorrow.

We continue kissing each other for a while. My whole body feels hot, and the fact that Hidaka’s hands are touching me here and there doesn’t help the situation. This has to be a dream. Hidaka is holding me like I’m something precious to him. It feels too great.

After our passionate cuddling session, we finally try to sleep again. I feel like the happiest man on earth at this moment. Hidaka, the man I have a huge crush on, has his arms wrapped around me, and he is pressing soft kisses against my neck. Just when I’m about to fall asleep I heard his voice whispering, ”Sweet dreams cutie.”

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