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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | chapter iii

✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader (not poly)

genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love

Word count: 5.3k+

Warnings: some time skips (none too huge), oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, lots of introspection, tornado of emotions, morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of broken home/families, themes of abandonment, mention of love bombing, reoccurring nightmares, sleep paralysis, mentions of therapy, struggles of self-blame, regret, guilt, etc., mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, death (minor character), life-threatening accident (major character)

playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.

a/n: ANGST ANGST ANGST...don't say I never warned you hahaha. Anyway, once again, I had an amazing time writing this! (although nervous af 👉🏼 👈🏼) Just FYI, there are some time skips as this starts a few weeks after the gala! So to clarify, it’s now 3 months since oc’s divorce was officially finalized, as in done (the process itself took way longer). The chapter continues from there and yeah, the pace is picked up. Okay, let’s go! Enjoy! 🥰

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Fresh linen. Warm breeze. The smell and sound of the ocean.

You know this place too well, like a memory you hoped to have forgotten. Why are you here now? You glance around, taking in the familiar details—the blank ceiling above, the soft comforter that curls around your body like silk against your skin, and delicate rose petals scattered at the foot of the bed. It’s exactly as it was before — it feels exactly the same; too quiet, too peaceful, and too good to be true.

The sunlight streaming through the window is blinding, yet it draws you in with a force you can't resist. Carefully, you stand up, your feet meeting the cool wood floor, and you shiver. Each step you take towards the window feels heavier, like wading through water. When you reach the window, you see the sandy beach below, the waves beating rhythmically against the shore. It’s beautiful, but the painful kind.

To the left, a young couple, not much older than yourself, their hands tightly intertwined, as if afraid to let go. To the right, an older couple sitting further up the beach, comfortably silent as they take in the horizon, reminiscent of their many years together. You always dreamt of achieving the latter, yet here you stand, having neither, and the chances of ever obtaining it growing dimmer with each passing day.

For many, this was supposed to be a place of happiness, a symbol of love, promises, and new beginnings, but not for you. For you, it was a cocoon, trapping you in a deceptive comfort. You close your eyes, trying to steady your rapid breathing, yet it doesn’t prove to be of much help. Images from your past that you’ve tried blocking out of your mind time and time again suddenly resurface — the arguments, the tears, the feeling of everything and nothing at the same time.

“You’re up early,” His voice startles you, causing you to spin around in a panic. At that moment, your heart tightens in your chest, and a cold sweat forms on your brow. You thought you were alone. You’re certain of it. Yet the sight of your ex-husband standing only a few feet away, his hair still damp from his morning shower, is enough to leave you completely speechless.

"Why are you here?" you whisper, your voice trembling.

"Why are you here?" he counters, his dark eyes piercing into yours. "Isn't this what you wanted? To remember us, to remember how it felt to be together?”

What? This isn't making any sense. Why is he talking to you as if he were a ghost? Your eyes search frantically around the room until you spot it—the wedding band on his finger. No, not again. You hear yourself plead, but the words don't leave your lips. All at once, the room begins to feel smaller, the walls closing in on you. You're stuck in another manifestation of your past, this time reliving your honeymoon, three years ago in Greece.

"I didn't want this," you say, your voice barely audible. "I wanted to forget this."

"But you can't forget, can you?" he says, stepping closer. “You remember this view. You remember the floors and the walls. You remember that we had our first time together here and promised our devotion to each other."

“That’s not fair, Jungkook," you reply, taking a step back, "it's not fair at all, you left me. You don't get to patronize me like this."

“We both know our marriage came with stipulations, __. So when did I ever give you a reason to stay? Or to love me?”

You’re back in the bed, the sheets now suffocating rather than comforting. The sound of the ocean is louder, more insistent, drowning out your thoughts. You want to scream, to run, but you’re paralyzed by the fear, the guilt, the regret.

"This isn’t real,” you say to yourself, tears streaming down your face. “I’m dreaming, none of this is happening.”

“You can't escape what we had, or what we lost. We’ll always be here, together __, in this place,” he says softly, reaching out to touch your hand.

"No," you whisper, pulling your hand away. "I need to wake up. I need to let go...of you."

The room fades, his figure dissolving into the shadows. The sound of the ocean becomes a distant murmur as you fight to open your eyes. Wake up, please wake up. It's your own pleads chanting in your head. Finally, with a gasp, you awake, the nightmare diminishing like vapor.

“Fuck,” you curse, fingers gripping your sheets, “just another damn dream.” Rolling onto your back, you take a deep breath before reaching out for the glass of water on your nightstand. Its coolness soothes your dry throat. You reach for your phone next, checking the time—4:47 AM. Too early to start the day, too late to attempt falling back to sleep.

Your thumb hovers over Jimin’s name in your text threads. It would be 10 AM where he is. You consider sending a message, but you find yourself at a loss for words. Forget it, you lock your phone and rise from your bed, you’ll go for a walk instead. Yeah, it’s brisk outside, but the fresh air will help clear your mind.

After tossing on your warmest coat and scarf, you head outside, the sun beginning to break over the horizon. At first, you wander aimlessly, lost in thought as you pass the odd person or two on the sidewalk. One individual accidentally knocks into you, yet he's quick to apologize. You easily understand their rush; perhaps they've just finished the night shift and are eager to reach the comfort of home.

You imagine their loved ones who must be waiting for them. You could be wrong, and maybe you're biased, but the image you depict is a future you once envisioned for yourself—one of laughter, love, and a warm family. It’s a dream you secretly carried as a child, amidst your unstable upbringing. But as the years passed, what was once a lifelong aspiration felt more and more elusive, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. It seems, in the end, it was just a dream…nothing more.

Of course, you've achieved other goals instead, success in your career for one. It's what you wanted most the more you became an adult. Even before Jungkook came in the picture you were thriving. Yes, you needed investors to expand, but you had already made a strong name for yourself, hence the reason his company even reached out to you for a partnership in the first place.

The second, and more formidable goal you’ve achieved was saving your company. You built your business with an earnest heart, good morals, and an ambition to serve a community. You couldn’t let it all be washed out by a larger, greedier industry giant. You had to do something. Too bad your judgment was skewed the day you saw a similar ambition in Jungkook’s eyes; he was just as determined as you to save what was his.

For a while you got what you wanted, stability for your business. But you got too invested, too short-sighted to anticipate that one day, it would all feel hollow without someone proper to share it with. Alas, your prior hopes, the ones you thought were buried long ago, began returning to you as if they were an overwhelming tsunami.

You wanted warmth.

You wanted intimacy.

You wanted a home.

You sought companionship with Jungkook but no, you read the signs all wrong. Once you dropped the L word, his attentiveness towards you skyrocketed. He began calling you while you were apart, surprising you with little gifts, and setting more time aside so you could both take Bam to the dog park on free days. But then it all stopped. After months of showering you with attention, his efforts exhausted him, so he looked for the first exit out.

You remember getting the text one afternoon— When will you be home tonight? We need to talk about something. Selfishly, you hoped he was going to tell you that you could take that trip to Fiji together. You had been hinting at it for the last two weeks. Of course, you were wrong because the last time you checked, trip itineraries didn’t come with divorce papers. At that moment, you realized that Jungkook didn’t try to love you in the slightest, he tried loving at you; love bombing 101. Your ties are now completely severed.

Yesterday marked three months since your divorce was finalized. You didn’t cry like you thought you would, but you did meet with Melody that day. As your therapist, she offered you her empathy, validation, and perspective. You feel you’ve gotten better since you started meeting with her, finally beginning to heal. Yet the unsettling dream that haunted your sleep last night shows you there are many things still left to resolve, feelings you need to confront, but where to start?

You love your ex-husband, but why?

Can it even be called love?

And do you really need him to love you back?

While you can only offer fragments of an answer for the first two, you seem to have a better-formed answer for the last.

No, you don’t need Jungkook to love you. He’s proven to you time and time again that you are not the one he can bear his heart to. He’s always reiterating that he wants you to find someone else, someone more deserving of you, whatever that means. Likely, it’s all projection. Out of the two of you, he’s the one more likely to re-marry.

As for you, you’ll always love him, at least a semblance of it. After all, he was once a part of you. But what was once a part of you, doesn’t need to be anymore. You have to let him go...though you wish you didn't have to.

You continue walking straight until you find yourself drawn to a small park overlooking the city skyline. It's fairly empty, with only a few people nearby. As you settle onto a weathered bench, you take in the view before you. It stretches endlessly. Sunrises have always held a special place in your heart—the amber glow breaking through the abyss of darkness as if a beacon of hope.

"You'll get through this __," you reassure yourself, “one day at a time.”

“Happy six months, boss!”

A goofy, boxy smile graces the man’s lips as he leans against the doorframe of your office. You take in his appearance: crème-colored sweater paired with dark brown slacks, the fabric impeccably tailored to his tall, lean frame. His ebony hair is perfectly parted down the center and feathered out to either side of his face, giving him a soft, approachable look. The glasses are new though, round with a hint of gold. Though a minor accessory, they seem to tie the rest of the look together.

Classy, yet cozy, you hum silently, it suits him.

Everything about the way he’s dressed today complements his features—not that it could be any other way, as Taehyung could never not look good in something. You learned that the hard way when you opted against a gaudy shirt and pant set your stylists suggested he wear for a commercial. Taehyung, being a free spirit, decided to try it on for kicks, and yeah, it strangely worked. He ended up shooting the entire commercial with it on. That video’s gotten your business the highest engagement rate across all your media platforms to this day.

“Mr. Kim, does six months of working together really merit a celebratory drop-in?” You lean back in your desk chair, arms folded as you narrow your eyes at the man. You're taunting him, not that he minds.

“Please,__,” he starts, stepping further into the room, his presence effortlessly filling the space. “The only person that still calls me that is the intern who works on set with us. Makes me feel old, like I’m double my real age.”

“Well, you are older than both of us.”

Taehyung gives you the look, a mix of amusement and mild aggravation.

“Two years is hardly considered older, but if you’re done trying to prod me, I’d like to ask you a series of serious questions.”

“Okay, what?” You straighten your back, curious to know what he’s thinking.

“Red or white wine?” He waits for your response, eyes seemingly hopeful. You're unsure where he's going with this, so you delay your response, suspicious of the spontaneity of the inquiry.

“Red,” you respond, cautiously. Taehyung seems pleased.

“Strawberries or blueberries?”

“Strawberries, though I prefer cherries most."

“Science or literature?"

"Literature." You surprise him with this one. "I like books, vintage ones."

"Do a lot of reading in your spare time?" he asks.

"When I get some, yes."

"Me too. Tolstoy?"

"Occasionally," you answer. "Where are you going with this, Taehyung?"

He shrugs. "Just making conversation." He pauses before continuing, “I also happen to know a place that offers all those things plus private bookings. How about you and I go for dinner tonight, as colleagues? If you hate the wine, I’ll drink it for you.”

The weight of his request hits you like a ton of bricks. Apart from a handful of social events, you and Taehyung haven't exactly mingled outside of the office. His sudden invitation to go out for dinner takes you by surprise, especially considering the nature of your professional relationship. However, you can't deny the subtle shifts in his behavior, the way he's been checking in on you more often, especially since the Winter Gala. Weeks have passed since then, but, no doubt, the memory of that night still lingers in both your minds—the shaming from a bitter business competitor, the unwanted press shining a light on your divorce, and your ex-husband who so easily approached you like it was nothing.

Taehyung suggested for you to slip away through the back door with him, offering to drive you home himself rather than leaving you with your limo driver. But you declined, feeling embarrassed that he wasn't merely a witness to the night's events, but also made to be a spectacle himself. You never wanted him to feel like he had to pity you or coax you through your personal trials. Being a good colleague is one thing, but he didn't need to go above and beyond.

“I don’t know if I can join you tonight, I'm sorry. I have a lot to do,” you say, your voice wavering slightly. It's not far from the truth with the mountain of business reports and budget plans to look over. Though your business remains functioning, it's a lot to maintain, especially with the number of investors having withdrawn their support once news got out about your marital separation. It's unfortunate how much a person's situation and the things they've built can change on someone else's dime.

“You sure?" Taehyung tries again, careful not to sound pushy. "The place isn’t overly posh, but we could go elsewhere if you’d prefer."

“I’m sorry, Taehyung, maybe another time?” you say, fingers fidgeting with a few documents on your desk, a nervous habit you developed ages ago. “I-"

“I understand,” he says, his expression softening, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes before he masks it with a gentle smile. "I have a film shoot that might go late anyway. Speaking of which, I'm expected on set in about half an hour so I'm going to head out, but if you change your mind, you know how to reach me."

You nod, recalling having his contact in your phone. The two of you agreed it would be easier to coordinate meetings and schedules this way. "I will, thank you. Good luck with your filming."

As you watch him leave, a twinge of guilt tugs at your conscience. Perhaps you shouldn't have dismissed him so quickly, considering how insistent he seemed. It's as if he was genuinely looking forward to the affair.

No, you can't entertain it any further. You have no way of knowing how far the night might've led—it's best to leave Kim Taehyung alone.

When you declined Taehyung's invitation to get dinner, you didn’t expect it to result in not seeing or hearing from him for the next week and a half. As an endorser, he doesn't work at the office regularly, coming and going as needed and since you hadn’t had any promotional projects for him recently, his absence seemed normal at first.

But this was Kim Taehyung. The same Taehyung who loved making spontaneous visits to the company, especially towards the end of the week. He often came in once, twice, sometimes three times a week to talk with Namjoon, your secretary, in particular. Somehow, the pair had become friends, and since Namjoon’s desk was near yours, Taehyung would drop by whenever he saw your door open. So, not hearing from him for 11 days straight was strange, like he'd vanished.

It was now Friday evening, the clock pushing 5 pm. You consider texting him to make sure he's okay, but wouldn’t that be hypocritical? You had agreed with yourself to leave him alone. Maybe he was on vacation, perhaps at a vineyard, or had taken on another film project. Being a highly talented actor, Taehyung had no shortage of casting directors contacting him for their movies and TV shows.

Embarrassingly, you hadn’t actually seen any of his movies. You enjoyed a good rom-com now and then, like the ones Taehyung starred in, but you usually opted for something more mindless when you had the time to watch anything.

You can imagine the loyal following he has though, as Taehyung was the epitome of a "dream boat" with his natural good looks and expressive eyes. He must be good at kiss scenes, which must be especially difficult for anyone dating him. You know you'd have a hard time accepting it at least, the fact that your flawless actor boyfriend was off making out with equally beautiful co-stars on set, that is. Anyway, as your endorser, maybe you should try supporting his films a bit more. There had to be one that would catch your eye.

Curious, you open a new tab on your phone and search for him.

"Holy fuck," the curse leaves your lips the minute the search returns. Dozens of articles display on your phone screen at once, all covering South Korean actor Kim Taehyung's recent motorcycle accident. You checked the publishing date—six hours ago. “Taehyung’s in the hospital. He’s in the fucking hospital!”

Panicked, you leave your office to speak with your secretary.

“Ms. __,” Namjoon greets you immediately, a trace of hesitation in his tone upon seeing your frazzled state. “Is everything alright?”

“Joon,” you refer to him by his pet name, “Did you know that Taehyung’s in the hospital?”

“What?” He seems as shocked as you, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm.

“It happened this morning around eleven or something. It was a collision, a motorcycle accident. Oh god, he’s—he’s been taken to the ER,” you choke out the words, struggling to maintain your composure as you try recalling one of the articles you skimmed. “We have to go. I have to go right now.”

“I’m coming with you.” Namjoon leaps from his chair, grabbing his keys from his desk drawer. “I’ll drive.”

“No,” you stop him, “I don’t know how long this’ll be and you usually work until 5:30, so I don't want you to have to be stuck at the hospital with me. I want you to be able to call it an early night if you want. We'll take separate cars over.”

“Okay,” he nods. “I’ll meet you over there then?”

“Yeah.” You nod back, clutching your keys harder in your palm. “Yeah, sounds good.” You turn around to head for the nearest exit, but your secretary stops you mid-step.

“__,” he calls you by your name, having known you for the past decade permits him to do so. He softens his eyes when he sees the worry in your own clear as day. “He’s gonna be okay. We have to believe that. Please drive safe.”

“You too,” you say, then disappear from his sight.

When you arrive, it’s a madhouse. Sirens blare as ambulances rush into the hospital parking lot, doctors and nurses race from room to room, and fans—so many fans—crowd outside, all waving signs of comfort and support.

“I'm here to see Kim Taehyung,” you say urgently to the charge nurse. She recognizes you immediately and throws you a look of distaste, but you’re too focused on the emergency at hand to care. “I’m sure you know who I am, but I need to see him. We work together, we're colleagues.”

“Ms. __,” she replies, surprisingly calm and collected amidst her obvious dislike of you. “I’m afraid he’s currently receiving serious medical attention and won’t be able to have any visitors at the moment.”

“I’ll wait,” you blurt out the words faster than you anticipate. You feel like you're eating your words from earlier about leaving him alone, but this is different—his life is on the line. "I can wait for him.”

“Visiting hours are only until 8 pm. I really don’t think—”

“Please,” you interrupt, your voice stern and urgent. “He's part of my team. He's my...friend. I have to know if he’s okay.”

The nurse hesitates, her expression softening slightly as she sees the genuine concern in your eyes. “Alright,” she finally says, her tone firm but kinder. “You can wait in the family lounge, but I can’t promise you’ll be able to see him anytime soon."

“Thank you,” you say, relief flooding through you. She directs you to a quiet room down the hall, away from the commotion where you're better able to calm your racing thoughts. You find a seat in the far corner immediately and send a quick text to Namjoon, letting him know where you are.

As you wait, the minutes drag by painfully slow. You can’t stop replaying the articles in your mind from earlier, the words “motorcycle accident” echoing like a mantra. How did this even happen? How bad was his condition? How much strain is this going to put on his acting career? You wish you knew.

A handful of nurses enter the lounge occasionally, calling out names and providing updates, but none of them are Taehyung’s. You find your ears burning every time the door opens, heart racing, only to sink back into your seat when it’s not about him.

Finally, you catch sight of Namjoon, his face mirroring your concern. He spots you immediately and rushes over, taking a seat in the chair beside you. “Any news?” he asks, his voice low and urgent.

“Not yet,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “They said he’s receiving serious medical attention and don't know when we'll be able to see him. We have to leave by 8.”

Namjoon nods, his expression grim but unwavering “We’ll wait together.”

"If you need to leave sooner than—"

"I know," he interrupts. "I appreciate it, but please let me be here too."

You sit in silence from then on, exhaustion beginning to weigh heavy on both your shoulders. It's not until 7:35 when a doctor walks into the lounge, his tired eyes scan the room until they land on you and Namjoon.

“Are you here for Kim Taehyung?” he asks. "I'm Dr. Min."

You nod, your heart in your throat.

“He’s stable for now,” Dr. Min explains, “but he's still in critical condition. We’re doing everything we can.”

“Can we see him?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sighs. “Only for a few minutes. And you need to be prepared—he’s heavily sedated and has sustained significant injuries.”

“I understand,” you reply, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

Dr. Min leads you through a maze of hallways until you reach the ICU. As you enter Taehyung’s room, the sight of him hooked up to machines and covered in bandages nearly breaks you. You take a deep breath and step closer, Namjoon right next to you.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he remains motionless, his breathing steady and rhythmic. The severity of his injuries is evident in the way he lies.

“We're here, Taehyung,” Namjoon continues, noticing your slightly frozen state. “We’re both here for you. Please, fight through this. You and I, we're good pals, remember? Like brothers. You have to—"

Although the more collected one before, Namjoon begins to struggle with his words. You place a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Having known him for 10 years, you know that despite his strong exterior, he has one of the softest souls you know.

"I think I have to go, __. It'll be better if I see him when he's awake. I want to stay longer, but I just don't know if I can."

"I understand, we can't stay much longer anyway. Go home and get some rest. Dr. Min will call us when he's awake and able to talk."

After you give him a hug, Namjoon leaves the room, leaving you alone with Taehyung. You end up pulling up a chair beside his bed and slowly reach out to touch his hand. It's instinctive for you, the need to feel his heartbeat overpowering any other thought.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Taehyung," you start, your voice a mere murmur. "You'll push through this, right? Like in the movies you film. I confess I haven't seen any of them yet, but—but I will! That's how I found out about all this actually. We hadn't seen you for nearly two weeks, so I searched you up. Not in a weird way though, okay? Not like...anyway, I'm sorry I said no to you that day. When you asked to go for dinner, it threw me off. This whole thing with my ex-husband just has my mind in fifty million directions, so I promise it wasn't you. I hope you didn't think that."

"You've always seemed to show up for me, whether it's for the good of the company or even a little emotionally in some aspects. With the reputation I have these days, I'll always be grateful that you chose to work with me. You have a good heart, Taehyung, so much that I think if we ever got close, I think it might be unbearable for me," you pause, a couple of tears slipping down your face.

Just then, a creaking of the room's door momentarily pulls your attention away. Dr. Min stands a few feet away, clearing his throat—a gentle but firm signal that it's time for you to leave.

"I have to go soon, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay? Even if you're still asleep or not, I'll stop in and sit with you for a while because...because I need to be sure that you'll be alright. Namjoon will come see you too when he's ready. But I'll see you in the morning, alright Kim?"

You squeeze Taehyung's hand gently before heading out of the room, thanking the medical staff along the way.

When you get home, the first thing you do is head straight for the bathroom. Your whole body feels riddled with stress and exhaustion, and you know that the only thing that can offer even the slightest amount of solace is the warmth of water.

Yet not four minutes after immersing yourself in your tub does your phone ring, demanding your attention. Being this late into the evening, you figure it has to be Jimin.

But you're wrong.

When you reach to answer the call, it's actually an unrecognizable number that's flashing on the screen. You hesitate for a moment, debating whether to answer or let it go to voicemail.

"Hello?" you answer cautiously, curiosity getting the best of you.

There's a brief pause on the other end before his voice comes through, words slightly muddled. "Hey, it's me," he says, his tone soft. "I've been...I've been thinking about my life, you know? About everything.

"J-Jungkook?" Your heart sinks as you quickly decipher the owner of the voice, but then it hardens. It's obvious from the slurring of his words that he's been drinking. "Why on earth are you calling me? And at this godforsaken hour too."

"I told you...I've been thinking about my life."

"I'm hanging up."

"No, please, stay on the line for five minutes. Please, I have to tell you...what I've been thinking."

"You have three minutes," you sigh, ready for anything (except what he was about to spring on you).

"I wanted to save my company," he continues, his voice wavering slightly. "For my mom's sake, you know? My dad owned it and stuff but she was the one who was behind all the technology...and that's why I married you. You...reminded me of her."

Your breath catches in your throat as he reveals the truth behind his actions, the raw honesty of his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. You knew very little of Jungkook's mother, too, as he didn't speak of her often.

"And then...then there's the real reason I divorced you," he admits, his voice breaking slightly. "My parents had a terrible marriage, you know? My mom...she had to manage my dad's temper for years...he didn't love her at all. He just married her because she was smart and could make him rich. It made her so unhappy, but you know she loved him so much. She...she passed away when I was 16, and...and I didn't want that for you. I didn't want you to be trapped like she was, because I'm like my dad you know? My feelings are...weird... I never know what the hell I'm...feeling. I'm probably not making a lot of sense am I?"

"I'm trying to understand." You want to hang up here and now but every time he speaks, you cant bring yourself to do it. The pain in his voice cuts through you like a knife, and it's a side of him that you've rarely seen before.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry for being such a dumbass that day I got my stuff. That was like, six months ago and I still hate myself for it. I shouldn't have made an advance on you like that. I was...I was immature, and I wasn't thinking."

"After the gala," he continues, his words becoming more coherent as he speaks. "I...I felt even more guilty, you know? Because, I still have a photo of you and Bam on my dresser. It's small, but I've tried to put it away over and over and over again, but I can't do it. I don't know what's wrong with me...it's almost a year since we lived under the same goddam roof and I can still smell your perfume, I can still remember how you laugh with both your lips and your eyes...the way you scrunch you nose when—"

"What are you trying to say Jungkook?" You interrupt. "That you're sorry and can't get me out of your head, so you need my forgiveness to move on?"

"No! That's...that's not it at all. I mean, I do want your forgiveness but—"

"Well, what the fuck is it?" You hate how aggressive your voice is sounding, but the obscene amount of incoherent information he's revealing to you is overwhelming. "It's 10 freaking pm at night, I had a long day, I'm sleep deprived, and Taehyung's in the fucking hospital which is so distressing, so I'm sorry, but I can't handle any more of your cryptic messages!"

"I think I might love you," he finally says, his voice raising as well. "I know I'm...I'm being a dumbass, but I...I think I love you. I love you __, fuck!"

a/n: So....how are we feeling about Jungkook rn? Also, my darling Taehyung is taking one for the team here 😭 🤍 LMK what you think! Lastly, I understand the timeline of events is a bit tricky to follow, so if it helps I can put something in the series masterlist to help. Vote for jjk or kth!

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[sophrosynesworld]

The Night Shift (Pt. 2)

Part 1

Katsuki considers going home, listening to your demands, replaying the words that fell from your pretty mouth. He can still hear your voice in his head, insisting that he take care of himself, telling him to rest. But what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t make sure you got home safely first?

Strictly professional, he tells himself. After all, that nerd's always going on about the importance of maintaining good relationships with colleagues.

You push through the hospital doors, exhaustion etched into every line of your face as you drag your heavy book bag behind you. After a grueling 35-hour shift, half of which had been spent in the trauma unit, patching up victims from the explosions downtown, all you want is to leave this hellhole and collapse into bed.

Your eyes widen as they land on Katsuki, leaning against his motorcycle. The same white t-shirt from before clings to his body, you can't tell if it's new blood or old from this distance.

You drop your book bag with a loud thump, drawing Katsuki’s attention. He glances up, his eyes snapping forward. But you’re already moving, adrenaline kicking in as you rush toward him. Why else would he be outside the hospital at this hour unless something had gone wrong? Your hands glow faintly as they land on his chest, searching for the wound, but nothing happens—no familiar warmth, no soft illumination.

“What the hell are you doing?” Katsuki snaps, but he doesn’t move to push you away.

You stare up at him, hands still pressed against his chest. “I thought—are you okay? I thought you were hurt again.” Your voice is shaky, and though Katsuki’s face remains impassive, something softens in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he says, quieter this time. “Was just waiting for you. Someone’s gotta make sure you get home in one piece, right?”

You pull your hands back, fingers tingling from the lingering warmth of his skin. For a moment, you just stand there, letting the weight of his words sink in. Katsuki Bakugo, the country’s most controversial hero, waiting outside a hospital at an ungodly hour just to make sure you got home safe.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to,” you murmur, shoving your hands into the pockets of your scrubs to stop them from shaking. “I can handle myself, you know.”

Katsuki scoffs, though the sound is more amused than dismissive. “You sure of that, doc?” He pauses, glancing away. “…you look like you’re about to collapse.”

You try to muster a snarky reply, but you can’t deny the truth in his words. Your legs feel like lead, and the exhaustion is beginning to cloud your mind. “I’m just tired,” you admit, rubbing at your eyes. “Long shift.”

“I’ll do better next time.” Katsuki’s voice softens just a fraction. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride.”

“On that?” you question, though your protest is half-hearted. Katsuki just shoots you a look. “You do know deaths involving motorcycles have gone up 10% in the last three years.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, reaching behind the seat and pulling out a helmet. He stomps forward, stopping in front of you and raising his hand to gently tilt your chin up. His fingers are soft and deliberate as he pops the helmet over your head, securing the buckle underneath. “That’s why I got this. You don’t trust me?”

“Every time I’ve seen you in person, you’ve been on the brink of death. I’m not sure that’s a question you want to know, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Call me Katsuki… please.”

You smile, repeating his name, savoring the way it tastes sweet as it rolls off your tongue.

“Get on.” Katsuki swings a leg over the bike, patting the spot behind him as if you’d been riding together forever.

You hesitate for a split second, but exhaustion wins over pride. You climb onto the bike behind him, feeling the solid warmth of his back against your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. It feels strange, this closeness—strange, but not unwelcome.

“Hold on tight,” he says, his voice low and rough, but there’s an unspoken gentleness in his tone that makes you squeeze a little tighter. The engine roars to life beneath you, and without another word, Katsuki speeds off into the early morning, the sunrise blurring through the tall buildings as you ride through the city.

The wind whips past, cool against your face, and for the first time in hours, you feel the tension begin to slip away. You lean your head against Katsuki’s shoulder, allowing yourself this small moment of peace.

Katsuki slows as he approaches your apartment, pulling to a stop in front of the familiar building. He cuts the engine, the sudden stillness almost jarring. You don’t move, still clinging to the warmth of his back, reluctant to let go.

“You’re home,” he says, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. You finally loosen your grip, sliding off the bike with heavy legs.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“Every time,” he replies, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. And as you turn to go, Katsuki stays where he is, watching you until you’re safely inside.

Next Part:

[hisui-dreamer]

Okay so we've got headcanons with the twst vices tickling their S/O, now we need the reverse. How do these boys react to getting tickled?

pay attention!

Characters: Vice-dorm Leaders (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Ortho, Rook, Lilia)

Synopsis: When your lover isn't paying attention to you, what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, crack(?)

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: wooo the long awaited tickling headcanons!! sorry it took me so long to finish the series hehe, hope you enjoy it!!

Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

ticklish rating: 3/10

there's a new dessert Trey has been experimenting with lately, but it hasn't been easy

so recently, he's always got his nose stuck in a recipe book when you're with him

this means less cuddles and affection, which upset you a bit

as he hums in response to your questions and conversation attempts, you start to understand why he was upset the other day

but also, isn't this a perfect time for revenge?

you quietly approach him, trying to stifle your laughter, but really with how focused he was, he probably wouldn't have heard it

your fingers dance over his sides and under his arms, wriggling about to find his weak spots

but instead of laughing, he jumps and shrieks at your attack

"Huh? Woah there! What was that for, sweetcakes?"

you continue trying to find a ticklish spot but his face remains confused, smiling wryly at your antics

oh dear, it turns out he's not ticklish at all???

the recipe book is long forgotten at this point, but now you just want to get a reaction out of him

so begins you trying to tickle all spots that you can think of, while he sits still and watches as you experiment around

you try drawing gentle circles with your finger onto his palm

he lets out a laugh at your soft caresses

!!! HE HAS SENSITIVE HANDS!!!

Trey's eyes widen in surprise as your fingers flutter gently on his palm. His initial confusion is quickly replaced with a soft chuckle and a look of wonder. "Okay, wait, that felt slightly ticklish," he admits.

But he immediately regrets admitting that to you, because the next second you're doubling your efforts to make him laugh. He tries to fend off your tickles, but you're determined to gain his attention.

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasps between laughs. "I guess I deserved that. You got my attention, all right." He sighs in relief when your fingers pull back, "Now then, will it be better if we study the book together?"

ticklish rating: 9/10

you can't really blame Ruggie for always being busy and not having enough time for you

he's consistently on the move, managing errands and making the most out of every opportunity

but on some days he's just so busy that you can only see glimpses of him or he's just that focused that he can't even see you

unfortunately, today is one of those days

ruggie has zipped past you no less than three times, each time running a different errand, buying Leona lunch, picking dandelions, among other tasks

so by the next time you see him, you've already formulated a plan to get his attention

he's in his PE uniform this time, and once you manage to grab onto his shirt to stop him, you reach out and start tickling him, just like he did to you the other day

Ruggie yelps in surprise and laughter "Wha- It's you- Wait- Shyahahaha! What the-?"

he tries to squirm away but can't help but laugh, especially as you start tickling his ears

his tough exterior melts away into the infectious hyena laughter that you love

thank goodness you attacked him in a secluded area, his pride would've been so hurt otherwise

Ruggie erupts in a burst of laughter, losing his grip on the stack of books he's lugging. His ears perk up, and his tail thrashes excitedly as he attempts to evade your tickling fingers.

He turns to face you with wide grey eyes, a mix of confusion, shock, and amusement on his face. "Hey, what's the big idea?" he grumbles, though there's a playful glint in his eyes that can't be denied.

"Oh jeez, I didn't realise I was that busy..." he mutters with a tinge of guilt. "Alright, meet me in Savanaclaw at 5! I promise I'll make it up to ya!" He says determined. He places a quick peck on your lips, before running off to another task once again.

ticklish rating: 2/10

it's another hectic day in octavinelle, azul has big plans to boost sales through some new marketing tactic

and this of course means that Jade has become incredibly busy with these plans

normally you would greatly enjoy watching your beloved in his business mode, with polite smiles as he greeted customers, effortless smooth gestures as he glided across the room which would melt into genuine, loving glances when he turned to you

but this time, you really did need to talk to him about your new terrarium and how it looked more and more dead by day

but each time, before the question could even escape your lips, another errand in need of the vice-housewarden's help magically appears

so you took the chance to tackle him when he went into the supply closet (knowing he would not appreciate being dishevelled in public), fingers wriggling around his sides to try to make the fearsome eel crumble in laughter

but instead, he's completely silent, just his pair of mismatched eyes wide open, curiously focused on you

a wry smile forms on his face as he says teasingly, "My, I regret to inform you my pearl, but moray eels are immune to tickling,"

you freeze at his words. uh oh

Before you can even react, he swiftly sweeps you off your feet and carries you toward the VIP room. "Oh dear, I've been a terrible lover, haven't I? It appears I'll have to neglect my responsibilities for a bit..." he sighs, his brows knitted with concern. He continues in a hushed tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Though I admit I would prefer to remain by your side as well,"

"Hm...?" He hums, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as you nuzzle into his neck, concealing your face. "Are my kisses ticklish, perhaps?" He pauses, then continues with a teasing tone, "Well, I suppose it's only fair, considering my dearest pearl has initiated an attack as well."

"By all means, I'd like to see you find my ticklish spots. Though you must be prepared, love, there is no deed I would not return," he grins mischievously, thoroughly enjoying how flustered you are.

ticklish rating: 9/10

it's not surprising your lover doesn't always have time for you

ever the dutiful servant, Jamil works every second of his life to serve kalim in every sense of life

it's something you'd long accepted since being in a relationship with him, but you can't deny you find yourself feeling lonely when he prepares feast after feast for scarabia

plus you know he likes it when you're selfish and want to monopolise his attention

you find your beloved standing by a large pot of stew on the stove, unfazed by your presence

you try calling out to him, but he's completely unresponsive Jamil are you okay

you tickle his sides for a bit, trying to gauge a reaction, but he instantly jumps and squeals "AHHHH! WHA-"

whoops turns out he's really ticklish

he relaxes when he sees it's you, and automatically starts leaning onto you, the fatigue weighing his body down

maybe you shouldn't tickle him too much for now

"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately, I just want to make everything perfect for Scarabia," he murmurs, a faint smile gracing his lips as he nuzzles into your embrace. "But I'm so grateful you're here. I missed you too."

"Really? Are you sure you don't mind helping out?" He looks up at you with those warm, expressive eyes, his gratitude evident. "Thanks... I really appreciate it,"

His hands find yours, clasping them gently. He leans his forehead against yours as he whispers, "I promise. I'll make more time for us, I swear."

ticklish rating: ???

Rook can always find beauty in everything and anything, so it's not unusual for him to be distracted

though you sometimes do wish you were the only one he would have his eyes on

but you wouldn't change him for the world, because his delight in even simple details is so infectious you can't help but want to stay by his side and listen to him rant on and on

still, that doesn't stop you from getting jealous of the person at the centre of his attention, mainly from magazines about a certain actor in RSA

so you decided to get his attention by tickling him, because maybe it could surprise your ever-careful hunter?

your fingers lightly danced along his sides, staring as his watchful eyes directed their gaze towards you

"Trickster! Oh dear, I'm quite ticklish!"

...so he says, but he's hardly flinching away from your touch at all

you try shifting your hands to other sensitive areas, but his lips simply curl into an affectionate smile, and he gently clasps your hands

you're not sure if he's lying or not, but you definitely have his attention now

"Oh là là! How daring of you, Trickster! To sneak up on a hunter like myself... Beauté! Your boldness is very attractive!" Rook exclaims, his eyes twinkling teasingly.

"Mon cœur, you always find the most charming ways to capture my attention," Rook says, his voice filled with tenderness. "But if it's my attention you seek, you have it, my darling, always."

"Now, is there something you would like to do in the moment?" he asks, gently planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Personally, I wouldn't mind losing myself in your eyes..."

ticklish rating: 0-7/10

it started off really simple, Ortho was just busy researching new strats for idia to try in a newly released game

but the game was open-world, so there was a lot of information to sift through

so in a light-hearted attempt to get his attention, you tried tickling him

only you forgot he's not ticklish at all

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are tickling me? I'm not ticklish at all," he asks, tilting his head in confusion

you laugh as you explain it's just a fun thing friends do, but you've only made him more interested

he goes back to idia that night, asking him about friends and tickling

sure, big bro's not the best person to ask when it's about friendships, but he tries his best with his anime knowledge

and so ortho now wants a tickle response system so he can simulate being like real friends! and who is idia to deny him

the next day, ortho runs up to you excitedly

"Prefect! Go ahead, tickle me!" Ortho's voice rings out with excitement, his eyes shimmering like a pair of bright stars in the night sky.

Confused, you hesitantly reach out to tickle his sides like you did the day before. He instantly erupts in laughter, "Ahahaha! I'm ticklish now! It's a success!"

"How is it? Doesn't this make me more like a real boy now? We can have tickle flights now!" he exclaims. "My brother is so amazing!"

ticklish rating: 2/10

as much as you loved Lilia, you physically could not love his cooking

though that sentiment could be shared by many, even silver and sebek

so it's not uncommon for you to be called in to distract Lilia from whatever dish he has set his mind on mutilating

whatever distraction you come up with, it must be surprising and fun, he's notorious for brushing aside feeble attempts, determined to perfect his culinary concoctions

so, why not try tickling him?

this time, he's trying to remake a lemon tart he had sampled many years ago in his travels

though you're not sure what's compelling him to add pepper to the lemon curd (to give it more flavour he says...)

but as usual, the recipes aren’t nearly nutritious enough!

as he's scavenging around for 'nutritious ingredients' to add to the mix, you sneak close to him and start your attack, wriggling your fingers at his neck

"Ahaha! My dear, what's the matter?" He laughs gently, turning around to face you

but before you can even react, he's got both you hands pinned above your head, a devilish grin on his face

"Playing such tricks on an old man like me? You youngsters always trying to keep me on my toes, I see." he hums thoughtfully. "Though I suppose this means it's only fair if I return the favour, khehehe..."

His hands dance around your sensitive areas, his eyes keen on your reactions. With a wry, knowing grin, he asks, "Oh? It seems you're quite ticklish here?" A mischievous twinkle dances in his eyes. "Don't complain now, you're the one who tried to attack this poor defenseless fae."

By the time he pulls back, you're gasping for breath. "Now then," he inquired with a soft voice, "what prompted this sudden onslaught, dearest?" His fingers, tender as they grazed your hair, emitted a comforting warmth. "If you wanted my attention, I would have gladly given it to you."

Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

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[storiesabouteli]

Eli's gurl // Elijah Hewson X SingleMom!Reader (Fluff)

prompt: Violet had a minor accident, and Eli is there to calm her down, even though he's dead worried for her.

words: 1,8K

a/n: It's a strange trope, I admit, but I love writing kids, and I'm stressed, so this will happen again. Plus, Eli would be deffo super protective dad of a lil girl. (Yep, I'm running out of inspo too).

Your hands were cold, and you remembered your mother, your mind quickly recalling the need for bandages when you got hurt as a child. You hated that—when something bad happened and adrenaline only made it feel worse. But this time, something felt serious than usual. When Elijah called, you were just about to wrap up a meeting. His voice was shaky, and you could picture his nervous fingers ruffling his hair. This naturally made you uneasy. As you asked questions, he seemed to grow even more unsettled. Finally, it was clear that you’d need to pick them up from the hospital.

A tight knot formed in your throat, tension heavy in the air. The search for a parking spot felt endless, and parallel parking turned into one of the worst experiences of your life. Feeling how stiff your body had become, you leaned back in the seat, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. Gradually, your mind slowed as you thought of how Eli always knew how to calm her, whether she was in pain, nervous, or sleepy. She would hold his index finger in her small hand and rest her freckled face against his chest, seeking comfort. He had a way of making her feel heard and special, and you found yourself loving him even more each time you saw these moments. This brief thought offered some relief; after all, you trusted him.

Violet wasn’t biologically his, yet Eli treated her as if she were. It took you a while to introduce her to him, something he always understood, knowing how important it was for you. You’d been alone with her for quite some time, and although you’d tried dating a few times, there was a mental gap between your post-Vee body changes and the emotional and physical baggage that came with having her by your side. You didn’t regret it, but it was true—you couldn’t hold onto someone when your responsibilities were the very ones people your age often avoided. Not that they shouldn’t, of course; you understood that choice well. But you did start to think about opening up to someone again. You wanted to try, to feel the thrill of having someone who truly wanted you. When Eli came along, you were cautious, though you liked him right from the start. A long conversation unfolded at a show you’d attended without much expectation, and initially, you avoided the topic, wanting to enjoy his attention. But as your time together grew, you eventually told him about Violet, and he didn’t pull away.

The scene before you was all too familiar: Vee, with a pouting face, clung tightly to Eli’s shirt, while his warm, caramel eyes showed his worry. The room, painted in soft shades of blue, had small animal drawings on the walls, and the table held sterilized thick needles and thread. Elijah appeared even more tense than Violet.

"Look at me, it’s okay, little one," he whispered gently, holding her close and doing his best to comfort her. His eyes were red and misted over as they met her pained gaze, tears welling up in response to hers.

She intertwined her fingers in his shirt tighter and closed her eyes; his voice remained soft, just like the hand resting tenderly on her shoulder. “You’re very brave,” he murmured with a comforting accent. That brought a faint smile to your face. As the doctor stepped back, Vee noticed you standing there. “Mommy?!” Eli looked at you, visibly more at ease, and you nodded at him before going over to kiss your little one. Her eyes were small and tired, and you let her curl up in your arms. “How are you feeling?” you asked. She rested her cheek against your shoulder, carefully avoiding touching the bandage, and nodded. “Good. I cried a lot, but El was right—it didn’t hurt that much, and I feel better now that it’s over,” she said in small pauses, choosing her words just like Eli did, which you found so endearing. He usually laughed at this, but this time, concern overshadowed his usual smile.

“I want to go home, please?” Vee whimpered. As soon as she asked, you looked over at Eli, and he nodded, suggesting you go ahead to the car while he picked up the medications she’d need. His brief words and downcast eyes hinted at a sense of guilt, so you agreed to wait for him. You hated the thought that he might see her as his responsibility.

You stood beside her, gently holding her chair and placing your jacket behind her head to keep it steady. “Want me to drive, love?” You rubbed his shoulders, and though distracted, he turned to catch a kiss from you. “She’s okay,” you said when he confirmed he was fine with you driving. He let out a heavy sigh, as if about to say, “But what if…” in protest, but he held back.

The drive home was quick, and now and then, he glanced at the two of you in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t deny that seeing your gentle smile made him feel more at ease. Once you were inside, with Vee resting in his arms, he finally let out what had been weighing on him. “I let her fall off the playset,” he admitted, looking down at her with a mixture of guilt and sadness pressing in his chest. “I was watching, you know? Thought it’d be good to give her some independence but stayed close. I tried to catch her before she fell, but… it just didn’t work.”

You listened carefully, sensing the tension in his voice. He placed her on the bed, gently untangling her fingers from his shirt. “We won’t be able to protect her forever, El. It’s important she learns that too,” you said, arranging blankets around the bed to keep her safe while she rested. She lay there peacefully, her hair tousled, the haircut a try of her attempt to look more like Eli. He was certain that you were the voice of reason. Her eyes were a bit swollen from crying, and you smiled to yourself, feeling a mix of tenderness and quiet pride. Eli was a solid figure in her life.

"I’m afraid she might think I won’t be able to help her when she needs it, that she won’t trust me. I don’t like the feeling of not having stopped something bad from happening to her," he said in a low breath, his eyes distant and not meeting yours, and you felt the knot in your throat.

"Don’t say that," you disagreed, walking over to him, standing on your tiptoes as you used your fingers to wipe away his tears. "Do you realize that your concern about this makes you the best person she could have?" His shoulders softened, his eyes gaining a bit of light, still searching for the right words.

"Are you mad or upset?" The tip of his nose touched yours, his hair tickling you. He was a fool, worrying too much.

"Of course not, if I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be near my daughter, especially alone." He laughed, allowing you to hug him. Still, she felt the need to add, "She’s not your responsibility, and yet you treat her so well." You said that sometimes, and Eli found himself wondering how people judged you for it, and it hurt a little to see how much it weighed on you, no matter what he said. But he was still there, you’d have to get used to it.

He kissed your forehead, happy with how your face nestled into his chest, the pleasant scent finally allowing him to breathe without a heavy heart. "She’s a sweetheart, so much like you. I love her. I enjoy being with her." That relaxed you, even though you had heard it before, something broken inside you still made it feel like the first time. Eli would repeat it as many times as needed.

"I don’t like seeing her hurt or knowing she’s scared, but it’s not like I think it’s your fault, I know it wasn’t. Kids are unpredictable, and she trusts you so much that won’t change now. In that room, she was so focused on you, on your voice and your calmness—which I know you were acting—making her know everything would be fine." He hadn’t thought about it that way, but he realized it was true.

He was afraid that Vee might be upset with him in some way, but everything, as you said, pointed to the fact that she wasn't. "But you can talk to her tomorrow, what do you think? You can tell her how you feel, and let her know she can count on you when she needs you, because you'll always be there for her, uh?" He nodded, it seemed like a good idea. It was funny to think that all he needed was to talk to you, for his mind to calm down and for things to make sense. It was like that in many areas of his life.

His nose brushed against your neck, and he kissed the spot, followed by your face. You hugged him tighter. "I love you – so much." He sighed, and you could feel that he was less worried. "I love you too." His lips touched yours, and he lightly laughed at the salty taste.

"Do you want to eat something? What did you have for lunch?" You tried to break the melancholic mood. "I didn’t really have lunch, though I made Vee eat while we were waiting at the hospital, and she made me eat some of the sandwiches I made for her." He saw you bite your lip, and there was a silent understanding between you, which made him not have to mention how much Vee was like you. Besides, it only confirmed what you had already said; he was good for her.

"Alright, we’ll eat now, before you go crazy without nutrients in your body." His laugh was casual, and it felt good to see him well.

The next morning, still groggy, trying to avoid getting up, you heard Violet’s voice speaking softly to him. When you opened your eyes, you saw them both by your side, her little hands on Eli’s cheeks, counting his freckles with her fingertips, gently feeling his beard as he held back a smile.

"It’s okay, I insisted on going down the slide by myself, but you were still there with me." She rested her face on his chest, and he kissed her head multiple times. She stretched her hand toward you when she saw you waking up, holding yours. "Good morning, mommy." Seeing her happy made you happy too.

It was so good to have them both. The bandage this time was pink, and you cursed yourself a little for missing Eli’s interaction with her while he treated her wound. She jumped into your arms, hugging you tightly, and he looked at you with shining eyes and a gentle expression that said, "You were right, and I was way too worried for no reason."

[beardedjoel]

closer | part four

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: you go to joel’s house, unsure of what to expect when you finally confess how much you want him, and what follows doesn’t disappoint in the least. 7.4k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), porn with some plot, soft!dom joel, fingering, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names for reader

a/n: if you held out to this chapter to get to the good stuff bless you !!! *saluting emoji*

Joel had spent the rest of his evening sobering up, now left with just his thoughts about what an absolute mind fuck that moment in the hallway with you had been, and the ensuing argument with Tommy. His brother really got under his skin with all the shit he said, but Joel also hated that he was right about most of it. He sighs, leaning back on the couch and trying to equally distract himself with the TV and at the same time, sort out his thoughts. A sudden knock at the door takes him by surprise, but the shock only increases when you’re the one standing on the other side of it, looking beautiful and enticing in your summery outfit, standing with your hands wrung nervously in front of you. Yeah, I’m fucked, Joel instantly thought to himself.

“Hi,” you squeak out, giving Joel a timid smile. 

“Hi,” Joel says, giving you another one of his boyish grins. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Joel asks, leaning on the doorframe. He can’t believe he’s the one feeling slightly awkward at seeing you now, worried that he possibly overstepped with you again earlier.

“My mom… wanted me to bring you - oh, shit!” You realize, looking down at your empty hands. “The cookies,” you say, biting your lip. “There were cookies, but I forgot them.” You can’t believe in your rush to see Joel, you’d left them sitting on your counter.

Joel laughs, noticing the tenseness he was feeling loosen up, and seeing your teeth bite those perfect, inviting lips he’s unable to let you leave for even a minute to retrieve these cookies for him. “S’alright, why don’t you come on in,” he says, low and rumbling, his eyes quickly giving you a once over. Your heart jumps in your chest and you nod. 

“Okay,” you say, already breathless from the nerves of what you’re about to do. You step inside, slip off your sandals, and walk towards the middle of the room. Now that you’re actually getting a good look at it, his house is pretty much what you’d imagine - quaint, put together, and it feels cozy and lived in. Dark gray couches and chairs, wood coffee tables and features, and a large television make up the living room you’ve now stepped into. It’s tasteful, but definitely decorated by a man, having an overall, undeniably masculine feel to it. You realize you’re just silently taking in and judging his home, and feel self conscious at the way he’s looking at you expectantly.

“You have a really nice home,” you mumble, half looking down at your feet. “S-sorry about the cookies.”

“I don’t care about those cookies, if I’m honest,” he says, his head cocked to the side as he steps a little closer to you. His voice is getting lower, and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You think it might just be loud enough for him to hear as he draws nearer to you. “I’m sorry about earlier, darlin”, I had a little too much and was eager to see you again and see what you were thinkin’. Shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, though,” he apologizes, his eyes a bit softer and wider than usual as he looks down at you. 

“Oh…” you breathe, unsure what to do next, avoiding his eyes as you inspect the ground. “That’s okay, Joel. That’s actually kind of most of the reason why I came here,” you admit to him. 

“Didn’t just come over to deliver some cookies, then?” Joel is now right in front of you, and he gently puts his fingers on your chin, tilting it upwards to meet his eye line. You almost shrink back out of nerves, but melt when you catch a glimpse of his dark eyes boring into you, two pools of desire staring right back at you. 

“N-no, I didn’t,” you say, bravely not breaking eye contact. 

“Didn’t think so,” he says, “Why don’t you tell me what you’re really here for.”

“I just… I needed to say that the other day, it was okay. More than okay. I wanted to do that, and to keep doing that with you. I was just nervous, it didn’t mean I didn’t want it. You make me nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, girl,” he says sweetly, looking at you with soft eyes, but he can see his words have had no helpful effect on you. “I really make you that nervous, huh?”

“You do, more than you could know.” you admit, breathing out a long breath, wanting to steady yourself before your next words. “You told me to say what I want. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, been wanting to… kiss you like that. I- I’ve been wanting you and… watching you since I got here.” Once the words are out of your mouth, you can’t believe you’ve admitted it to him, but it feels good, so good. It’s out in the universe now, up to Joel to reciprocate or not.

“Oh, baby,” he tuts, almost condescendingly, but it turns you on, his gaze hardening with desire at the confirmation of your feelings towards him. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you eat me up with your eyes? Always lookin’ at me when you think I can’t see it,” he says with a little head shake, and his voice has gone deeper with suggestion. You gasp a little, looking up at him with a shocked expression. He simply smirks, knowing he has you all figured out. 

“Bet you’ve been thinkin’ about me, haven’t you? What you’d do if you could get me alone like this? If I wanted you too?” he continues, and your knees feel like jelly. 

“I do, every day,” you manage to squeak out, nodding in response. You can’t believe he’s seen right through you, and this entire time you had thought he wasn’t paying any attention to you. He lifts a hand up again, holding a forefinger and thumb on your chin now. You feel your whole body shudder at the touch, and Joel’s smirk grows as he notices the effect he’s having on you. You stare back eagerly, awaiting whatever he has to say next.

“You sure this is what you want, darlin’? Be honest now,” he says. 

“Yes, so badly… please,” you whisper, feeling desperate now that it’s so close within your reach. 

“Just what I wanted to hear,” Joel responds simply, his eyes going a shade darker. You can barely breathe as his hand slides to cup your cheek, and in one fluid motion he’s leaning down closer to you, his lips brushing against yours. You flutter your eyelids shut and lean into the kiss, putting a little more pressure into it, until Joel pulls away slightly. 

“Shy little thing you are,” he hums, and the rumble of his voice so close to you sends another shiver up your spine. “S’okay, I don’t mind, we can take our time,” he says gently, stroking your cheek again. You want to prove him wrong, you want to unleash yourself and give in completely to it, so you lean forward again, tilting your head up and deciding to fully commit to it. You won’t mess it up this time, you think with determination.

You grab the back of his neck, feeling his thick, gorgeous hair under your hand and press your lips back into his hard, immediately deepening the kiss. Your lips part enough for his tongue to slide in and you groan a little at how incredible it feels, like a dream. He tastes slightly of beer, and you take it all in, the wetness of his mouth on yours, and delicate slide of your tongue against his now. You are quickly losing control, grasping harder at his neck, your nails scratching along the skin as your mouths and tongues come together again and again. Joel groans, one of his hands sliding up onto your shirt and squeezing your breast. He makes a satisfied grunt when he feels you have no bra on, thumbing your nipple through the fabric. You moan into his mouth at the sensation, hips automatically arching towards him as he pinches and flicks at it, the buds now hard and aching for him. Your core is burning hot, already tingling and turning with desire, desperate for him to touch you more. You practically gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips, pulls his mouth off of yours, and spins you around, pulling your back and ass flush against his front. He holds you tightly against him by putting his arms around your hips, his head nestling in the crook of your neck. You look down at his strong, tanned arms holding you and feel your knees go weak again - this feels better than you could have imagined.

“Bet you thought I didn’t notice how you got all dressed up in your little bikini just for me the other day did you? Or the way you walk around with that perfect body making me go crazy, smiling like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he purrs, and you are writhing under his grasp, your pussy beginning to ache and pulse at his words.

“Y-yes, it's all for you. I just wanted -“ you trail off, feeling embarrassed. 

“Wanted what?” he commands, his grip on your hips tightening.

“For you to notice me,” you blurt out. 

“Done much more than notice you, you sweet thing. You’re makin’ me wild, you know that? Wantin’ you day and night? Knowin’ I shouldn’t...”

“R-really?” you ask, even though the answer seems obvious at this point. You’re simply having a hard time believing this isn’t some fever dream right now. “Why s-shouldn’t you?” you say, your body trembling slightly at the way his hands are now roaming over the front of your body, teasing you.

“Isn’t it obvious, baby?” he rumbles, placing a kiss on your neck. “You ever been with a man like me? Someone older?” he asks quietly, his voice hushed and breath hot against your ear. 

You shake your head, then say a soft, quiet “no” in response. He makes a small, pleased hum at your answer. 

“J-just a few people, here and there. Nothing really,” you reply breathlessly, thinking of the few drunken hookups or shorter-lived relationships you’d experienced during college. None of them felt like this - they hadn’t known what they were doing with you, hadn't been able to drive you wild like Joel already was able to. “No one like you,” you add quickly, hoping he’ll like to hear it.

“Good,” he purrs, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls you even closer to him, your ass now pressing even harder against his crotch, feeling how hard he already is. “I like bein’ the only one,” he says, and the possessiveness of his words sends another wave of desire through you. You grind your hips back into him slightly, rubbing on his cock, to show him how you felt about what he said. 

“Oh, you like that then, baby? You like when I’m a little jealous?”

“N-nothing to be jealous of,” you barely breathe out, trying to tilt your head in the direction of his, your lips looking to find his again.

“That’s right,” he says, his hand on the waistband of your shorts now, the tips of his fingers threatening to dip below and explore. “Cause this is all mine,” he continues, his fingers going slightly lower but not anywhere close to where you’re throbbing for him. You breathe heavily, and a small whine comes out of you involuntarily when he slides his hand down, his fingers brushing along the outside of your pussy. He’s gentle, yet to explore further, just stroking your lips, teasing a bit of a finger further in periodically. You melt into him, your head lolling back onto his chest. He tilts his head down and kisses your neck, the scratch of his beard adding wholly to the feel and experience of it. It sends a shudder through your entire body when Joel suddenly sucks lightly on the skin there, his breath coming hot down your neck and chest. He sucks harder as his fingers feel slightly deeper in your slit, just how slick it is, biting down on your neck a bit. You let out a breathy yelp at the sensation, never having any man do that to you before.

You’re trembling, and you know Joel can feel it. You’ve never been so nervous to be with someone like this before, and you don’t know exactly why. There’s something so defined in the way he carries himself, the way he treats you, and it makes you worried you aren’t experienced enough for him. 

“Shh,” he pulls his hand out of your shorts and tries to soothe you a bit, holding you tightly to him and rocking slightly. “You sure it’s okay?”

You gulp and nod, willing your body to stop shaking underneath him. “I wish I wasn’t so nervous,” you scold yourself out loud. 

“How about this, sweet girl…” he says, and you tilt your head enough to look back at him, your eyes meeting his. “You be okay if I just take control from here? You won’t have to worry about a thing that way.” Joel leans in and kisses the side of your face and you melt into it before he plants another one on your neck, eliciting a breathy moan and nod in response to his question. 

“Okay… yeah,” you decide, “Tell me what to do.”

“Okay,” he says, a devious smile crossing his face. “First thing, let’s take a look at that pretty little pussy,” he says into your ear, voice low and suggestive. You just nod again, already undone by everything he’s doing, and willing to do anything he wants to next. You don’t know what you thought his plan was, but it certainly was not for him to pull away, spin you around, and start pulling your shorts down right there as you stood in the middle of his living room. You step out of the shorts now bundled at your feet, and Joel’s lust filled eyes linger on your panties - red lacy ones you’d picked out hoping he might see them. The smirk that comes across his face as he eyes them gives you a rush of satisfaction. 

“Do you like them?” you ask shyly, already thinking you know the answer. 

“Oh, I do,” he replies quietly as he stares. “Do a little turn,” he commands, making a spinning motion with his hand. You slowly spin around, revealing the thong strap with a bit of lace at the top that makes up the back of your underwear. Joel groans quietly and before you can continue turning back towards him he grabs your ass, both hands fisting full of your plush flesh there. “Perfect ass,” he murmurs, “Askin’ to be smacked,” he says, giving one of your cheeks a light tap as he lets go of where he was grabbing onto you. You turn back and Joel is on you again, his arms pulling you right against him, this time facing from the front. 

“Smacked? W-what, have I been bad?” you ask, half teasing and knowing you’re no good at this dirty talk stuff. You haven’t had nearly enough practice to know what to say, but Joel seems to say whatever comes to his mind. 

“As a matter of fact, you have,” he says suggestively, and you see a sly grin cross his face. “Saw you up in your window those few times, teasin’ me.” You feel your face get hot at the confirmation that he saw you, despite it being for him. 

You let out a small nervous chuckle. “You saw that, huh?”

“Gonna act like that wasn’t all for me, your little show? You know, I’ve been turned for days after seein’ that, just that little glimpse of ya,” he says. You smile a little more confidently now at the confirmation that it had such an effect on him.

“Did you… touch yourself thinking of me?” you say, running a hand down Joel’s chest now. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft, but you can feel his toned chest and stomach underneath. You sigh as your trembling fingers reach lower, resting on the waistband of his jeans. 

“Sure did, you naughty thing,” Joel says, “And don’t think I don’t know about what you do, when you rush off after seein’ me outside, goin’ off to think about me while you touch that little pussy of yours.”

You gasp, mouth hanging open in shock that he’d guessed that much, that it seemed he’d been observing you just as much as you had him. “I-uh-“ you stutter, completely turned on and embarrassed at once. 

“It’s alright, baby,” he coos, a finger fiddling with the waistband of your underwear now. “Makes me happy that I turned you on so much.” He reaches down and feels you through the outside of your panties now, and you know he must feel how you’ve been getting wet, soaking through the fabric already. You’re dazed, and as he grabs your hand, leading you to his couch and sitting you down, you allow him to move you around without any resistance - you’re complete putty for him. 

Joel stands above you, and leans over your body on the couch, bringing his hands to the sides of your panties and pulling down, revealing your bottom half in full now. Joel lets out a groan, seeing your pussy lips already swollen and ready for him. 

“Tsk,” he tuts, “Look at that wet little pussy, just for me,” he says, delicately swiping a finger through it, causing your hips to buck forward towards him. He kisses you deeply, hungrily, and you soften into it, just loving the way his lips feel against yours, the urgency behind it. He’s palming your thighs, his large fingers covering so much of them as he strokes his fingers along the skin there. You are aching, dripping, on the verge of begging for him to put an end to your misery and just touch you. 

“Joel,” you gasp, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Hm, what is it baby?” He continues to kiss your face and trails then down to your neck, eliciting a small moan from you. 

“P-please, touch me,” you say, unable to take another second of his hands being so close yet so far away. 

“Thought I was the one makin’ the calls here,” he says with an arched brow, and you can tell he gets off on it. He wants that control, to know you’re at his whim, pleasuring you when he wants, making you come when he decides to. 

“S-sorry,” you say, feeling lost. You don’t know how to go about any of this, you’ve never had a man offer to do what he did. 

He slides himself down over you slightly, then pulls your tank top over your breasts and just… stares for a few moments, taking it in, appreciating it.

“Shirt off,” he commands, and you lift your arms up so he can pull the tank top over your head. He discards it on the floor, not once taking his eyes off your naked form sprawled open on his couch, every nerve in your body on fire under his gaze. He finally brings his head down to your chest and begins flicking his tongue on each nipple, taking equal time with each one.  You squirm, feeling another rush of warmth and wetness between your legs, panting hard now as you rub them together slightly trying to relieve some of the throbbing.

“You need my fingers on that pussy, don’t you?” he says, noticing your writhing movements and quiet whimpers. Simultaneously he takes one of your hard nipples back into his mouth and rolls his fingers over the other, rubbing gently. A moan like you’ve never made escapes your lips, and you’d normally be embarrassed, but it feels so good, your thoughts too clouded to care. You pant, nodding furiously.

“P-please, I need it, I need it,” you call out, feeling like crying at how much your cunt is aching now. Your deliriously half lidded eyes look at Joel, and he looks downright sinister now. 

“You’re being so good, waitin’ for me, I think you deserve that,” he smirks, and you feel like you’re starting to catch onto his game, and you have to admit - it’s fucking hot. You wait with baited breath as his hand dips down, his finger starting to rub circles on your clit and your hips instinctively rise up to meet his finger harder, wanting more from him. You practically yell out a moan at the feeling of his finger giving you that bit of relief you’d been dying for. 

“My, my, you are absolutely gorgeous, baby,” he says, the vibration of his mouth over your nipple sending a shiver through you. 

You make begging, whining sounds, panting and moaning as his finger circles your clit slowly, and he increases the speed slightly at your noises. He begins to tease a finger at your entrance, slowly pushing it in.

“How’s that, baby?” Joel asks, kissing the curve of your breast and sucking lightly.

“S-so good,” you pant in response, feeling your climax rising up inside of you, feel it close, within your grasp already. “Can I ask for more, please?”

“So polite and sweet, you insatiable little thing,” he says, biting his lip slightly. He pulls out and adds a second finger, sliding them both into your pussy and you grind your hips onto his hand at the sensation. He rubs your clit with the other hand as he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of you, the sound loud and sloppy echoing through the living room. 

“Taking it so good,” he coos, watching his fingers pump as deep as they go inside of you.

“Need more… I need your cock, Joel. I want you to fuck me,” you yell out suddenly, unable to take the urge to have him fill you anymore. You know he said that he had control over what you’re doing right now, but you think fuck it, as your mind keeps drifting to having him inside of you. It takes everything in him to not whip out his cock and pound it into your soaking wet pussy, but he decided that he wanted to take things slower with you. He wanted to treat you well, give you what you deserve, not rush into things and hurt you in some way.

“Oh darlin’, not today, I want to enjoy this perfect pussy of yours nice and slow,” he says, peppering kisses over your chest again but more tenderly this time.

“I-I’m on the pill and everything, I swear,” you say desperately, just trying to think of any reason he wouldn’t want to sleep with you. 

“Sweet girl, it’s not that,” he laughs a little, and you whine as he completely removes his fingers and he moves to reach a hand up to stroke your hair. You look down at him with fraught, pleading eyes. “Just wanna give you some respect, darlin’, treat you right, okay?” You frown a little but understand where he’s coming from, nodding in agreement. 

“Just let me take care of you, okay?” he adds sweetly, and you smile at the tone he’s using, so soft and gentle.

He moves to sit next to you on the couch, then tugs on your hips, pulling you onto his lap so that you’re facing him, legs straddling him. You’re feeling half drunk on the desire and look down at him with bleary eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning close. The heady desire in your wide gaze almost has Joel regretting his decision to not fuck you tonight, and his cock strains against his jeans a bit harder. He kisses you, reaching a hand in between your parted legs and playing with your clit again, stroking it along with the slit of your pussy. You immediately grind your hips, the position you’re in on top of him only increasing the pleasure as you push down onto his hand. 

He lets out a groan as he slides two fingers back in, feeling how easily it slips inside of you, how wet and ready you were for him. He dares to add a third one and you cry out a little, the way he’s stretching his fingers inside of you.

“Look at you, taking all my fingers like that,” he groans, looking down at where his hand is connecting to your body. You bury your face in his shoulder as you ride his fingers, increasing the rhythm in and out of you. His thumb is steadily rubbing your clit while he curls the fingers in the most perfect way and you moan into his ear, his name spilling out of your mouth. His other hand is now in your hair, pulling lightly, then stroking your back, landing firmly on your ass and squeezing hard. It’s like he can’t get enough, finding new places for his hand to explore.

“Joel… joel…” you say urgently, breathless.

“Let it out baby, let it out. Let me hear you come for me,” he purrs, nosing the side of your head and ear while keeping up the steady push of his fingers. You’re shaking, your hips rocking onto his hand, sliding over his legs quickly. “Let me feel you come all over this hand, filthy girl. Do it,” he commands.

“My god. Oh my god,” you call out, and his last commanding words send you over the edge, your orgasm beginning to rock through you, sending your hips and body shuddering, coming onto his fingers. You pull your head off his shoulder, dipping it back and exposing your face and neck. Joel grips your chin with his free hand, holding you steady, and watches your climax as it crosses your face, your mouth open and letting out moans that only serve to make his cock painfully hard now. 

“Atta girl, just like that,” he praises, and it’s incredible, his fingers hitting the perfect spot inside of you as your whole body trembles at his touch, fire coursing through your belly and tingling on every inch of you. Your climax slowly subsides, and you breathe heavily, daring to slowly open your now heavy eyes. You see Joel with an intense, satisfied grin on his face. He pulls a hand up and brushes the hair back that’s now stuck to your face with sweat. He kisses you, a tender, sweet kiss now and chuckles. 

“That was gorgeous, baby,” he says, and you smile shyly, tilting your head down a little. 

Coming down from your post-climax haze, you’re now very aware of his cock, feeling it hard and pressing against his pants underneath you. You slide off his lap and kneel in front of the couch, reaching up for the belt on his jeans. He grabs your hand, stopping you from going any further. 

“Woah, darlin’, that’s alright. Wanted tonight to be all about you,” he says, grinning. 

“B- but I don’t want you to not - you’re turned on, and I want to… help.” You look up with a furrowed brow, confused as to how he couldn’t want this.

“‘Course I’m turned on, when I’ve got your pussy all over my hand, you lookin’ beautiful like that, but I’ll be alright. We’ll get to that another time.”

“You’re sure?” you ask hesitantly, hands planted firmly on his thighs.

“Promise ya,” he says, leaning forward and cupping your cheek, planting another kiss on your lips. Joel reaches underneath your arms and pulls you back into his lap so that you’re sitting sideways over him, wrapping his arms around your lower half and resting you against his chest. You lean into it, breathing in his scent and smiling. Joel starts to stroke your bare back gently with his fingers, and the feeling alone of his hands on you like this could turn you on all over again. You shiver a little at the electric touch and pull your arms around his neck. You’re painfully aware of his hand increasingly going lower and lower, and feel like you already need him again, the familiar wetness coming between your legs.

“I make you feel good tonight, baby?” he asks suddenly, planting a kiss on your head, sounding so sweet, and you smile. 

“Mhmm,” you let out a small sleepy moan, nuzzling your face against his neck. “Thought that was obvious,” you chuckle a little nervously. His hand gently squeezes and kneads your ass that’s perched on his lap and you make a small whining noise without meaning to. 

“What’s all that?” Joel asks deviously, “Didn’t get your fill?”

You feel a little flush come over you at how easily he’s turned you on again but you pull your head off of his shoulder and try to look him in the eye. “Guess not,” you say with a small smirk. Joel returns it and glances down at your naked body sprawled over him, the gears in his head turning as to what to do to you next. He grabs a hold of you, spinning your body so that your back is against his chest. 

“Listen, baby, if I touch you again, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to handle it without things gettin’ painful for me, so let’s get a little creative, okay?” His voice is low next to your ear. 

“Okay.” You nod. “You’re in charge again,” you say, and he smiles into your neck, the words clearly exactly what he was hoping for.

“Good girl,” he whispers, the sound of it rumbling across your skin and making you twitch and shiver a little. You do wish he’d just fuck you senseless already, but he seems to be the one setting the rules here, and you realize rightfully so, you’re the one who’s let him. 

Joel reaches a hand down and strokes through you again, feeling how wet you’d already gotten again. “Christ, you’re so swollen for me, look at you,” he marvels, teasing your folds apart with his fingers. You breathe a little sigh of relief as his touch eases some of the aching going on between your legs. 

“You’re gonna touch yourself now, baby, while I watch you and take care of myself. You do a good job with all that, and I’ll finish you off, okay?” Once again, you know it’s not a question - this is how Joel has decided you two are getting off. You’re feeling skeptical and shy about touching yourself in front of him, and it must read openly on your face. 

“Um, okay, I’ve just never touched myself in front of anyone,” you admit timidly.

“Think of it like this - let me see what you’d do to yourself when you’d think of me, hm?” he says. You think you can handle that, so you smile a little and nod in approval. 

“I can do that,” you say, wanting desperately to hear what you think he’s about to say. 

“Good girl,” he smiles, and it’s music to your ears. Your heart starts to beat more wildly as he moves you off of his lap and sets you on the couch, standing up in front of you. You sit awkwardly for a moment, adjusting yourself in the seat to try and look as sexy as you can.

“Okay, darlin’,” he says, nudging your legs open wider with his knee as he stands in between them. “Go on now.”

You take a shaky breath and reach your hand down between your legs, gently feeling the outside lips of your pussy. The look on Joel’s face immediately emboldens you a bit, he looks desperate to see more, squirming a bit where he stands.

You look down at yourself, still feeling embarrassed to look Joel in the eye while you do this next part. A finger slides down into your slit, rubbing your clit slowly, and you watch as your finger starts to become slick and shiny as your hips grind a little onto it. Joel grunts a little at the sight.

“Look at me,” he commands, and you snap your eyes up to his face, then downward. He has a determined, absolutely hungry look in his eyes as he reaches to his belt and undoes it, unzips his pants, reaching in and pulling his cock out. It springs free, and he immediately fists it, stroking lightly. You try not to have a visceral reaction to it, but fuck. It’s bigger than any cock you’ve ever taken, or seen, for that matter, and you are barely paying attention to what you are doing to yourself now with your jaw slack and your eyes wide and trained on his dick. 

Joel chuckles devilishly, beginning to stroke himself faster. “Focus up, darlin’,” he says, and you try to move on from the surprise of the sheer size of Joel’s cock, but it’s hard to do as you watch his hand move along its length. 

He suddenly stops, and holds out his hand, palm up to you. “Lick it,” he says, and you stare a little stunned and wide eyed for a moment before leaning forward and running your tongue along his hand, finger still rubbing on your clit. You stare up at him as you do it, light moans coming out as you coat his hand in your saliva. It’s strangely erotic, tasting the salty skin of his hand and the leftover remnants from where he touched your cunt earlier. He fists his hand around his cock again and the sound is much louder, your saliva making the shaft slick as he returns to a slower pace, enjoying it. 

“Let me see you put a finger in,” he says, and you immediately move your index finger to your opening but stop there, slowly circling your clit with your thumb. 

“How many?” you ask, looking up at him alluringly, finally starting to feel more bold. 

“Oh, filthy girl,” Joel tuts, tugging a bit harder on his cock. “Just one for me now, don’t wanna rush anything.” You frown a little and whimper, knowing it’ll get a reaction out of him, but you slide one finger inside of yourself, beginning to pump it in and out. Joel makes a small groaning sound at the sight, his eyes glued to where you’re beginning to fuck yourself harder with your finger. 

“Yeah, that’s it, sweet girl, add another one,” he moans, his movements becoming even quicker on his cock and you try to match his pace as you add another finger and continue rubbing your clit. You’re moaning at the sight of it all, the way his cock is so hard from just watching you do this, the way Joel’s strong hand is moving over it like his life depends on it. You want his cock in your mouth so badly, you want just a taste of him if he’d let you, and seeing the little bit of precum on his cock makes you salivate and lick your lips. Your hips are arching up into your touch, wet and sloppy noises the only sound in the room for a few moments as Joel’s fist slaps into his flesh over and over. 

“Please Joel, let me taste you,” you beg through your panting breaths, desperate to have the length of him inside of you in some way. 

“Shit, you cock hungry little thing,” he grunts out, shaking his head, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. You are writhing, desperate to hold out until Joel can make you climax instead, but it’s so difficult when your view is what it is right now. You can tell Joel is close, he’s panting hard, a sheen of sweat on his face, and his cock looks like it’s absolutely throbbing. 

“Into my mouth,” you try begging once more, thinking he’s about to come at any moment. 

“No,” Joel says, voice strained, and you frown. “Let me paint those gorgeous fucking tits,” he grunts out. 

He doesn’t wait for confirmation, but instead continues watching your fingers plunging into your pussy as he climaxes, his body shuddering slightly as ropes of cum release out onto your chest. He almost leans his head back, closing his eyes, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the way his cum is coating you. You stop moving your fingers, simply relishing in the sight and feeling of his climax. Joel groans out a few expletives along with your name, breathing heavily, and he still stands over you, looking down with that post orgasm bliss on his face while you smile up at him. 

He leans down, placing his hands on either side of your body on the couch, getting his face close to yours. He moves one hand to your chest, swiping the cum up onto his fingers and holding it up to your mouth. 

“There’s your taste of me,” he says gruffly, and you open your mouth almost immediately, craning your neck forward to take the fingers in deeply, licking and sucking them clean. The look on Joel’s face is a mixture of surprise and satisfaction, feeling like he’s seeing a new side to you now that he’s gotten you out of your shell a little bit. 

“Good fucking girl,” Joel says each word slowly and carefully, then smirks as his fingers pop out of your mouth, completely cleaned off all his cum.

“I did a good job for you?” you ask, suddenly feeling a bit shy again as you seek his validation. 

“Oh, yes,” he replies, pressing his lips to yours deeply, and he opens his mouth to slide his tongue over your lip. You shudder a bit and return it, your tongues flitting in and out of each other’s mouths. Your hips are bucking upwards, missing the pressure of your fingers now, and you moan desperately into Joel’s mouth. Joel reaches between you and slides his fingers down your slit, immediately pushing three fingers inside of you, picking up right where you left off. He pushes them in hard, and you inhale sharply, the immediate feeling of him filling you so much taking you by surprise. His fingers move furiously, pumping in and out of you, and your body tries to squirm away from the intensity of it once he puts his thumb on your clit. But the way he’s hovering over you, your body below him on the couch, you have nowhere to go, and he’s relentless with his speed now, curling his fingers inside of you.

All you can do is make strained moaning sounds as he places his lips to your neck and sucks on the skin, trailing his lips down and doing the same thing on your chest. You know it’s going to leave a mark, and you don’t care, you can’t care right now with the way everything feels so incredible. Your whole body is shaking with the intensity of his movements, your climax practically at your fingertips as your hips push back into his fingers, driving him deeper.

Joel murmurs praises into the skin of your neck as you continue lifting your hips. He presses a hand down on your thigh hard, holding you in place, leaving you to take exactly what he’s giving you. And what he’s giving you is absolute fucking ecstasy. Your crying moans urge him on, and he’s pushing all three fingers as deep as he can, and everything suddenly feels… different as he hits the most sensitive spot inside of you. You let out a little yelp, surprised by the sheer intensity of it as he hits it over and over.

“Look at you… tight fuckin’ pussy, taking my fingers so good. You like when I fuck you hard like this?” he growls, plunging his fingers more aggressively into you, enjoying the loud, sloppy sounds he’s making as you leak all around his fingers.

You simply moan, long and low, in answer as he curls his fingers and hits that spot again. Holy shit, is the only thought running through your mind, over and over again.

“Of course you do, you fuckin’ dirty little thing. My perfect girl, taking my fingers however I want you to.” His words make you practically scream, his name on your lips repeatedly as you feel the sensation of your impending climax beginning to overwhelm you.

You stutter, trying to say his name again, let him know you’re going to come, but he already knows, of course he already knows, because he’s kissing your neck again and telling you.

“That’s it, baby, come right on this hand again,” he says before sucking on your neck again. You’re completely devastated, the orgasm burning through you as your hips spasm and grind down. He’s keeping up the pace, his fingers hitting deep as you ride it out onto his hand. You scream his name and practically lose all sense of anything else you’re saying or doing while your entire body is taken over by the fiery, tingling sensation as you come.

“My… god…” you breathe out, muscles finally loosening from the way your entire body had tensed up during your orgasm. Your head flops back onto the couch and you feel your whole body go limp as you try to steady your breathing. You don’t even dare open your eyes, you’re in such a haze right now and don’t want it to end. Joel’s lips find yours and press into you, and you lazily return the kiss, bringing an arm up so you can gently stroke his cheek. He pulls back, taking in the satisfied smile on your face, closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and wild hair, and he thinks you look more gorgeous than he’s ever seen you.

“Had your fill yet, baby?” he asks, sitting down next to you and nuzzling the side of your hair with his nose. His smell so close to you is immediately intoxicating all over again, and you don’t know how you’re expected to leave this man’s side.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, “Not even close.” Joel laughs heartily, and the sound lifts your heart - you don’t think you’ve made him laugh like that before now, so you peek your eyes open and look over at him, grinning in response. “Don’t worry, we’ll save that for another time,” you assure him, rubbing your eyes to try and make yourself more alert.

"Now what makes you so sure there’s a next time?” he teases you, and your eyes widen in shock. You don’t think he’s being serious, but…

“I- I just thought… you seemed to like it too…” you stutter, tripping over your words around him yet again.

He laughs again, that hearty laugh you’ll be chasing hearing forever, you think, and grabs your face.

“I’m just messin’ with ya, darlin’,” he reassures you, capturing your surprised, pouting lips in a kiss. You giggle a bit into his kiss and then deepen it for a few moments before standing up off of the couch, getting dressed. Joel gives a slight look of disapproval at the fact that you’re putting your clothing back on, but lets you go ahead anyway.

You’re unsure of what your next move should be. Should you stay over longer? Stay the night? Would Joel even want you to stay the night?

“Why don’t ya head home, sweet girl,” he says, answering the question before you can even ask, standing up next to you and wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you in. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you reply, understanding but feeling disappointed. “Can I see you again? Tomorrow?” You look at him with eager eyes, praying his answer will be yes. Now that you’ve crossed this line, there’s no going back, and you want more of him, need more of him.

Joel chuckles. “Impatient, impatient,” he drawls. “Sure thing, I’ll be ‘round tomorrow evening.”

You give him a hopeful smile, waving your goodbye to Joel after stealing one last kiss. You rush up to your little apartment, barely bothering to turn on any lights as you run over to your bed and promptly scream into your pillow like you’re fifteen years old again. Once you get the rush of excitement out of your system, you sit up, eyeing the plate of cookies on the counter and laugh loudly to yourself. You pad over to them and pick one up, biting into it and smiling to yourself, unable to help the feeling that this man is going to ruin your life in the best way possible.

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Sleeping Beauty

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: more smut... but it's surrounded by lots and lots of fluff! :)

wc: 10.2k

previous chapter here

“I still can’t believe you got Shoko to get that cake.” Suguru says, looking over at Satoru who lays in the bed next to him. The sun has finally set well below the horizon and warm lamplight fills Satoru’s room as they lie there, both their hair still slightly damp from the shower.

“It’s fine, I’m just paying for all her drinks the next time we go out.” Satoru says, staring back at Suguru, their legs tangled together. 

“She’s gonna drain your bank account.” Suguru says, chuckling lightly and putting his arm over Satoru’s waist, pulling him even closer. Satoru scoots his face forwards so that his and Suguru’s faces are just inches from each other, a grin on his face. 

“That’s not a problem.” Satoru says, shaking his head with a smile on his face, looking into Suguru’s golden eyes that sit just in front of him. They lay in silence for a moment before Satoru speaks up again. “Suguruuu,” He whines out, drawing out the end of his name. “How am I supposed to fall asleep without you?” 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Suguru says, scrunching his nose with a smile. Satrou scoffs and furrows his brows.

“Suguruuu.” He whines out again, his pleading eyes staring into Suguru’s. “I’m seriousss.”

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” He asks, a slight smile on his face. Suguru doesn’t admit that he doesn’t want to sleep by himself again just yet either. Satoru’s eyes widen in excitement.

“Suguru, that’s a great idea!” Satoru shouts out dramatically, throwing an arm over Suguru and pulling him in even closer, smiling into his neck. Suguru laughs at the feeling of Satoru’s warm breath tickling his neck, getting goosebumps on his arms at the feeling. 

“Only because we have tomorrow off. I’m not doing that on work nights, Satoru.” Suguru warns as Satoru continues holding onto him tightly. 

“We’ll see about that.” Satoru says, his face still buried into Suguru’s neck.

“No, we will not see about that, I don’t have anything that I need here, Satoru.” He says, feeling Satoru pull his face back away from his neck, the spot now cold and empty.

“Sugu, I’ll buy you anything you need, just tell me.” He says, pulling back and looking into Suguru’s eyes once again, a serious look on his face. Suguru smiles and lets a breathy laugh out of his nose at the thought.

“Okay, okay- We can talk about it later, okay baby?” Suguru raises his eyebrows at Satoru who smiles back and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. The pet name makes Satoru’s heart race in his chest, an excited feeling making its way through his entire body. He lingers for a moment before pulling away. 

“What do you want for your birthday dinner?” Satoru asks, quickly changing the subject. He grabs his phone from where it sits on the nightstand and unlocks it. “Name any place, I’ll get it.” He puts his phone into Suguru’s hands so that he can pick what he wants. 

“How do you feel about soba?” Suguru looks over at Satoru, waiting for his reaction.

“It’s your birthday. I feel about it however you feel about it, my sweet.” Satoru says sweetly. Suguru smiles shyly at the pet name as he starts scrolling through the phone, looking for something that looks good. 

“I used to get soba every year on my birthday,” Suguru explains happily at first, not looking up from the phone as he speaks. Satoru notices as his smile slowly fades and he stops scrolling, staring blankly at the phone, his eyes dull.

“Suguru?” Satoru asks softly, worried about him. “Is everything alright?” 

Suguru shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut before going back to looking for the best place to order from. “It’s nothing.” He says, but Satoru can sense something’s off. 

I don’t wanna push too much. “Are you sure?” Satoru tries one more time, his tone soft and sweet. “You can talk to me, Sugu.” He puts his arms over Suguru’s torso, pulling himself closer and hugging him tightly, resting his head on Suguru’s chest and looking up at him. Suguru takes a deep breath and sets the phone down, looking down at Satoru with a pained looking smile on his face as he debates saying anything. Satoru’s warm cheeks are pressed up against the skin of Suguru’s chest, 

“Um,” He starts out, tucking his lips in between his teeth as he pushes a piece of hair out of his face. “Well… I don’t remember how young I was when we started, but every year on my birthday, I would get soba with my dad.” He stares ahead, not focused on anything in particular. Satoru looks up into his eyes, waiting patiently for him to continue. “But-” He takes a deep breath before continuing. Satoru gently caresses the patch of skin that sits underneath his hand, trying to comfort Suguru who’s very obviously got something on his mind. “He died when I was 18 and I just kinda… stopped doing it.” Satoru is silent as he listens, not daring to interrupt him for once. “I usually just try to- forget or pay no attention to my birthday.” He says, finally shifting his eyes to look down at Satoru.

Satoru isn’t exactly sure what to say as Suguru looks down at him, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He takes a breath and lets it out, trying to think of what to say. “Suguru,” He starts out, chewing on his bottom lip and looking down at Suguru’s chest. “I’m really sorry.” He continues, not knowing much of what else to say in response. Suguru shakes his head gently, looking down at Satoru.

“Don’t be… It’s nice to-” He pauses, a faint smile now on his lips as he takes a slow breath. “It’s nice to have someone that makes me want to celebrate it again.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to the top of Satoru’s head, letting his lips linger for a moment as he takes a deep breath into his nose. Satoru lets his eyes fall closed, a soft smile on his face as he relaxes more into Suguru’s chest, continuing to run his hand back and forth across Suguru’s skin.

“Suguru,” Satoru says quietly. He hums in response, letting his fingers trace along Satoru’s shoulders. “You can always talk to me, okay?” He says, lifting his head to look Suguru in the eyes. Suguru doesn’t say it out loud, but his eyes scream thank you. Satoru smiles sweetly up at him as he cranes his neck down, giving him a soft kiss. Satoru smiles as Suguru pulls back, looking up at Suguru as his hair falls across his face. “Have you picked a place yet?” Satoru asks, hoping to brighten the mood a little bit. 

Suguru smiles down at him, picking the phone back up. “Mmhm.” He says, his eyes nearly closed with the smile on his face. He picks out what he wants and then hands the phone back to Satoru, letting him decide what he wants. Once he settles on what he wants for dinner, Satoru starts looking through the dessert options.

“Satoru, there’s a whole cake out there, what else could you need?” Suguru asks, genuinely amazed at his tolerance for sweets. 

“I’m just looking.” He retorts, scrunching his nose up at Suguru who chuckles at the sight. He ends up ordering from a crepe shop nearby. “If you don’t pick one I’m going to pick for you, so you might as well decide.” He says, shoving the phone back at Suguru for him to decide. He chuckles and shakes his head, looking down at the phone with a smile, quickly deciding to pick the same thing as Satoru, strawberries and cream. He hands the phone back to Satoru who orders it and sets his phone off to the side, looking back at Suguru. 

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. Suguru smiles down at him, still letting his fingers trace along Satoru’s shoulders. 

“Is there something you have in mind?” He asks, just wanting to see if Satoru had any ideas, but pretty sure he was going to tell him to pick.

“Do you have something in mind?” Satoru asks, wanting Suguru to decide because it’s his birthday. Suguru smiles and shakes his head. 

“I’ll watch anything you suggest.” He says, genuinely not having any preferences this time. Satoru’s eyes light up at the sound of that.

“Are you sure?” He asks, ending in a high pitched voice, eyebrows raised  and eyes wide as he sits up, turning around to face Suguru. He nods silently back at him with a smile and a beaming smile appears on Satoru’s face. “So you’re even okay with watching Barbie?” He asks, tilting his head as he says it. 

Suguru chuckles lightly seeing how excited Satoru seems. “Yes, Satoru, even Barbie.” He sits up, leaning on his arm that rests in between the pillows. 

“I have popcorn!” Satoru shouts, excitedly jumping up out of his bed and hurrying towards the door. He stops on the way and bends over, picking up Suguru’s hoodie that sits among the other discarded clothes from earlier. “Is it okay if I steal this?” Satoru asks, already pulling it over his head. It overwhelmingly smells like Suguru as he takes a deep breath. He smiles to himself at the scent surrounding him. Suguru smiles as he stands up from his spot on the bed, walking over to meet him.

“Only if I get yours too.” He says, bending over to pick up Satoru’s sweatshirt. He pulls it over his head and smiles as he looks at Satoru wearing his hoodie. “You’re cute.” Suguru says, looking at Satoru who has his hands shoved into the pocket and the hood up. 

Satoru smiles and his nose scrunches up as he looks at Suguru in his sweatshirt. “I know!” He says, sticking out his tongue and turning around, continuing to hurry towards the door and out towards the kitchen. Suguru scoffs and shakes his head to himself, leisurely following Satoru out of his bedroom and towards the kitchen. Satoru hurries to grab the popcorn from one of the cabinets and Suguru spots the cake, still out on the counter with nothing more than a few swipes of frosting taken off the top. He smiles at the sight as he picks up the cake and sticks it back into the fridge while Satoru grabs the popcorn bag. 

As Satoru opens the bag and begins dumping it out into a bowl, he hears a meow to the side of him. He turns his head, his eyebrows raised as he sees Shiro sitting at the edge of the kitchen. “Shiro baby!” Satoru shouts out, excitedly picking her up and cradling her close to his chest. She purrs loudly as Satoru scratches under his chin. “I missed you so much, Shi.”

Suguru smiles as he watches Satoru shower his cat with love. She meows loudly up at Satoru after he sets her back down on the ground. “Shoko told me she fed you, so I know you’re not hungry, Shi.” He says, finishing dumping popcorn into the bowl. Suguru smiles at the interaction, watching with his elbows resting on the island and hands clasped together as he watches Satoru intently. 

Satoru turns around with the bowl in his hand, already shoving pieces into his mouth. He gestures his head towards the living room as he chews the popcorn already in his mouth. They make their way over to the couch, Shiro following closely behind. Suguru sits down and Satoru plops down right next to him, already letting his arm rest around Suguru’s shoulders, pulling him in close. The popcorn bowl sits in Satoru’s lap and Shiro quickly jumps up, climbing into Suguru’s lap. 

Satoru smiles at the sight, reaching over to pet her along with Suguru for a moment before he pulls the movie up on the tv and presses play. He sets the remote on the table and sits back, Suguru leaning his head back to rest on his shoulder. Satoru lays his head gently down on top of Suguru’s and lets his eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath and savors the moment, a smile on his face. 

About 15 minutes into the movie Shiro jumps off of Suguru’s lap and Satoru immediately swings his legs over in her place. He brings his other arm in front and holds onto Suguru’s shoulder and crosses his legs as he gives Suguru a wet kiss on the cheek.

“Ah!” Suguru shouts out in surprise. “Why was it so wet?” He asks, wiping his cheek with his palm, looking at Satoru with a displeased look. 

“Suguru, I know you did not just wipe my kiss off.” Satoru says, crossing his arms with a fake scowl on his face.

“Baby, it was all over my cheek.” Suguru says sweetly, trying to get back onto Satoru’s good side. 

“Don’t baby me,” He says, his nose scrunched and his eyebrows knitted together. “You wiped my kiss off!”

“Okay, okay, how about you give me another one that’s preferably less, um, wet.” Suguru says, raising his eyebrows at Satoru who still sits with his legs across Suguru’s. Satoru nods his head and grabs Suguru’s face gently with one hand, holding the side of his face close as he leaves a soft kiss on the side of Suguru’s cheek in the same place as the previous one. He takes a split second afterwards before he decides to stick out his tongue and lick up the side of Suguru’s cheek. “Ah!” He yelps out in surprise once again. Satoru sits back, laughing at Suguru’s reaction. “Satoru, that’s gross.” 

“Oh please, that’s what you get.” Satoru huffs out with a smile. Suguru tries and succeeds in rubbing the side of his face all over Satoru’s. “Hey! Stop that!” Satoru squawks and they both laugh as he rubs his face into Satoru’s. “Pay attention!” He says, pointing at the tv screen.

“You’re the one that left the wettest kiss ever on the side of my face and distracted me.” Suguru argues back, a smile on his face as he watches Satoru’s face out of the corner of his eye. Satoru shakes his head with a smile as he pays attention to the movie. 

They quickly finish the bowl of popcorn that sits in Satoru’s lap, and he leans forward to put the empty bowl on the coffee table. He sets it down and turns back to Suguru and looks at him, his eyes filled with all the love in the world. He gives him another kiss on the cheek and watches as he turns his head to face him.

Suguru says nothing as he looks at Satoru with a warm smile, his nose slightly scrunching up. Satoru smiles back at him as he brings his hand up to Suguru’s face, cupping his jaw and pulling him in for a longer kiss. He lets out a satisfied sigh as they settle into each other, their lips both threatening to break apart into smiles. 

Suguru grips onto his hoodie that Satoru wears, trying to pull him closer. Satoru smiles, pulling his legs off of Suguru’s and instead throwing one leg over to the other side of his hips, now straddling him with his arms wrapped around his neck. Suguru hums into Satoru’s mouth, now letting his hands hold softly onto Satoru’s hips. 

Satoru smiles at the feeling of his fingers pressing into him as he strays from Suguru’s lips, kissing from the corner of his mouth down to his jaw and then down to his neck. Suguru lets his mouth fall open and head fall back as Satoru leaves tender kisses across his neck. He lets out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of Satoru’s lips coating his neck. 

“You like when I kiss here?” Satoru whispers with a smirk just before he presses his lips to the side of his neck. Suguru lets out a breathy moan in response and lets his hands make their way underneath his hoodie that Satoru wears. He lifts his head back up, longing to make their lips meet once again. 

Satoru smiles down at Suguru, lifting his head up from where he was previously attached to his neck. He feels Suguru’s warm hands make their way up his back, pulling him in closer with widespread fingers. Satoru leans back down, connecting their lips again, but slowly moving his hips at the same time. A low grumble comes from Suguru’s chest as Satoru moves on top of him. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Suguru warns, pulling away just enough to say it before diving back into Satoru’s lips. 

Satoru smirks against Suguru, continuing to grind his hips down. “Who said I wasn’t gonna finish it?” He feels Suguru’s grasp tighten as he pulls him down more. Satoru begins snaking his hand down in between the two of them when there’s a sudden knock at the door. The two of their heads snap towards the door at the noise. Suguru’s head falls back over the edge of the couch as Satoru stands up. 

“Great timing.” Suguru says sarcastically, feeling empty now without Satoru sitting on top of him.

“No pouting, it’s time for your birthday dinner.” Satoru calls out as he opens the door. He unlocks and pulls open the front door to see a teenage boy with white hair. He’s holding two white bags that are tied up at the top. “Thank you!” Satoru says excitedly as he takes the bags from the young man. “It’s his birthday so this is what he picked.” Satoru says, looking out into the hallway at the delivery boy.

“Satoru, stop bothering the kid and let him leave!” Suguru calls out from the couch, sitting forward to pause the movie while Satoru grabs the food. Satoru furrows his brows and turns back around to look at the boy who stands there awkwardly. 

“Thank you!” Satoru says again as the boy begins to walk away back down the hallway, holding up one hand with a smile as he leaves without a word. Satoru shuts the door, locking it behind him before heading back towards the couch where Suguru still sits with his head hanging over the back. Satoru comes up behind, bending over to give Suguru a quick kiss, earning a satisfied hum from him before coming around the front and sitting down. He sets the bags on the coffee table and unties one, Suguru helping to untie the other. 

“I think this one’s yours.” Suguru points out, pulling the containers from the bag. They pull everything out of the bags and Suguru gets everything organized while Satoru grabs chopsticks from the kitchen. He hurries back and plops back down on the couch right beside Suguru, handing him a pair of chopsticks. “Thank you.” Suguru says sweetly as he takes them and picks up the container with the noodles.

Satoru takes a bite of his soba noodle soup as Suguru opens his container of mentsuyu. “Sugu, you picked a good spot.” He says with his mouth still full. Suguru shakes his head at him as he picks up the noodles with his chopsticks.

“Satoru, that’s gross.” He says, turning his head to look at Satoru who is still chewing the first bite. 

“Suguruuu, why do you hate me?” Satoru whines out, mouth still full of noodles. Suguru shakes his head, unable to stop from smiling at the ridiculous man he chose to call his boyfriend.

“Satoru, I don’t hate you,” He says, turning to look at him. “Unfortunately,” He finishes in a  sarcastic tone with a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean unfortunately?!” Satoru shrieks back while Suguru chuckles at his dramatic reaction. 

“Ehh, shut up.” He says in response, leaning over and giving Satoru a kiss on the cheek before turning back to face the tv and paying attention to the movie while taking the first bite of his noodles after dipping them. He hums happily, satisfied as the flavor hits his tongue. 

“Good?” Satoru asks with a smile as he watches Suguru enjoying his soba. He doesn’t say anything and nods his head happily as he has his mouth full. “Good.” He replies with a smile, watching Suguru eat his soba with a smile on his face. Satoru quickly finishes his food, now ready for something sweet. As Suguru is finishing up his last bite, there’s another knock at the door. 

“Ooh! That’s our crepes!” Satoru says excitedly as he jumps up and heads towards the door. Suguru smiles as he watches Satoru open the door and quickly thank the person delivering it before shutting the door and hurrying back to the couch. 

“Didn’t feel like talking this time?” Suguru teases as Satoru sits back down beside him with a smile. 

“Not when there’s crepes to be eaten, Suguru.” Satoru says excitedly, opening the bag and pulling out their desserts. Suguru smiles as Satoru hands him his crepe and pulls three more out of the bag. 

“How many did you get?” Suguru asks, eyes wide at the number of crepes that he continues to pull out.

“Well you got the same one as I did, but I wanted to try other flavors, so I got two more and we can try those too.” Satoru explains, looking down at the array of different crepes he ordered. Suguru stares in amazement at Satoru’s tolerance for sweet things. “So we got the strawberries and cream, but I also got us a double chocolate cheesecake cream one and a caramel apple cream one.” He explains, passionately. “Which one do you wanna try?!” 

Suguru smiles at him lovingly, finding it adorable how excited he gets. “I’m okay with just this one for now, but thank you, baby.” He says sweetly. Satoru smiles back at him and crosses one of his legs over Suguru’s as he sits back and starts eating his crepe. Suguru puts his arm around Satoru’s shoulder and pulls him in close, pressing a long kiss to the top of his head before turning back to focus on the movie once again. 

They miraculously manage to make it through the rest of the movie without any more interruptions. “Did you like it?” Satoru asks as the credits roll on the screen in front of them. He sits with his feet up on the coffee table and his arms wrapped around Suguru, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I thought it was good!” Suguru says, nodding his head as he looks down at Satoru. “Did you like it?” He shoots back.

“I thought it was great.” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru. “I think you would be the most perfect Ken, Sugu.” Suguru chuckles lightly, the vibrations in his chest shaking Satoru lightly. “What’s so funny, hmm?”

“I think you’re the more Ken-like one, Satoru.” He says, rubbing mindless circles on Satoru’s back. 

“Why can’t we both be Kens?” Satoru asks in a high pitched voice, sitting up off of Suguru’s shoulder and looking at him with raised eyebrows. “I’ll even get you that hoodie he was wearing for your birthday!”

“Satoru, I don’t need a hoodie that says ‘I am Kenough’ on it.” Suguru says, letting a soft chuckle out. “Just being here with you is enough of a birthday present.” Satoru smiles at him, his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“Sugu, you’re so sweet,” He starts, brushing a piece of hair behind Suguru’s shoulder as he continues. “But I’m still getting you something for your birthday.” He brings a hand up to Suguru’s face and holds it delicately, caressing his thumb over his cheek.

“You really don’t have to.” Suguru says, shaking his head gently. “I mean it when I say being here with you is enough.” He has a soft smile on his face but Satoru isn’t having it.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, I’m still getting you something.” Satoru says with a singsong voice and a mischievous look, eyebrows raised and eyes boring into him. “I mean it!” He says, making sure to get his point across. 

Suguru’s eyes flash over towards the window and back at Satoru. “Let’s go sit.” Suguru says, gesturing his head towards the chairs next to the window. “I wanna look out and see the view.” He says, standing up and taking Satoru’s hand, pulling him along behind him.

“Suguruuu, that’s not a birthday present.” Satoru whines as he follows behind Suguru. 

“Shut up and sit down!” Suguru says playfully as they make it to the arm chairs, a cheerful smile on his face. Satoru sits down in one of the chairs as Suguru sits down on the other seat. The sky is dark, but still noticeably cloudy. Tokyo tower is just barely visible in the distance, the shape making it easy to make out through the haziness of the dark cloudy sky.

Satoru stares at Suguru, his chin in his palm as he admires the sight in front of him. He looks at the way his hair falls over his shoulders, the way his eyes light up at the view below, and the soft smile that sits on his face. Satoru smiles to himself, still slightly unable to believe that the past 4 days were real. I’m the luckiest man alive. 

“I can feel you staring.” Suguru says with a smirk. 

“Just admiring the view.” Satoru says, still looking at Suguru with heart shaped eyes. Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, turning to look at Satoru with a sleepy smile. “You tired?” Satoru asks, taking notice of the way Suguru’s eyelids seem to be getting harder to hold open.

“Maybe just a little.” Suguru says, yawning as soon as the words leave his mouth. Satoru smiles at him, letting a breathy chuckle out through his nose at the sight. 

“It is getting pretty late,” Satoru starts, watching Suguru as he looks back out the window, opening his eyes wide, trying to wake himself up. “Do you wanna go lay in bed?” Satoru asks sweetly, tilting his head as he says it, noticing how tired Suguru seems all of a sudden. “You can still see out the window from bed.” He adds in a quiet singsong voice, trying to convince Suguru to go to bed. 

Suguru smiles before turning back to look at Satoru. “Let’s go.” He says, standing up and starting towards Satoru’s bedroom. “Today just exhausted me.” 

“You go get ready for bed, I gotta feed Shiro, okay?” Satoru says sweetly as he stands up and starts towards the kitchen. Suguru hums in response and shuffles towards Satoru’s room before disappearing inside. Satoru smiles to himself as he picks up the leftover crepes from the coffee table and puts them into the fridge before grabbing Shiro's food that’s leftover from earlier. As soon as he pops the lid off, Shiro comes running from wherever she was hiding in the apartment. 

“Of course you’d only come to me for food.” Satoru says, shaking his head with a smile as he scoops the wet food into her bowl. She makes her presence well known as he continues putting the food into the bowl, trying to get it all out of the can. “Shiro, baby, you’re being so loud. Sugu’s tired, you gotta be quiet.” Satoru says in a hushed voice, carrying the bowl over and setting it down in its normal spot. Shiro nearly pounces at the bowl when he sets it down and Satoru pulls his hand back quickly, staying squatted down beside her.

“Shi, what should I get Suguru for his birthday?” He whispers now, even though there’s no way Suguru would be able to hear. Obviously she doesn’t answer, continuing eating her dinner. Satoru stands back up, towering over her once again. “You really are no help.” He says, crossing his arms and shaking his head down at her with a forced frown. He reaches over and flicks the lights off before heading to his room. 

The room is dark as he enters, meaning that Suguru had turned off the lights. Satoru pads quietly in, not wanting to wake him if he’s already asleep. He heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind him before turning on the light. The first thing he spots is Suguru’s bag on the counter, along with his toothbrush resting neatly beside the sink. Satoru smiles at the sight, wanting and hoping to see it more often. He quickly brushes his teeth and makes sure to turn the lights off before opening the door and making his way over to the closet. Before stepping inside, he pulls off Suguru’s hoodie and rests it neatly over the back of the armchair next to the window.

He quickly tosses his shirt in the hamper before heading back towards his bed, still not sure if Suguru is even still awake. He lays on his side, facing the window. Satoru smiles as he pulls back the covers and climbs in carefully, trying not to make too much noise.

“I’m still awake.” Satoru hears come from Suguru in a hushed tone. He freezes for a moment before quickly laying down behind Suguru and pulling the covers over himself. He rests an arm over Suguru, pulling his back closer to him. Satoru slots his body perfectly behind Suguru’s, lacing their fingers together in front of Suguru’s chest. He smiles into his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head before he closes his eyes. Their breathing is the only sound for a moment before Suguru speaks up again, his voice laced with a sleepy smile. “Thank you for giving me a great birthday, Toru. I love you.” 

Satoru smiles into Suguru’s hair, holding onto him even tighter, almost like he was scared to ever let go. He still feels giddy hearing him say it. “I love you too, Sugu.” He whispers next to Suguru’s ear. Satoru feels him laugh ever so slightly as their bodies are pressed together under the covers. Suguru quickly drifts off to sleep with Satoru following not too far behind, falling asleep with his face buried in Suguru’s hair with a smile. 

~~~~~~~~~~

When he opens his eyes, it’s still dark aside from the little light that seeps in from outside down below. Satoru looks at the clock that sits on the dresser. 2:21. I’ve only been asleep a couple hours. His arm is still wrapped around Suguru, the warm skin of his chest pressed into Suguru’s back, feeling the rise and fall of his body with his breathing. He tightens his grip slightly on Suguru, a sleepy smile on his face as he presses a soft kiss to his bare shoulder. 

Stirring slightly at the feeling, Suguru whispers groggily, lifting his head without even opening his eyes to look at the clock. “What time is it?” Satoru’s smile grows at the sound of his tired voice before he presses another kiss to his tattooed shoulder.

“Too early; go back to sleep.” Satoru whispers in response, his voice just as groggy as he closes his eyes. Suguru hums quietly and lays his head back down. His grip on Satoru’s arm tightens as he holds it to his chest. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, a small smile on his face as he shifts his hips back. A low hum comes from deep in Satoru’s chest at the feeling. The smile remains on Suguru’s face as he does it again, pushing back even harder this time. “Suguuu.” Satoru whines out as he opens his eyes.

Suguru flips over, their faces now just in front of each other. Satoru dimly sees the smile on Suguru’s face and can’t help but smile back. His arm is wrapped behind Suguru’s back, holding him close. Suguru slots a leg in between Satoru’s as he wraps his own arm around him. He hugs Satoru tightly for a moment, his head in the space between his neck and shoulder before he presses his lips softly to the skin of Satoru’s neck. 

Satoru leans his head back almost reflexively, wanting to feel his lips on his neck more. He can feel the smile that’s on Suguru’s lips as he leaves kisses along his neck and jaw, and up to his face before finally letting their lips come together. Their hands grasp at each other hungrily- desperately even. Their legs become more tangled together as their lips move in time with each other, soft whiny noises coming from Satoru’s mouth. Suguru props himself up on one elbow, now resting just above Satoru’s face as he kisses him.

A soft moan escapes from Satoru’s mouth into Suguru’s as he feels him grind his hips slowly down into his own. Suguru smiles into his mouth, slowly starting to snake his hand in between the two of them to palm at Satoru’s quickly hardening dick. “Mmh,” Satoru whines out quietly as he feels Suguru’s hand between his legs. 

“This okay?” Suguru whispers against Satoru’s lips, stopping for just a moment while he waits for an answer. Satoru silently nods his head and grabs onto the back of Suguru’s head, trying to pull him back in for more kisses, but Suguru holds back. “Need to hear you say it, baby.” He whispers, a smirk laced in his voice. Satoru opens his eyes to see Suguru staring down at him with a quirked eyebrow, waiting for him to say it out loud.

“Please, Sugu.” Satoru whines out, wanting to feel Suguru’s hands on him again. He smiles in response and continues massaging Satoru through his pants, feeling his own dick hardening as he continues grinding his hips into Satoru. 

“Turn over.” Suguru commands in a breathy whisper. There’s no need for them to stay quiet, but they do so anyway in their sleepy state. Satoru quickly flips over, now facing away from Suguru, feeling his back pressed against his broad chest as Suguru spoons him now. He feels Suguru’s hardened dick pressed into him from behind and smiles into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in anticipation. Leaving wet kisses along Satoru’s neck and shoulder, Suguru pulls Satoru’s pants down. Satoru pushes them all the way off with his foot and flings them onto the floor haphazardly, the blanket now pushed down to the foot of the bed.

He hums as Suguru’s warm hand grips onto the flesh of his ass, smiling at the feeling of his fingers kneading harshly into his skin. Suguru pushes his own pants down and off, leaving them both there completely bare. Satoru’s eyes are closed as Suguru brings his hand back around to his front, taking Satoru’s dick in his hand and slowly moving his hand up and down. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of the large, warm hand wrapped around him.

Both of their movements are slow and unhurried as they rock against each other sleepily. Satoru squirms under Suguru’s touch, letting out a whine. Suguru continues to grind his hips slowly into Satoru, groaning at the pressure on his own dick. “Sugu.” Satoru whines as Suguru continues to slowly pump his hand along Satoru’s length. “Need you inside. Please.” 

Suguru smiles and removes his hand from Satoru’s dick, bringing it back up to his mouth, also feeling impatient himself. He gathers spit on his fingers before bringing his hand down to rub it over the tip and down his length. Satoru lets out a soft moan as Suguru slowly pushes himself inside. Suguru lets out a deep sigh, his arm wrapping around the front of Satoru, pulling him closer. 

He slowly continues until he’s buried all the way inside, closing his eyes at the sensation as Satoru squeezes around him. “Ah.” Satoru breathes out as he feels completely full, letting his eyes fall closed as he’s slowly being stretched out.

“You okay, baby?” Suguru sweetly asks him in a hushed voice. He presses warm, tender kisses to his neck from behind as he stills his hips, resting there for a moment, waiting for Satoru’s response and letting him adjust before he continues. 

“Mmhm,” Satoru assures weakly, nodding his head. Suguru smiles into his neck, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing them back in. Satoru’s back arches, pushing his hips back into Suguru as he lazily rocks himself forward. “Feels so good, Sugu.” Satoru mewls, reaching his arm back to grasp at Suguru in any way he can. Suguru smiles a sleepy smile as he feels Satoru’s hand reaching desperately behind him. 

Suguru brings his hand up to Satoru’s throat, carefully wrapping his fingers around, but not squeezing, just resting his fingers lightly. “Hah,” Satoru breathes out as he feels Suguru’s long fingers reaching around his neck, his mouth falling open at the feeling. Satoru turns his head, desperate to feel Suguru’s lips on his. Suguru brings his mouth to meet Satoru’s, his hand remaining wrapped lightly around his throat as their lips connect. Suguru licks slowly into Satoru’s mouth, continuing his slow, sleepy thrusts. Satoru’s tongue pushes back against Suguru’s, a whine escaping his mouth at the same time. 

Their lips part for a moment and Satoru turns back away from Suguru, unable to keep still, still feeling his fingers spread out around his neck. His hips squirm as he pushes them back, wanting to feel Suguru more. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Suguru whispers into Satoru’s ear warmly as he releases the loose grip on his neck and brings his hand up to Satoru’s mouth. He obediently opens his mouth, allowing Suguru to slip his index finger inside. He closes his lips around Suguru’s finger, the pad of it pressing against the middle of his tongue. 

Suguru lets his eyes fall closed as he feels Satoru squeezing around him, rutting his hips back to meet with him as he keeps his slow, tired pace. Satoru’s mouth falls open with a breathy moan, Suguru keeping his finger pressed into his tongue. Suguru lets out a groan as he removes his finger from Satoru’s mouth, bringing his arm back down to wrap around his torso, pulling him as close in as possible.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” Suguru manages to get out, his eyebrows knitting together as he continues, effortlessly hitting Satoru’s g-spot. 

Satoru quietly cries out in response, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he feels Suguru hit the spot perfectly. “Ah, fuck, Sugu-” He whimpers out, his eyes screwing shut as he feels Suguru wrap his hand around his dick, slowly pumping it up and down along with the pace of his thrusts. Satoru brings his bottom lip in between his teeth as he opens his eyes again, only for them to uncontrollably roll back at the two separate sensations happening. “Ngh, f-fuck.” Satoru whines quietly, his voice high pitched as he cries out.

Suguru smiles at the sound, panting lightly in Satoru’s ear, feeling his orgasm slowly but surely building up within him. “Satoru,” Suguru mewls out, unable to keep himself from saying it.

Satoru smiles, hearing his name come out of Suguru’s mouth in such a way, his voice desperate and needy as he said it, but still with all the love in the world. He feels his legs twitching uncontrollably, the feeling nearly overwhelming at this point. “Sugu- hah- pl-please don’t stop-p.” 

“Don’t wor-ry, baby.” Suguru whispers in response, his voice wavering slightly as he picks up his pace ever so slightly, chasing his orgasm that grows closer and closer. He continues pumping his hand on Satoru’s throbbing length, feeling his walls squeezing around him and knowing he’s close as well. Satoru whines out nothing but uncontrollable noises as he grows closer to his climax. “I know, baby, I know.” Suguru whines out in response, his eyes falling shut as he feels himself tip over the edge. “Fuck, ha-ah.” He pants out as he empties himself, still buried deep inside of Satoru. He sinks his teeth into the soft skin of Satoru’s shoulder, biting down as the wave of euphoria washes over him.

“F-fuck, Suguru!” Satoru cries as he feels Suguru finishing deep inside of him, his own orgasm coming to the climax as well. He cries out, his hips jerking uncontrollably as Suguru’s hand and hips continue through both of their orgasms. Suguru’s hips stutter before slowly coming to a stop. 

“Don’t pull out yet.” Satoru says, quietly, still breathing heavily from the high.

Suguru smiles into the back of Satoru’s neck, their skin both sticky and shiny, sticking together as they lie pressed tightly up against each other. “Feeling clingy, hmm?” Suguru teases in a hushed tone, staying buried inside of him. Despite the teasing, he doesn't want to pull out either. 

“Shut up.” Satoru says back in a sleepy voice, his face shoved into the pillow already. They’re both exhausted, no matter how lazy and slow their minimal movements were. 

“I love you too.” Suguru says into Satoru’s hair with a sleepy smile on his face. His arm is draped over Satoru’s torso, holding him close as they both close their eyes, ready to go back to bed. Just as quickly as they were awake, they’re both back asleep, their bodies perfectly nestled into one another.

~~~~~~~~~~

Satoru is the first to wake up, as usual. He still has Suguru’s arm wrapped around him, but they now lie facing each other. He smiles to himself as he rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up. The curtains are drawn shut, leaving the light filtered mostly out and keeping the room dim enough to continue sleeping. Satoru looks at the way Suguru’s face is squished into the pillow as his arm holds on tightly to Satoru’s torso. He presses a gentle kiss to Suguru’s forehead before carefully wiggling out of his grasp, suddenly realizing how gross and sticky he feels.

“Mmph,” Suguru grunts out as he feels Satoru escape from his grasp. Satoru turns back and sees that his eyes are still closed, a soft pout on his lips as he hair rests around his shoulders and down in front of his face. 

“Come on, we’re both gross.” Satoru says, standing up and looking down at Suguru with a smile as he starts making his way towards the bathroom. “I’ll get the water warm.” He says, stepping into the bathroom hearing nothing but another sleepy grunt from Suguru. He flicks on the light and immediately goes to turn on the water. While it heats up, he looks at himself in the mirror, noticing a couple teeth outlines on his right shoulder. He smiles and chuckles lightly to himself, as he brushes his teeth. 

By the time he finishes brushing his teeth, the water is warm so he steps into the shower. He lets out a satisfied sigh as the hot water runs over him, helping to wake him more from his still groggy state and soothe his sore muscles. He faces the water, rubbing his face with it and letting out another sigh at the feeling. Hearing the door open, he turns to see a tired looking Suguru walking in, very clearly . wishing he was still asleep

“Good morning my sleeping beauty.” Satoru says in a singsong voice as Suguru steps into the shower. He steps out of the way, allowing Suguru to stand under the water and wake up a little bit more. Suguru has his eyes closed, but a sleepy smile makes its way onto his face at the comment. 

“Good morning, baby.” He says in a gravelly voice, his eyes still closed as he lets the hot water soak his hair. He rubs his face, trying to wake himself up, and opens his eyes, looking at Satoru who has a beaming smile on his face. “Did you sleep well?”

“Of course I did with you next to me.” Satoru responds with a wink and a cheeky smile. Suguru chuckles lightly at him, finally waking up a bit more. “What about you?”

Suguru looks down at the ground for a moment before looking back at Satoru. “Me too.” He says with a shy smile, looking into Satoru’s eyes as he says it.

They quickly finish up their shower and get dressed, ready to go out and get some breakfast. Satoru pulls the sheets off the bed and tosses them into a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. I’ll deal with those later. 

Suguru decides to put all of his hair up, checking it out in the mirror one last time before he and Satoru step out of his room. “You look hot, Sugu.” Satoru says, leaning over Suguru’s shoulder and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. He sees that he’s wearing a loose white button up with black pants, and a leather jacket on top. Suguru pushes him off of him with a chuckle.

“Knock it off.” He says, his cheeks slightly pink, shaking his head with a smile. “I need coffee.” He says, looking Satoru up and down, noticing what he’s wearing. He has on a loose fitting pair of jeans with a light colored crewneck sweater. “You look hot too, I guess.” Suguru says, playfully rolling his eyes as they make their way out towards the front door.

“You really think so?!” Satoru asks excitedly, turning around to look at Suguru as he grabs his wallet and keys from the table next to the front door. Suguru shakes his head as he pulls on his shoes. Satoru goes to pull on his shoes but quickly runs around the corner into the kitchen. “Sorry Shi! I almost forgot to feed you!” He calls out as he opens a can and scoops half of it into her bowl. 

She immediately comes running at the sound and starts eating as soon as Satoru sets the bowl back down on the ground. He sticks a lid on the can and sticks it in the fridge for later. “Alright,” Satoru says as he comes back towards the front door, pulling on his shoes. “I’m thinking our usual cafe, if you’re cool with going all the way over there?” He grabs an umbrella, noticing the rain outside before he opens the front door and they step out into the hallway. Suguru nods his head in agreement, happy with pretty much anywhere that has coffee. He leaves his bag, planning on coming back after they get breakfast before he heads home.

As they step outside, Satoru opens up the umbrella, holding it poorly over the two of them for a minute before Suguru takes over, tired of getting rained on and grabbing it from his hand. He holds it steadily with a smile over the both of them as they walk towards the station. 

The train isn’t too busy as it’s nearing 10am on a Tuesday morning. They find seats close to the door of the train and sit down, each of them with one of Satoru’s headphones in an ear as they listen to music together. The voice of the train announces that the doors are closing and to hold on. Satoru wraps his arms dramatically around Suguru. “It said to hold on!” He explains with a smile on his face as Suguru tries to gently push him off.

“Satoru, come on, quiet down.” He says in a hushed voice, not wanting to draw too much attention. He smiles as Satoru holds onto him, but blushes slightly at so much affection in public. Satoru sits back in his seat, crossing his legs and opting to just rest his head on Suguru’s shoulder instead. They sit quietly as the train travels along, just listening to their music as they wait for their stop. 

“What are you gonna get?” Satoru asks, lifting his head up and looking over at Suguru. 

Suguru twists his lips to the side as he thinks about it. “Other than coffee, I was thinking maybe pancakes? What about you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. 

“Oh, I’m definitely getting french toast.” He answers, having already thought about it. Suguru smiles at how excited he seems about having french toast for breakfast. Satoru rests his hand on Suguru’s leg, giving it a squeeze as he rests his head back down on his shoulder. The rest of the ride is quiet until they reach their stop. 

“Come on!” Satoru says, excitedly grabbing onto Suguru’s hand and practically pulling him out of the train as soon as the doors open. “Suguru, let’s goooo!” He whines as Suguru tries to keep up the pace with him. Suguru opens the umbrella back up, holding it over the two of them as they hurry in the direction of the cafe. 

“Satoru, slow down!” He calls out with a laugh as he tries to pull back on his hand in an attempt to slow him down. “The french toast will still be there if we’re a couple minutes later.” Satoru finally slows his pace, allowing Suguru to catch back up with him, their hands now laced together in between them as they walk down the sidewalk. 

The sound of the rain pattering against the umbrella is calming as they walk down the peaceful street. The sky is grey as it pours rain down onto the streets below, the air smelling fresh and clean from the rainwater.

Their long legs carry them quickly towards the cafe. As soon as they make it to the block that the cafe is on, Satoru takes off running ahead of Suguru, not worried whatsoever about the rain, just wanting to make it there first to open the door for him. Suguru chuckles as he hurries towards the door, not wanting Satoru to have to stand out in the rain for too long. “Satoru Gojo, you are ridiculous.” He says, shaking his head as he closes the umbrella and shakes it off before stepping inside. 

The cafe is especially warm and inviting today because of the weather outside, but is less busy than it typically would be, most likely also due to the heavy rain. Satoru waits for Suguru as he wraps up the umbrella and holds out his hand to him, lacing their fingers back together. They make their way up to the counter together, seeing Yuji coming out from the back.

“Hey Gojo! Hey Geto!” He calls out as he approaches them with a smile on his face.

“Hey Yuji,” Suguru says back, a soft smile on his face as he looks down at Yuji.

“How was your guys’ trip?” He asks, looking between the two of them excitedly as Satoru bends over and looks at the sweets in the case, still holding onto Suguru’s hand. 

“Really good.” Satoru says, standing up straight with a cheeky smile on his face. Yuji smiles back up at him before his eyes finally flash to where their hands are laced together and back up to Satoru’s face. Satoru sees it finally click in Yuji’s eyes and smiles, scrunching his nose slightly at him as Yuji’s smile grows.

“I’m glad you had a good time,” He says with a smile. “Do you guys know what you want?” He asks as Satoru continues looking at the display case, weighing all his options. 

“I’m gonna get my usual coffee and I think I’m also gonna get some pancakes.” Suguru says with a soft smile on his face. “What do you want, Toru?” He asks, saying the pet name slightly quieter, it just slipping out as he looks over to Satoru.

“Can I get french toast, but with extra whipped cream on top?” He asks, standing back up and looking at Yuji with a smile on his face. “Ooh can I also get a hot chocolate?” 

“You’ve got it!” Yuji says with a similar smile, looking back up at the two of them in front of him. Before Satoru knows it, Suguru’s already tapped his phone to the machine to pay.

“Hey!” Satoru says as he notices just barely too late.

“Too late!” Suguru says, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk as he turns to look at Satoru. He points to the empty table in the back corner and Satoru turns to head in that direction. Satoru takes the seat that faces out towards the cafe, leaving Suguru with the other one, which he doesn’t mind. 

“I’m paying next time.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows, trying to look intimidating, but failing greatly. Suguru chuckles lightly, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“We’ll see.” He says, closing his eyes with a smile. Satoru crosses his arms and shakes his head, furrowing his brows, yet unable to keep the smile from his face. 

“How the hell am I supposed to go back to work tomorrow?” Satoru asks, leaning the side of his head on his hand as he looks across the table at Suguru. 

“Stop being such a big baby, Satoru, you’ll be fine.” He says playfully, shaking his head at Satoru. Opening his mouth to respond, Satoru gets cut off by hearing his name from up at the counter. “I’ll be right back.” Suguru says, standing up to go grab their drinks. 

Satoru watches him as he makes his way through the cafe, a smile on his face at the sight. He takes in every detail of his outfit, his hair, even his face as he approaches the table once again. He looks up at Suguru, his eyes practically the shape of hearts as he sits with his chin in his palm.

“You good?” Suguru asks with a smile as he sits back down at the table, setting Satoru’s drink in front of him, his own drink in his hand.

“Great.” Satoru says with a smile as he continues looking at Suguru’s face.

“You’re weird.” Suguru responds with a light chuckle as he shakes his head and sits back in his chair. He takes a sip of his drink, looking around at the few other people in the cafe. He notices an older couple a couple tables away from them. “What are you thinking?” Suguru asks as he gestures towards them with his head. He sits there with a smile, excited to see what story Satoru will cook up in his mind.

“Hmmm.” He hums, tapping his chin as he looks at the couple. They're smiling and occasionally laughing together. They seem to be a married couple, presumably together for a long, long time. “I bet they started out as coworkers,” He says, looking back at Suguru with a cheeky smirk. “And then they fell in love and have been together ever since.” He finishes, looking Suguru in the eyes as he says it. 

Suguru smiles back at him, feeling his heart racing in his chest. “Hm.” He says, tilting his head, trying to press his lips together to hide the giant smile that threatens to overcome his face. As he’s looking across the table at Satoru, a girl with short reddish-brown hair walks up to their table, holding a plate in each hand.

“Hey guys!” She says, setting the plates down in front of each of them. “Yuji told me you guys had a good trip?” She says, eyebrows slightly raised as she looks from Suguru over to Satoru.

“Thanks, Kugisaki! Yeah, it was really good.” Satoru says with a smile. They hadn’t seen her in a while and were both happy to see her back at the cafe. 

“Well I’m glad you two had a good time.” She says with another polite smile before retreating back towards the kitchen. 

Satoru’s eyes are wide as he looks down at the heap of sugar in front of him. Suguru chuckles lightly to himself at the look on Satoru’s face as he eyes the french toast. They eat mostly in silence, not realizing how hungry they were until they took their first bites. Not so much as a peep leaves Satoru’s mouth as he downs his breakfast.

“So all it takes is some french toast to shut you up, huh?” Suguru says with a smirk on his face, popping his final bite of pancake into his mouth. Satoru shoots him a fake scowl as he shakes his head.

“I know you love hearing me talk.” Satoru says, crossing his arms dramatically. Suguru smiles back at him, giving him a wink that makes his cheeks pink for a moment. 

“Wanna head back?” Suguru asks, pointing towards the door behind him. Satoru nods his head enthusiastically, standing up and slowly starting towards the front door. Suguru follows closely behind, making sure to grab the umbrella to have ready. 

“Bye Gojo! Bye Geto!” Yuji calls out with a smile as they head out the front door, leaving a smile and a wave as they step out into the gloomy Tuesday morning atmosphere. 

“It was so nice and warm in there!” Satoru says, huddling closer to Suguru as they walk through the rain, shielded underneath the umbrella. Suguru smiles and nods his head before hearing his phone start ringing in his pocket. He stops for a moment up against a building out of the way to fish his phone out of his pocket. He sees that it’s Nanami and slides it open to answer it.

Suguru hands the umbrella to Satoru for him to hold as he brings the phone up to his ear. “Hello?... I’m not right now, but I can be…” Satoru stands there as he listens to one side of the conversation, the patter of the rain making it too loud to make out what Nanami is saying on the other side. “Okay, I’ll let you know as soon as I’m back… Okay, bye.” He presses the red button to end the call and shoves the phone back into his pocket, taking the umbrella back from Satoru and continuing walking.

“What was that?” Satoru asks, curious about the phone call.

“Um- I have to go home,” Suguru starts, looking over at Satoru with a disappointed face. “Nanami needs me to do some stuff and I need my laptop and he needs it done as soon as possible.” Satoru furrows his brows together as he learns this information.

“So why are we going back towards the train station?” Satoru asks, cocking his head, confused as he knows Suguru lives close by.

“I’m walking you back.” Suguru says like it’s nothing. He smiles as he laces their fingers back together, giving Satoru’s hand a squeeze as they walk down the sidewalk together. 

“But you’re gonna get all wet! Let me walk you home!” Satoru says, stopping in his tracks. 

“Satoru, it’s fine, really.” Suguru insists, trying to pull Satoru along, but failing anyways. 

“No! I’m walking you home!” He says, now determined to walk Suguru home and keep him dry. He turns back around and starts heading in the direction of Suguru’s apartment building. Suguru decides to not even try and fight it and gives in, following Satoru. He keeps hold of the umbrella as they make the short walk back to his apartment.

“Thank you for walking me back, baby.” Suguru says sweetly as they approach the front doors of the building, finally covered by the awning that covers the front doors. He hands the umbrella back to Satoru and gives his hand a squeeze.

“Any time.” Satoru says with a wink that makes Suguru laugh and roll his eyes. He gives Satoru a kiss on the cheek and goes to turn towards the front door before he feels himself yanked back by his hand. “I know  you’re not trying to leave without giving me a real kiss, Suguru Geto.” 

Suguru’s eyes widen hearing his full name out of Satoru’s mouth. He smiles as he turns back around to face Satoru, still holding onto his hand. He gives it another squeeze as he brings his other hand up to the side of Satoru’s face, gently cupping it. Their lips come together, a long peck as they stand in front of the building. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Suguru reassures, raising his eyebrows at Satoru who nods back at him with a smile. “I’ll talk to you after I finish this for Nanami, okay?” He says, backing up towards the door and pulling it open. Satoru nods with a smile, watching as Suguru slowly backs into the doorway. “I love you, Toru.” He says, a smile on his face as he backs through the door.

“I love you too, Sugu.” Satoru says with a smile before Suguru disappears through the door and off into the building, up to his apartment to do his work. 

Turning around to head back to the train station, Satoru first sticks both of his headphones into his ears and presses play on his playlist, hoping that some upbeat music will make the walk feel a little less grey and gloomy. His phone vibrates in his pocket as he rounds the corner of the block leaving from Suguru’s apartment building.

‘Let me know when you make it home 🖤’ 

Satoru smiles to himself as he reads the message, clutching his phone happily in his hand as he walks along down the rainy city street back towards the train station. 

chapter 14

[timotey]

Ficlet: His, Just His

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Coda to episode 9, ie SMUT. Unbeta'd.

Phaya needs Tharn. He just... he just needs Tharn.

(Well, a smut fic. Lo and behold. Who woulda thought, right? 😋)

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“This is… not... a good idea,” Tharn tries to protest between kisses. "You're still... hurt!"

But Phaya doesn't care. All he cares about is cradling Tharn’s face in his hands, walking him backwards towards the bedroom and kissing him, as if Tharn's kisses were all he needed to draw breath into his lungs. And they are.

Tharn rests his hands on Phaya’s forearms and kisses back as best as he can but he can’t seem to keep up, Phaya’s need is overwhelming. “Alright, alright, just… just allow me–”

Phaya covers Tharn's mouth with his, plunging his tongue in, drinking him deep. And Tharn squeezes his forearms tight, not to push him away, though, but as if he needed something to hold onto. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, a swallowed moan.

Pulling back a little, Phaya stares down at Tharn, at his fluttering eyelashes, at his lips, slightly parted and red and swollen, bruised a little from Phaya's greed. And he just-he just wants. He wants Tharn. He needs Tharn, the urge that’s driving him, it's making him jittery and restless and…

“Tharn,” Phaya breathes out, Tharns face still in his hands, thumbs stroking Tharn’s cheeks, and bends down to press their foreheads together. He should explain but he’s not sure if he can, not without sounding completely mad. And so, in the end, he just says, “I need this, I need you. Please, please, let me have you.”

Tharn’s caressing Phaya's wrists his thumbs, drawing small circles, and he must sense some of Phaya’s urgency, because he draws up slowly, not looking away from Phaya, and plants one, two, three gentle, feather like kisses on Phaya’s lips before whispering, “Okay. Okay, Phaya, anything you want. Anything…”

Something inside Phaya relaxes, something that felt clenched and warped and wired wrong ever since he woke up in his hospital room with no Tharn in sight. The knot loosens. Finally.

He lets go of Tharn’s face and pulls Tharn’s t-shirt over his head in one smooth move - and Tharn lets him. And then he guides Tharn to the bed, laying him down on his back, and with a hand on Tharn’s neck, his favorite spot, he starts marking his way down Tharn’s skin, down his chest and stomach, with kisses - and Tharn lets him. 

Tharn lets him do all this and he takes Phaya’s hand in his and pulls it up and presses his lips to Phaya's knuckles. It’s a gesture of comfort, not of lust, and it’s exactly what Phaya needs. 

He reaches for Tharn’s pants and undoes them and pulls them off, the pants and his boxer shorts and his socks, everything, he divests Tharn of everything, and then he devours Tharn with his eyes, the soft, soft skin, his member, now half-hard, his smooth chest and a face so beautiful it takes his breath away. 

Tharn turns his head away and closes his eyes, he hides behind his hand, knuckles pressed against his lips. He’s blushing, he’s shy about being seen like this, naked and spread out, by Phaya who’s still fully dressed.

And Phaya’s heart beats hard against his ribs and it hurts a little - a lot! - and he feels a little weak - his knees are trembling from exhaustion - but he cannot stop staring, he cannot stop wanting, needing. 

Because, he realizes, this is what he needed, what he couldn’t say out loud: he wanted Tharn laid out like this, for him, submitting himself to him, showing him that he’s Phaya’s and no one else’s in the most sensual, carnal, naked way possible. He won’t ever be able to say it out loud, not without sounding like some neanderthal, but it’s the truth, he can at least admit it to himself.

Phaya crawls up the bed, running his hand up Tharn’s leg, and then he takes Tharn into his mouth, tasting him on his tongue, feeling him immediately grow fully hard. Phaya lifts his eyes to see Tharn clamp his hand against his mouth to smother a keening sound, to see him clench his fist into the bedspread… 

And he realizes that this is the first head Tharn’s being given, this is the first time Tharn’s experiencing such pleasure. And it’s with him, with Phaya. His chest feels full to bursting. 

Phaya’s moving his mouth up and down Tharn’s shaft, massaging Tharn’s thighs, enjoying the way Tharn’s hips twitch with his need to thrust into the moist heat of Phaya's mouth. But Tharn’s still holding back, afraid to hurt Phaya, he's biting his knuckles hard and his hand is fisted so tightly in the bedspread that it’s all white. 

That won’t do.

Phaya reaches up, touches Tharn’s clenched hand, and putting slight pressure on the knuckles, he opens it, pulls it close and rests it on his own head, buries Tharn’s fingers in his own hair, encourages Tharn to grip tight, to take whatever he needs. Tharn always gives, he gives so much of himself, but Phaya wants him to take too, especially something that’s his to take in the first place, freely given.

And Tharn does, with a sob, he grips Phaya’s hair tight and he pulls him close and Phaya goes gladly, sucking Tharn in and swallowing him. 

It takes just a moment - Phaya knows what he's doing and he's set to give Tharn the most pleasurable of experiences - and Tharn shouts a warning to Phaya, tries to nudge him away, but Phaya refuses to move, pulling up to take a breath and plunging down again, taking Tharn deep - and that’s the last straw. Tharn comes, shuddering in Phaya’s hands, clenching his fingers into Phaya’s hair and biting his knuckles hard. And Phaya doesn’t let a single drop escape.

Tharn’s fingers loosen up, his hand slips from Phaya’s head. He turns utterly boneless and loose beneath Phaya, trembling all over. His hips still twitch minutely when Phaya lifts his head, letting Tharn's softening shaft slip from his lips. 

Phaya looks up and what a sight Tharn makes, lying there like that, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, legs lightly spread, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, panting hard, a picture of debauchery, of satiated lust.

And Phaya himself… is barely half hard. He did just almost die and his body really isn’t up to anything as strenuous as sex. But he doesn’t mind at all. Because this, this was never about him. This was about Tharn, for Tharn. 

Phaya crawls up Tharn’s body, blanketing him, covering him whole, and slides his hand beneath Tharn’s head, grips it and holds it steady for a hard kiss, letting Tharn taste himself on Phaya’s tongue. 

Tharn’s pliant, taking Phaya in… and then he's kissing him back. He wraps one arm around Phaya, gripping the back of Phaya’s t-shirt, and tries to reach down with the other, seeking out Phaya’s shaft to give back, not just to take. 

But Phaya’s having none of it. He catches Tharn’s wandering hand and slams it against the bed next to Tharn’s head, lacing their fingers together. They’re still kissing, their tongues sliding lazily against each other, and Tharn’s in his arms, Tharn is his.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

You asked for some ideas - here's one:

Matt has been out of town for a week and isn't due back until tomorrow. But you were feeling very horny and can't wait that long. You are taking care of yourself when Matt comes home early.

He hadn't called ahead, wanting to surprise you. You kiss him hello, trying to act like you hadn't just been on the edge of an orgasm. But this is Matt so of course he notices. And well, you aren't the only one who is feeling eager.

Oooft sorry this took so long!

He can hear so clearly, above the ever present din of sirens and street noise in the city, the soft sounds you're making while alone in your shared bed, still under the impression that he wouldn't be back home until tomorrow. He does feel a little guilty listening in like this. He's got an unfair advantage over you that you have no idea he's just a rooftop away as you touch yourself, but as he nears ever closer to the apartment and he can almost feel the thick and fast beat of your heart as you near your peak, that guilt melts away. His dress pants grow uncomfortably tight with every step he takes towards the front door.

As he slides his key in the lock he picks up on the jump in your chest as you hear the door opening and frantically try to calm down, quickly rearranging the rumpled covers over yourself as if you weren't just about to come apart with the sound of his name on your lips.

“Matt!? You're home early!?” You call, your adorably flustered tone like music to his ears.

He wonders if he can toy with you a little more before he admits what he's almost caught you at. Matt folds and sets his cane on the table, and as he makes his way into the bedroom the sweet musk of your arousal surrounds him like a mist. He can tell you're wearing one of his old shirts, the thought of you sleeping alone covered in his scent fills his chest with a warm sense of pride.

The shirt is the only thing you're wearing, the glow of the bare parts of your heated skin further illustrating just how turned on you are.

“Hi,” he greets you with a smile he hopes doesn't give his game away just yet, sitting on the side of the bed next to you and leaning down to give you a kiss. “so you didn't want me to come home early?” Matt teases. Your delicious scent is strong on your fingertips, and it's taking every effort for him not to take over and finish what you started.

“No, I- mean, I was just-”

Your floundering is the cutest, and that smile on his lips begins to widen as you surreptitiously clench your thighs together trying to deny your ‘alone time’.

“You were just…?”

Matt knows it's cruel but he's enjoying making you squirm too much to quit, and he'll more than make it all up to you in a minute.

“Uh, just having a nap.”

“Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.”

“It's really okay, I wasn't really asleep, and I'm glad you're back.”

Matt slips a hand under the sheets, gently stroking along your bare thigh. “No, you weren't really asleep, were you sweetheart?”

You swallow and shake your head, your heart rate climbing back up again as he slowly leans down to kiss so soft and sensuously at the spot right below your ear before whispering-

“Tell me what you need.”

His fingers trace a path up to your hip, drawing small deliberate circles of increasing circumference, the tips of them just barely brushing over the juncture of your thighs making you hum and make space between them. Matt smiles but doesn't change his course, waiting for you to reach your arms up and around his neck, pulling him over you into a kiss.

He indulges you, tongue sliding and tangling with your own drawing desperation and urging sounds from your throat. When you break for breath he asks again.

“C'mon sweetie, use your words for me.”

“Need you, Matt.” you respond, reaching for his crotch to palm the sizable bulge there to make your request crystal clear. “Missed you so much-”

His eyes crinkle, wincing at the sensitivity as you caress him through his pants. Then he's on the bed beside you and you're watching hungrily as the leather of his belt slips through the loops and the button and fly are undone, and suddenly you're being guided to straddle him, and he's dragging the fat head of his cock between your glistening folds and your mouth hangs open in a silent ‘o’ as he pushes up inside with one deep punch of his hips.

“Fuck, I missed you too.”

[thatfanficstuff]

a writing request for Caroline Forbes, if you write f/f?

As mentioned previously, I have a soft spot for sassy blondes and that list would not be complete without Caroline Forbes. She is one of my favorites. It took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to write, but here you go. Thank you so much for the request!

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Treat You Right

Pairing: Caroline Forbes x Reader

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You sat at the edge of the living room in the Salvatore boarding house. As usual, your friends were bickering and you were trying to stay out of it.

"Nobody asked you, blondie," Damon snapped at Caroline cutting off what she was about to say.

Your favorite blonde's shoulders slumped as she sort of folded in on herself. No. That wasn't happening.

You stood from your chair drawing the attention of most of the room. The benefit of rarely getting involved, is when you did, they listened.

"Don't talk to her like that, Salvatore." Your voice was firm but even you had to admit, you didn't sound very threatening.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. I'm not going to be nice just because you have a crush on her."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you kept your gaze from glancing at the woman in question. You didn't like being exposed but you weren't going to deny it. Caroline deserved more than that.

You stomped over to him and shoved against his chest. "Listen here, asshole. You're going to be nice to her because she's the sweetest person here. She cares about everyone and takes care of them and she put up with more of your shit than any one person should have to."

You ignored the anger in his eyes and shoved him again. "You used her and abused her just to prove a point with Elena. She should have staked you when she remembered everything you put her through. But she didn't. For Elena. She kept her mouth shut when Elena started flirting with your ass. That's the kind of friend she is.

"And what does she get in return? Friends that lecture her and treat her like shit when she turns. A supposed best friend that dates the guy that practically raped her and we're just all supposed to be okay with that. You drag her into your shit and when she tries to help, you tell her to shut up. I'm only here for her and we're leaving."

You turned to Caroline to find her watching you with wide eyes. You swallowed your nerves and held out a hand. "Come on, Care. We've got better things to do than saving the damsel yet again. She needs to get her shit together."

"Hey," Elena whined but you ignored it as per usual.

Caroline gave you a beautiful smile and let you pull her to her feet. Instead of releasing your hand, she intwined her fingers with yours. Everyone in the room was quiet as the two of you left.

Once you were outside, she tugged you to a stop and turned to face you. "Did you mean it?"

You rubbed a finger across the bridge of your nose and gave her a little shrug. "They don't treat you right. I don't like it."

She smiled again. "And you? Will you treat me right?"

"I'd be honored."

Her lips found yours and your eyes slipped closed as you relished in the softness, the taste of the girl you'd been crazy about since fifth grade.

It was perfect.

[sugarwithsarcasm]

Darius and Hunter spend time at an amusement park, and its all fun and games until Hunter expects Darius to just drink this nasty looking drink, just because he asked him to? What, he thought he was going soft for him? He still had his dignity intact, he was not going to drink what looked like vomit in a cup. (He totally drank it)

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“Hunter, I thought you told me that you were going to get us some tea.” Darius shook his head at exasperation, glaring at the two bright green slush in identical plastic cups. “ This isn’t tea.” 

Hunter gave Darius a toothy, mischievous grin that had Darius regretting having ever trusted Hunter to get them both something to drink while he held both of their spots in line at some corny roller coaster he hadn’t bothered to remember the name of. “But it is!” He smirked, not noticing the only semi-playful glare Darius was trying his best to give him (it was hard to be mad at the kid, okay?). “According to the cashier, it's a human specialty! Apparently it's all the rage with human kids my age.” He smirked, leaning against the gray railings. 

“Yes well, in case you haven’t noticed, we are both not human teenagers. Titan, I’m not even either of them.” Darius sighed. He was probably being dramatic but in his defense he was really looking forward to some Seawater extract tea. 

“Aw ‘come on! We need to get in the spirit, we’re human today! Everyone here is!” Darius rolled his eyes, a small smile betraying his face. He had taken Hunter to a new Human themed amusement park and although he had initially been worried that Hunter would be a bit too old to enjoy going on rides with Darius for the day, he was pleasantly surprised by how happy Hunter seemed to be, beaming and quickly obsessing over the atmosphere of the park. 

“Yes, I must admit that attitude is fun to an extent, but tea is where I draw the line, the human world is filled with absolute tea filth.” Hunter pouted, his hands clutching on to the two cups. 

“Aw come on Darius, don’t be so stubborn! I bet you’ll like it if you give it a shot. It’s tea, kind of hard to screw up.” Hunter tried shoving a cup into Darius’s arms, who simply crossed them, refusing to look at the mucus colored goop. 

“It’s not tea, it's a milkshake.” He swatted the cup as they began to move forward, “an ugly one too.” 

Hunter stomped behind Darius, still holding onto his two cups. “It is not a milkshake, it's a blended ice tea. A Green Tea Frappuccino with Oat Milk to be specific.” Hunter smiled smugly, Darius almost smiled at how proud he seemed to be with himself. Almost. 

“Oat milk? What strange sorcery exists that allows for oats to be milked?” Darius raised an eyebrow at Hunter who merely sighed and shook his head. “Just drink both, little prince.”

“Noooo,” Hunter whined as they climbed halfway up the stairs following the line and ignoring the strange demonic sounds coming from the strange, mythical human creatures such as a panda and a giraffe. “I wanted us to try something together! You know, adventure together!” 

Darius looks over at Hunter, who is staring down at his tattered shoelaces biting his lip. His expression softened, bending down to reach eye level with Hunter who looked at him with a confused expression. “Fine then little prince, if you wish to go on an adventure, then I will follow eagerly.” 

He relished in the way Hunter’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really?” He broke out in a wide grin – it saddened Darius when he later realized it was the happiest he had ever seen the poor boy – and jumped up and down. “Oh this is going to be so cool!” 

Darius chuckled as he watched Hunter carefully inspect each cup. “Well? Don’t make me wait too long, I’m becoming more and more convinced against this idea each second that follows.” 

“Hold up, I'm checking which one has more.” Hunter smiled, squinting at both of the cups. 

“Oh give me that,” Darius grabbed a cup out of his hand, playfully shoving him in the process. 

Hunter snickered, “you seem awfully eager.” Darius rolled his eyes, and with a smile, brought the straw to his lips. “Wait!” Hunter poked his arm, “Let’s take a photo of us drinking it for the first time together!” He leaned his scroll against the railing on the floor. Just as he was about to scold Hunter for setting his dirty scroll on the dirty floor, he looked over and saw Hunter beam, yelling out, “Chug it Darius!” 

They both took a sip on cue together, an eager slurping noise coming from Hunter. Darius tensed, expecting a bitter flavor but was surprised by the sweetness of the tea? If he was being honest, although he did enjoy it, it tasted much more like a milkshake than an actual tea. He decided against bringing this up as he saw Hunter’s excited expression, his cup already a quarter of the way down. 

“Take it easy little prince, I don’t want you getting sick on me. This cape is new, if you vomit all over it don’t think I am above making you pay for it to be cleaned.” Darius said, lightly laughing. 

“ISN’T IT SO GOOD DARIUS?????” Hunter chirped, slightly louder than what was socially acceptable. 

“Yes, yes it us little prince, I should’ve never doubted you.” He smiled at him, the two of them walking to a cupboard where they were instructed to set their bags (and drinks, much to the annoyance of Hunter) before getting on the ride. Just as he was about to follow Hunter to their seat, he received a notification from Hunter’s Penstagram account. There he was, a small smile on his face sipping on the icy drink with Hunter who was slurping it excitedly. Captioned underneath the photo read, “Adventurous eats with my dad!!” 

Darius was absolutely beaming on that stupid photo they took of them on the stupid roller coaster, making sure to frame that photo on the wall, making it the first of many family photos. 

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 22

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,075

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 22 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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After your exchange with Taehyung you turn in your spot and head towards the library where you find Namjoon sat at a table reading through a book. His eyes draw up to you the moment you make your appearance apparent but you're sure he already knew you were nearby just by the beat of your heart. Maybe even smelling your scent beforehand. He smiles at you and points to the seat across from where you slowly sit down as he pushes the book to the side after closing it. You can't see the title of it as it lies with the back cover facing upward. Namjoon notices your attention on it and his dimpled smile grows wider as he points to the book.

"Sleeping Beauties," he says. "By Stephen King and his son Owen. Have you read it before?"

You shake your head no and subtly bite your lip in thought. "I haven't. Is it good?"

He nods his head. "Even more so if you're a fan of King's work." He taps the back of the book a few times before smiling. "I recommend it. Let's say this is the first and I'll be sure to bring you a wider list of books to read tomorrow."

You can't help the smile that breaks across your lips. "Sounds like a plan."

He mirrors your smile with one of his own.

There's something cheeky about the way he smiles. Like he's being playful and you have to admit that you like it. It's a feeling you've never felt before and you chalk that up to never having interacted with people outside of coworkers and your formal Masters like this. Hoseok doesn't count and neither does Seokjin and Jungkook because their personalities are not to your liking. Namjoon feels like a breath of fresh air and a part of you wants to cling to that but you know you can't because you have to escape from this hell hole. The thought of that kind of dims your mood a bit but you don't let it get to you.

"So," Namjoon starts bringing you out of your thoughts. "Did you take care of that thing you were concerned over?"

You nod your head. "I did."

"Everything good?"

"Mmhmm."

He smiles. "That's good." He stares at you for a moment before he frowns. "Everything alright?"

You hum questioningly. "Yeah I am."

Namjoon doesn't look entirely convinced. "Sorry it just seemed like you were out of it for a second there."

"Oh." You pause as you think on his words.

Did you really? You thought you were just fine save, of course, when you bumped into Taehyung. Your mood after having found out your money was left untouched soured considerably but you didn't think it showed so much.

Namjoon gives you an unreadable look before giving a soft smile. "You know you can tell me anything. Even if it's at my brothers' expense."

You frown a little as you think about it. Would he really be okay with that? It's not about Hoseok so maybe it's okay.

You sigh before wringing your hands together on top of the table. "I um - I just ran into your brother just now. Taehyung."

His eyes look deeply into your own. Encouraging you to continue."

You hesitate a moment before speaking. "He's very protective of Hoseok I see."

Like a light bulb going off in his head Namjoon gives a soft "Ah. I see." He purses his lips as he looks at your hands. "I take it you must have felt a bit intimidated." He nods to himself before looking back up at you. "He has that effect but don't worry too much."

You scoff lightly. "Wasn't it you who told me he has anger issues? And I got to see first hand what to expect if I hurt Hoseok."

Your hands continue to worry between each other before a hand comes to lie over them. It's Namjoon's and he gives you a gentle squeeze to stop you.

"I did say that."

Your face warms at his touch but you stop wringing your hands. He squeezes once again until you pull your hands back towards you where they lie separate from one another.

"And yes he's probably going to keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't hurt our brother."

You bring your hands up to your head with a drawn out groan.

"But," Namjoon starts. "He'd have to go through Hoseok first if he wanted to hurt you. Go through me as well."

Though you could care less about Hoseok defending you your heart pitter patters at his last statement.

Your hands come back down to the table and you look down shyly at them. "Why are you so nice to me?" You couldn't begin to even understand why.

Namjoon throws a soft smile your way. "You haven't given me a reason not to be nice to you."

You frown. "Even with knowing that I don't want to be with Hoseok?"

He nods. "Even if you don't want to be with Hoseok. Your happiness comes first in this because clearly my brother is in the wrong here."

You shake your head softly. "I'm sorry but it's just weird to hear you're on my side when everyone else isn't."

He huffs a little but you can tell it's not because he's annoyed with you.

"What will it take for me to convince you?"

What will it take? Gods you feel floored by Namjoon. You've only gotten to know him for a few hours and he's gone out of his way to make you feel so warm and welcomed. It feels a little too good to be true in your little nightmare of a life but he's doing his best you note.

Your eyes dart around while you're stuck in your thoughts. Trying to come up with a reason as to why you shouldn't trust him but you're coming up blank. Is it truly possible that one out of seven brothers isn't as bad as you'd think he'd be? He also said that Yoongi was the most normal out of all them. If given the chance to speak with him would he be as nice and welcoming as Namjoon? Something akin to hope begins to blossom within your chest at the thought, but you know you have to be careful nonetheless.

You notice then you've been quiet for a while leaving the vampire before you without an answer. You look him in his inquisitive yet gentle eyes and nod to yourself. His brow raises as you go to speak.

"Time. I just need some time."

Namjoon's lips part into a dimpled smile. "I can give you that. So long as you trust me along the way."

You smile back and nod. "Okay."

There's a knock on the doorframe behind you. You turn your head to see who it is and freeze when you see Hoseok. He's leant against the frame where he smiles at you before he stands up straight. He's clearly happy to see you while you feel far from that. His steps are light as he makes his way to you before he's standing behind you and engulfs your body into a hug. You're stiff in his arms as you look back towards Namjoon. His expression is unreadable before it morphs into a somewhat happy one when Hoseok directs his sites onto him.

"Having fun?" Hoseok asks.

Namjoon hums before placing his chin onto his palm. "You could say that."

Hoseok giggles before he places a kiss onto the side of your head.

"I thought you'd have more work to do." His brother says.

You were thinking the same thing until your captor made his appearance.

"I do," Hoseok starts. "But I'll put off the rest for tomorrow." He squeezes you tighter in his arms. "I missed you too much."

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembles as your little world you were beginning to create slowly falls apart before Hoseok's presence. The true realization of your predicament hits hard and you wish this all weren't real. Despite knowing why you were here in this home it mostly affected you negatively while being here around him. It leaves you feeling raw, irritated, hopeless, alone.

When you stare at Namjoon he's careful not to look your way. His eyes on his brother instead who begins to rock you gently side to side. You wish he would look at you to give you some reassurance but the way he eyes his brother is indecipherable at best.

"What are your plans then?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok releases you to stand upright but his hands are perched onto your shoulders. His grip isn't tight enough to hurt but enough to know you won't be going anywhere.

"Whatever my love would like to do."

Namjoon looks at you after Hoseok speaks - drawing all the attention to you now.

Your captor leans over to your side a bit as he hums questioningly before pecking your cheek with his lips. "Anything you have in mind, baby?"

Your eyes shift from side to side now that you have unwanted attention upon yourself. You give an awkward "Um" before shrugging your shoulders. Your original plan was to stay in the library and talk more with Namjoon until Hoseok ruined everything. You can feel the way his thumbs press hard into your shoulders and you can't tell if it's because he's trying to give you a massage or warn you to have care with your next words.

Your eyes water a bit as you feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of your heart and your hands ball up into fists to ward off the shaking. You swallow deeply before looking somewhat Hoseok's way. Should you tell him you wanted to stay in the library with Namjoon? You think it's a stupid idea and he seems to understand you're struggling. His brow raises as he smiles - nodding your way to urge you to speak.

"I um... I was planning on-" Your words are cut off when his thumbs dig in deeper and harder. It forces you to flinch a little as you look deep into his eyes.

"Go on," he says. "You can tell me."

But you know if you say something he doesn't like he'll make a show out of it so you acquiesce to his silent desires.

"Whatever you want to do." You sound reserved as you look down at your hands.

From there he lets up the pressure he was applying to your shoulders. He giggles a little before patting you.

"We can watch a movie in the theater room. Something to help me wind down after the night I've had."

Your eyes draw up to Namjoon who says not a word as he watches you two. He doesn't smile as he looks at his brother but a small one breaks across his lips with a small nod your way as if he was telling you that things would be okay. You wish you could believe him but so long as you stay in Hoseok's presence would you ever truly be okay? Not with him taking advantage of you whenever you kiss. That alone is the worst part of all when it comes to you two.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth before letting out a soft "Okay."

A joyous sound comes from within Hoseok at the agreement as he goes to grab your hand and pulls you up. When you stand before him he kisses your lips before tugging you over to where he begins to walk.

"Another time Namjoon - we'll hang out."

His brother smiles with a soft laugh though it comes out somewhat forced. "I'll hold you to it." He salutes you two before grabbing the book he pushed to the side earlier and goes back to reading it.

Your attention is drawn to Hoseok when he squeezes your hand. Demanding your attention as you both exit the library. But before you can react to him you find your back pressed flushed to the hallway wall where the vampire pins you between his arms. Your gasp is sharp as he leans his face close to yours. He huffs a small laugh at your sudden cluelessness before kissing your lips.

"I missed you," he says.

Another kiss is placed onto your lips as your hands go up to press against his chest. You try to push but he stands his ground and doesn't move an inch. You whimper when he kisses you again but this time harder. You can feel the way the inside of your lips press roughly into your teeth. Like he's trying to leave a print of himself inside of you. His hands go to your waist as he continues to kiss you despite how hard you're trying to push against him.

"Hoseok." You manage to get his name out from his fierce kiss. "Hoseok." Again you say.

He hums into you before pulling back to rest his forehead against your own. His eyes are open as he stares deep into your own eyes and it's unnerving.You try pushing him again but he still doesn't budge. You feel weak in his arms and not because you like it.

"Let's head back to our room," he says.

Your heart skips a beat as you shake your head. "I thought we were going to see a movie in the theater room."

He sighs closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. He pulls back away from you but he still maintains hold on your waist.

"I want something different now."

Your nostrils flare as your eyes widen. You have an idea of where this is going but you shake your head no to let him know.

"I'm sorry but I don't want - I don't," you stutter a little as you continue to push against him. You know you have to watch your words around him to avoid getting him mad so you tell him "Not now" to try and lessen the blow.

He doesn't look like he believes you in the slightest but he pulls back anyway with a small smile.

"Not now," he repeats. "But later yes."

You don't want to agree with him so you stay silent but it's not like he was looking for your approval because he nods to himself before releasing you to hold onto your hand instead.

He tugs you through the hall until you both reach the playroom where you spy Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. You note the three of them are almost always together. Even when everyone parts after eating - the three of them like to stay behind.

Jimin is sat on the couch watching Taehyung and Jungkook play a game together. He giggles at something that happens on the screen before his eyes shift to the side when he sees you. His brothers ignore you but Jimin's eyes watch your every move. He looks on as Hoseok takes you to the theater room and perches his chin onto the back of the couch.

"Where are you two going," he asks.

"What does it look like?" Hoseok question comes off annoyed but you can tell it hardly holds up a bite.

Jimin simply giggles.

He leans his elbow on Jungkook's shoulder as he sits up and it forces the youngest to grunt.

"I want to watch a movie too."

"I bet." Hoseok huffs a laugh. "But I want alone time with Y/N."

You look at Jimin to see him pout.

"But does Y/N want to be alone with you?" He giggles again. "I promise I won't be loud."

Despite hating how he teases you you feel like taking him up on his offer because you clearly do not want to be alone with Hoseok. Your captor though ignores his brother before opening and shutting the theater room door behind you two. As soon as it's closed he turns on the light and pulls you over to the recliners.

"Sit."

It's the middle seat in the back row and you wonder if this is his preferred seating during movie time with his brothers. He turns his back towards you and walks towards the left side of the room near the screen. He lightly presses his fingers against the wall and watch as it easily slides off towards the side revealing a lit up inner wall filled with rows upon rows of dvds. Not the cases but the dvds themselves are slotted away into a rack of sorts and just beneath them is the player that no doubt is connected to the screen.

Hoseok files through the dvds with a soft hum before looking at you with a question upon his tongue.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

You curl in on yourself on the seat bringing your knees up to your chest before shaking your head no.

It brings a smile to Hoseok's face as he begins to rummage through the choices lined out before him.

"There's action, there's horror, tear jerkers and rom-coms. That's a favorite of Jungkook's."

Rom-coms? A favorite of his, you think to yourself. You had a hard time believing in that. Then again in your short time here he's surprised you more than once with his personality.

"If nothing that we have here interests you I can load up Netflix to see what's on there."

He doesn't give you a chance to see what they even have or for a chance to answer because he removes a remote from a drawer in the inner wall before coming over to you to sit.

You're glad he takes the other seat instead of sitting on the same recliner with you. It would have been a tight fit but something someone could work around if they wanted to cuddle. Either Hoseok didn't think that far or he just wasn't interested in that sort of closeness in this room. Either way, you're happy.

The sound of Netflix comes alive - the floors nearly shaking from how loud it sounds through the speakers. It startles you a little and he's quick to notice. He smiles your way before reaching for your hand to hold and looking back to the screen to peruse through the options.

"Are you fine with any genre?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Someone feeling shy?"

You look at him with an unreadable expression as he seems to giggle to him. He's drawing up his own conclusions without you saying a word. You could easily speak up but you're trying not to. At least not until you're finally out of here.

There's a sudden knock on the door. Hoseok welcomes them in and as the door opens it's revealed to be Jimin. He has a cheeky smile as he leans against the doorframe.

"What, Jimin." Hoseok sounds just the slightest bit exhausted.

His brother giggles as he leans in a little. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking of recommending a movie if you two haven't chosen any."

You try not to look his way because you notice any lick of attention being thrown his way just fuels him.

"What were you about to recommend?"

Jimin taps his chin with his finger as he mockingly thinks of his options. It's after a second does he gasp and points to you and Hoseok with a wide smile.

"Have you heard of The Invitation?"

Hoseok gives a bland "No" before looking your way.

You're staring at the screen in silence and it's then you notice they're waiting to hear a response from you. You shake your head no and it forces a satisfied "Ah" to leave Jimin.

"What's it about?" Hoseok asks.

Jimin's smile grows wider at this. "Oh you know," he starts. "Just vampires and an insatiable need for a lover. I think Y/N might enjoy it actually."

You frown at his teasing tone not liking it one bit. He was being vague - clearly expecting you to fall into his trap and watch the movie but he's making you feel uncomfortable. Hoseok seems to ponder on it a bit before he huffs out a "No."

Jimin looks slightly affronted. "Why not," he asks.

Hoseok makes a face as he shakes his head. "I'm not in the mood for false representation of our kind."

His brother huffs out a laugh. "Well do as you please then." He turns his back to you two and before he goes to close the door he turns his head the slightest bit before saying "It was about a vampire choosing an unsuspecting woman as his bride. Thought it would remind you of a happy couple in this household."

Your face slowly falls as Jimin laughs to himself. The sound is downright diabolical making you feel sick. The sound of the door is mute as he shuts it softly and it takes everything within you not to get up and run away.

You were a joke to him. You think back on what Namjoon said about it being for the best that you don't know about Jimin. Is it because of his knack for sadism? You can only guess so.

Hoseok can feel how tense you are just by the feel of your hand. He squeezes the limb gently before looking through the Netflix catalog again.

"Ignore him, my love," he says. "You'll note he likes to tease a bit. The sooner you realize this the sooner you'll be able to catch on to it and disregard his antics."

He brings your hand up to his lips where he kisses the back of it.

None of anything that has happened, that Hoseok has said and done himself brings you a lick of comfort. You're discomforted by anything and everything in relation to the Bangtan clan. They make you feel ill and irritated. All of them save for Namjoon. Namjoon who you wonder what he might be doing now. Is he still reading that book? Has he decided to focus his attention on something else. Does he have work to do now? If so what does it entail? You know Hoseok said his own job consisted of accounting. That makes you wonder then. For accounting to occur that means they had a business. A family business they all talked about having during dinner when the topic of their cousin came up. You didn't know what that business is.

You frown as you angle your face Hoseok's way. "H-Hoseok." Your voice is just the slightest bit raspy from disuse before you go to clear it.

The vampire in question hums in your direction questioningly.

"You said you worked in accounting, right?"

He nods his head. "What about it, baby?"

You bite your lip softly in thought before releasing it.

Did you really want to know what the answer might be? Maybe not but you can't stop yourself from asking further.

"What does the family business entail?"

He looks at you from the corner of his eye before looking forward again. You think he's going to ignore you with how silent he grows. Not a word more said between you two and it makes you grow anxious. Is he hiding something? Are all the brothers hiding something?

A deep inhale sounds from Hoseok before he releases it into a short breath. "What's got you so curious about that?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I just wanted to know."

He hums before a pause of silence. "You'll know some day."

You're expecting to hear more from him but he stays silent. Not a single word more on the subject when he makes an "Aha" sound once he finds a movie to watch. You eye him warily but know if he's closed lipped about it he will be probably be so until the ends of time.

He said you'll know some day and it just makes you feel uncomfortable. Should you ask Namjoon when given the chance? You probably will. You hope the time comes and fast because there's more to expect from the gentle giant. He said he'll have a list of books ready for you tomorrow. You also hope he'll give you a tour of the front of the house that way you can scope your escape route.

So many things to look forward to but first you have to survive Hoseok.

For the next hour or so you both watch a movie you're half paying attention to. Your mind wanders a lot especially whenever you feel the creeping sensation of Hoseok's fingers dancing across the skin of your hand. Once the end of the movie comes around you realize how tense you have been. When you relax you feel your body ache and feel exhausted. Time was pushing on to the late hours of the night and the need to sleep grows steadily. It's not as bad as last night but still it's enough to have yourself feeling tired by the minute.

When your mind wandered you thought about Namjoon and how he can help you get out of here. Whether he willingly will do so or not you expect the help. He said he wouldn't blame you for running away but you can't trust he won't tell Hoseok. Your relationship with him is still too new to trust in him fully. You told him to give you time for him to convince you and he seemed genuine when it came to all that concerned you, but you did need the time to believe in him fully. But with that in mind you don't want to waste your precious time either when it came to playing the waiting game. In no way do you know you'll escape tomorrow or the day after that but you're hoping you can leave soon. If Namjoon isn't too good to be true then a part of you will surely miss him.

Hoseok brings your hand to his lips to kiss softly. Each finger is doted upon as he closes his eyes - him being in the moment. The limb twitches in his hold as you fight the need to pull away.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

His question rings low as the credits continue to roll. A trailer for another show or movie - you can't tell - is about to play but stops as soon as Hoseok picks up the remote and backs out.

He hums questioningly at you still expecting an answer.

You just hum in return - not wanting to speak just yet.

Your ears ring by the slightest bit after the speakers had been leaving behind a string of deafining blows. Not enough to hurt but enough for them to affect you significantly.

Hoseok stretches in his seat before standing up to shut everything off and put the remote away. You watch in subtle awe when he slides back the wall easily to hide the dvds. Rich people had many ridiculous things but interesting and cool ones as well such at this theater room.

He comes back to you and watches as you stretch as well before you go to stand. Your body feels like a weight had been lifted off of it after sitting stock still in the same position for gods know how long. Hoseok smiles at you before embracing you. He does so deeply until there's not a single bit of space between you two. He kisses the top of your head before leaning back a bit to look at your face.

"You hungry," he asks.

You shake your head no but have to admit that you are thristy and need to use the restroom. He smiles and says "Of course" as if he were giving you permission.

He leads you out of the theater room and out back into the playroom were the three youngest still play together. It causes Hoseok to release a tch sound from his lips as he eyes them.

"Don't you guys have work to do," he questions.

Jimin looks back at him and laughs. "I can have a little break every now and then."

"I know you can," Hoseok starts. "But it depends on whether you're slacking off more than you should be."

Hoseok's brother smiles. "True but you have nothing to worry about. We're just taking some time for ourselves tonight."

Your captor hums but says no more.

The two of you are set to leave the room before Taehyung speaks up. He asks where the two of you are headed and Hoseok smiles as he answers.

"Use the restroom real quick and get something to drink. Why," he questions. "You need something?"

Taehyung looks away from the game to stare at you both. He looks at your hands that are interlocked with his expression unreadable. You recall his words when he caught you in the hall. Surely he's sizing you up when he looks directly at you. As if he could check to see whether you're lying or not. Lying as in you won't break Hoseok's heart. Something you could care less about but you don't know what Taehyung is capable of. What all of these vampires are capable of. Hoseok is strong in his own ways surely his brothers are no different.

He continues to stare at you unblinking until he finally draws his eyes away from you and towards the TV again to continue playing. He shakes his head softly before replying with a "No."

"Okay then. We'll be off." Hoseok says before taking you along with him into the hall.

You feel like your hands have grown sweaty from that interaction but Hoseok doesn't complain. You notice he isn't one to complain much. Maybe because you haven't given him a reason to. Not outright completely you guess because you're occasional denial of this thing you have being a relationship doesn't come with a complaint but you know he grows irritated with you.

After a bit Hoseok takes you to the same bathroom you were having an attack in. He opens the door for you and before you can go and close it he puts his hand in the way. Your eyes widen as you look at him but he doesn't relent.

"H-Hoseok," you say. "I have to use the bathroom."

He gives you an undeterred smile. "I know. I do too. You can go then I can." He tries to push pass you and nearly knocks you over with how hard he bumps into you.

You stand so stiff as your eyes widen even more. He didn't actually believe you'd be able to go with him in here with you did he? And to know he'd want to use the toilet immediately after you for you to see. The man was insane.

"I can't go with you in here with me." It's the first time in a while do you hear yourself sound so firm. So sure of yourself that it makes his eyes widen instead.

He frowns and you watch as his lips form a small pout. "It'll be real fast."

"Hoseok." You sound a little angrier this time. "I can't."

He sighs before pursing his lips. "We've showered together but you can't handle this?"

It's your turn to frown. "That was different."

It was different. In so many ways. You feel like you should have been firmer with that too in saying no but what has happened happened, but this for you was going too far. His sick and twisted mind needed to understand this.

You cross your arms with the furrow in your brow growing even more. His lips part in small disbelief but when he sees you are determined in keeping your foot down he begins to relent.

"Fine," he says. "Just be quick."

You give a small sigh of relief when he exits out of the bathroom closing the door shut behind him. You take that chance to check and see if there's a lock on the door and press the the button into the doorknob. You listen to see if he will try anything more despite the door being closed and when you hear nothing you take the chance to quickly use the toilet.

You don't think you've ever peed so fast. Pushing all your might just to get this over with in fear of Hoseok finding his way back in. Once you're done you quickly wash your hands and as soon as you're done that you unlock the door before opening it.

As the door swings open you're met with Hoseok's frown.

"Did you lock the door," he asks.

Your lips part slightly before you swallow deeply. All of your bravado from before leaving you in one fell swoop.

You know you can't lie because clearly you did and so you nod timidly before saying in a hushed voice "Yes."

He shakes his head at you with him clearly irritated. "Don't do that again."

Your nostrils flare before you nod again. You didn't think he'd be so angry about that but clearly he was.

You move out of his way for him to go into the restroom and you hear how he doesn't lock the door behind him.

Your out in the hallway with your hands worrying between each other. You're clearly feeling uncomfortable as you wait for Hoseok to finish. You look left then right as if you're waiting to see someone. A servant or maybe a brother. You keep your eyes opened to see if Namjoon is around but he's not or at least not as far as your eyes could see. For all you know he probably already left the library. He could be with the others in the playroom or his study or even his room. Wherever he is you just know he isn't near you.

You hear the toilet flush behind you before the sound of running water. As soon as that's done the door opens up to reveal a less irritated Hoseok. He doesn't look up at you at first but when he does he sighs. You can see the way he tries to regulate his mood before speaking to you.

"Let's get something to drink, yeah?"

You nod your head before biting your lip and looking down as he reaches for your hand.

"Hey," he says.

You look up into his eyes as he pulls your bottom lip from between your teeth.

"I'm not mad at you." He brushes your chin with his thumb. "You just caught me off guard is all. I didn't think it would be a problem since we've already seen each other naked."

You swallow but don't say anything. You feel like telling him again that it's different - showering together and using the toilet together - but you're sure he won't see your point. He hardly ever does so you just nod your head before looking down the hall. He doesn't say anything more - a sigh leaving his lips instead. With that he grips your hand tight before leading you off towards the kitchen.

Loud yells of irritation and joy sound from the playroom as you pass by. You can hear Jimin's laugh loud and clear at whatever happened in there. It sounds melodious and you briefly wonder how something beautiful can belong to someone so disturbing. You also briefly wonder about who is worse: Hoseok or Jimin? You have yet to get to know the blond enough to make an assumption but you don't know if you ever really want to. You wonder if you'll ever get the chance to know him though. During dinner it was made pretty clear that he wants to spend some time with you. Like you have been with Namjoon but you don't care to know about the rest. Even for more "normal" vampires like Yoongi. You just don't care - don't want to. You wonder if you tell Hoseok this would he prevent Jimin and any of the rest of his brothers from pestering you. Maybe, you believe, but they are also men he cares for deeply. If he wants you to settle well into the household he might expect you to play nice with them too. Just the thought makes you sigh as you enter the kitchen.

No one is inside for now. The night crew no doubt tending to their other duties. At least until it's time for them to come back and start on another meal perhaps. You weren't familiar with the night crew's routines back at home because you would be asleep by now. It's no more different to you now with the crew here in Hoseok's house.

You're left standing by the counter as Hoseok begins to retrieve something from the refrigerator.

"Water," he asks. "Juice? Soda?"

"Water," you say. It was enough for you.

He smiles your way before fetching a pitcher of ice cold water. You can hear the way the ice rattles in the glass pitcher before he goes to fetch two cups. He fills them up high and presents one to you before putting the pitcher away. You take small sips to wet your mouth before fully drinking the liquid to moisten your throat. You can feel the way the cold makes its way down your chest and into your stomach and it forces goosebumps to rise on your arms.

Hoseok takes a sip from his own drink as he looks at you. A small smile creeps up onto his lips when he does adoration - obsession filling his eyes. It forces you to try and look away. A little laugh escapes him at that.

"You're so shy. Even after everything we've been through."

Your stomach roils in disgust. You weren't shy just uncomfortable and yes, after everything.

He comes over to your side and leans onto the counter. His one hand holding his cup and the other coming up to push a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"What am I going to do with you," he asks but you figure the question is rhetorical. The smile he adorns begins to reach his eyes as a small laugh slips out. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Your eyes begin to drift away from his own.

"Truly you are," he says. "And all mine."

All his... To be honest hearing him say that really makes you want to cry and not because it overwhelms you with positive emotion. It overwhelms you with everything and anything that's bad. It leaves you feel hurt and helpless.

Gods you needed to get out of this house and soon.

Hoseok straightens up to draw himself closer to you. His hand comes up to grip either side of your face effectively forcing your cheeks to be squished under each of his fingers and thumb.

"All mine," he says again.

He leans into your space to place a kiss onto your lips. It's soft and almost felt hesitant at first until he presses against them harder. His grip on your face is unrelenting and you squeeze the cup in your hands in discomfort.

He pulls away a bit to grab your cup and places it onto the counter with his own. From there he grabs your face with both hands and begins kissing you again but this time with more ferocity. Your hands come up to grip the back of his own as your eyes screw shut. His tongue forces its way past your lips and when you gasp to try and breathe he breaks through your teeth. The high is nearly instant - your body accommodating to his touch. Something akin to a moan and a gasp slips from you when he turns to push your back into the counter. Your lower back aches from the sudden thrust but you find your mind draws a blank when it comes to pain with the way the high trickles in to every single part of your body.

Your tongues wrestle as he presses his body further into yours. As if he's trying to turn you both into one. Your body feels pleasure but it also aches with how hard he presses into you and so you grip his hands even harder. When it feels like you'll never have the chance to breathe someone clears their throat from behind Hoseok.

The two of you part to see Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung hanging by the doorway. Taehyung and Jungkook don't hint to what their thoughts might entail but Jimin smirks. He licks his lips as his brothers go past him to fetch something from the refrigerator and cabinets.

"Don't mind us." Jimin says. "Please continue."

Hoseok rolls his eyes as you push his hands off of your face. You look down in small shame as the high still runs through you. It's strong as it pulses in your head and you have to hold onto Hoseok to prevent yourself from falling over.

Jimin bites his lip as an amused sound comes from deep within him.

"Next time your tongue deep inside your girl invite me over."

"Not happening." Hoseok nearly growls. "Don't want you giving her worms or anything."

Jimin gasps out loud but he doesn't look the least bit affronted. "How rude. Do you hear him Taehyung?"

The brother in question you look to see has a bag of chips in his arms. His brows raise slightly at the call of his name and he gives a small pout in thought.

"Well he's not wrong."

This time Jimin gasps again but now he looks Taehyung's way with a look of small betrayal before pouting.

"From him I expected it. Maybe even Jungkookie but not you TaeTae."

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he helps their silent brother gather drinks.

You don't know what's happening at this point but you lean your head against Hoseok's shoulder to try and steady yourself.

"If you guys are done here I'd like to get back to things." Hoseok dismisses them all but not without a small smile you can clearly hear in his tone.

"You might want to take things upstairs before Seokjin finds you. You know how he feels about food and pleasures intermingling together." It's Jimin who says this and it forces Hoseok to chuckle.

You can hear the three brothers gather together to leave leaving you alone with Hoseok again.

It's quiet save for your fast paced heart beat in your ears. If you didn't believe so then you surely do now about needing to leave as soon as possible from this house. If not Hoseok his brothers would be the end of you.

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Can you give a snippet with Z-dog? Or Ja

Absolutely! I haven’t written anything with Ja yet but I do have plenty of Auntie Z! Enjoy 💙

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Papa nodded towards the hallway. “Come look at this Z…”

“Pa!” Miles whined, already embarrassed.

“Oh you hush. I’m allowed to brag about y’a. Come here Z, look at what Junior made.” Pa proudly displayed the handful of paintings and drawings Miles had done since coming home, all beautifully hung in frames made by his father.

“Wow,” Z said, taking it in. Miles stayed rooted to his spot, bashfully staring at the floor. Z, catching his discomfort, smiled gently. “These are really amazing M.J. You're incredibly talented.”

Papa walked to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “he still gets a little uncomfortable when he’s praised but he’s gettin’ better. Look at your work son. It really is amazin’, isn’t it?”

Miles analyzed his art, seeing plenty of flaws. But he could at least admit it was better than average. “Yeah Pa, it’s good.”

“Good? It’s great!”

“I think he knows he’s talented cap,” Z interjected. “He’s just being humble. Right M.J?”

Miles grinned, incredibly thankful for the out. “Yeah! Humble! You wouldn’t want me getting a big head, right Pa?”

Pa smirked, though his eyes were soft. He roughly ruffled Miles' hair. “I’m pretty sure y’a already have a big head.”

Miles laughed while ducking his “big head” away from his father. “And who’d I get it from!”

“Definitely your dad,” Z said.

“Hey!”

Z shrugged, “what? You wanna say he got it from Paz.”

Pa chuckled, “course not.” He put Miles in a headlock, using his other hand to cup Miles’ chin. “Look at this pretty face. You think he got that from me?”

“Hell no!” Z cheered.

Miles grinned as he was released. Papa clapped his hands together once, refocusing the conversation. “Alright now. Bathroom down the hall. Kitchen over there. Help yourself to whatever y’a want. Y’a can set your things in Junior’s room. He’ll bunk with me while you’re here.”

This was the first time Miles had heard of this arrangement but he didn’t mind. Z turned to him, “is that okay with you M.J? I’ll be just fine sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh he don’t care…”

“I was asking my nephew,” Z snapped, danger clear in her tone.

The tension rose. Miles swallowed nervously. “Yeah auntie. I’m fine with that.”

Papa smirked, “well now that that’s settled Imma get back to choppin’ wood. Junior, help your aunt get settled in. If y’a need me just holler.”

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Tail Between My Legs (ii) 

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: SMUT, breast worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, deep unprotected sex, creampie, some impreg if you squint.

When you wake up the sun is shining through the open window, blinding you as you turn away from the beams of light. As soon as you flip over you realize that Curtis is not in bed beside you. Sitting up quickly, you rush down the ladder in a state of panic. As soon as you step onto the ground you see him reclined in the leather chair that he had occupied the night before, watching you peacefully. 

“Did I scare you?” He asked, leaning forward. 

“Quite frankly. Yes.” You fold your arms over your chest. “I was afraid someone had carried you off in the middle of the night.” 

“Can’t get rid of me that easy.” He says, eyes finding his feet. By this point he’s already covered back up, having gotten dressed while you were asleep. You hate to admit that you wish you had gotten a chance to see his muscled flesh in the glow of the sun.

“How did you sleep?” You ask, brushing away your thoughts.

“I forgot what it was like to sleep that good.”  

“How long have you been up?” 

“Only a few hours.” He says with a small smile. 

“A few hours? You should have woken me up.” You scold. 

“You just looked so nice while you were sleeping. I didn’t want to bother you.” The man has softened up considerably from when you first met him and you loved seeing this side of him. “Sorry, I know that’s cheesy.” He adds with a soft chuckle, eyes searching yours. For what, you weren’t sure but you never wanted him to stop looking.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You say, eyes trailing down to the floor. You suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous, like a schoolgirl flirting with her little crush. You were both adults yet here you were blushing and struggling to maintain eye contact as you both beat around the bush about what you really want. Not to mention that you’d only known this man for one day and this is the effect that he has on you? It all felt terribly childish to you and yet you couldn’t help but react this way to the grumpy man who seemed to have a soft spot for you. 

“What’s on the agenda today?” Curtis asked and you silently thanked him for drawing you out of the awkward hole you were stuck in. 

“Well, I’ve got games, books, films. But I figured you’d want to do something a little more useful.” With that, you open up a small chest at the end of the beds before pulling out a stack of notebooks and a handful of pens. Curtis shoots you a confused glance as you throw them down on the small tabletop beside the chair he still occupies. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re going to need a plan.” 

“We?” He inquires, sitting back and shooting you a skeptical look. 

“Yes. We.” The man’s gaze doesn’t falter, his lips pursed as he crosses his arms. “Look, you need someone that knows this part of the train and can get you past the guards. You can’t do this on your own. This is the kind of mission that’s far too important to take risks. Do you want to risk going alone and messing this up for everyone?” Curtis takes a deep sigh, looking between you and the notebooks. 

“What do you have in mind?” He asks, leaning forward to pick up one of the notebooks and flipping through the empty pages. 

“Well I haven’t had the chance to put a lot of thought into it but I’ve got some ideas. I figured, since we’ve got plenty of time, we can brainstorm together.” The man picks up a pen from the table. 

“I’m all ears.” As he says this he smiles, eyes focusing in on yours. With his attention focused solely on you, you pick up a notebook and pen as well. The two of you begin to swap ideas, writing down frantically as you formulate a plan to get Curtis to the front of the train. The guards would be around for a few more days. You would keep an eye out. The moment they were gone, you would find him a change of clothes and sneak him out of the room in plain sight. So long as he was cleaned up and dressed right, no one would question him if he was with you. That would be enough to get him through the rest of the way. It wasn’t foolproof by any means but it was a start. 

You both sat there discussing for hours, never running out of things to talk about as you shared one idea after another before settling on a rough plan. You stopped every so often to find food before continuing your conversation. It wasn’t long before the sun was setting again. The two of you decided to turn it in pretty early, knowing that you needed your rest if you were going to be carrying out this plan in the following days. Already the two of you had settled into a nightly routine. He got undressed to his comfort level and climbed into bed, allowing you to change just out of sight before heading up to join him. You both told one another good night before turning in opposite directions. The only thing that was different about tonight was that as soon as you were facing away from him you could feel his back pressed up against your own, like he couldn’t help but drift closer to you. His skin was warm through the thin fabric of your shirt and you held in a shudder at the tantalizing way he pushed into you. 

The next day started the same as the one before, with Curtis in the chair dressed and waiting for you to wake up. It was strange to you how quickly the two of you had fallen into this comfortable pattern. It wasn’t anything like the routine you had before you met him. Before, every day was a relentless repeat of the one previous. Now, it was like everything was fresh and exciting and you were comforted by the repetition. Something about this man had set your world on fire and as much as you could tell, you were keen to let it burn.

Every day you made at least one trip out to the hallway, checking to see how many guards were stationed there. And each day the number got smaller. In the meantime, you continued to live in your little world with Curtis. That next day he was eager to continue your conversation, pulling out the notebooks you had hidden under the bed the night before. He scribbled out notes rapidly as you two cleaned up your plan, making sure that everything was airtight. 

You decided to finish up early that night, before the sun had gone down. Once everything was put away you pulled out a stack of your favorite books, sitting on the floor beside his leg. You showed them all to him and picked one to read as his eyes gently closed, getting lost in your sweet voice. After a while you felt your eyelids began to get heavy and you realized it was almost your favorite time of the day. When you would climb into bed with Curtis, feeling your bodies pressing progressively closer together. That night you found yourself grow bold as you turned to face him, letting your hands find his chest as you moved impossibly near to him. He didn’t stop you, closing his eyes even tighter as he fights the urge to envelop you in his arms. 

As the guards began to disperse, the two of you only grew closer. You woke up to the familiar sight of Curtis waiting for you each day, his green eyes shining like emeralds in the sunlight as he watched you intensely. Always the intensity in those eyes. Once your plan was in order you set about showing him things that he hadn’t seen in a long time. You showed him your top movies, continued to read to him, played games with him, sung him some of your special songs. That was one of his favorite things. Laying back in the bed as you laid beside him, absentmindedly singing in that soft low voice that made his heart thrum with love. As the days went by you each got bolder in showing your affections to one another. A brush of his hand on your knee, the way he stroked your hair at night, holding hands while you conversed, completely care free in your expressions of love. 

At the end of the week you made your final trip into the hallway. There was one guard at each end but no one else was to be found. It was time. One more night and the path would be clear to the engine room. As you returned with a warm plate of food for Curtis you nodded a greeting to the guard as you passed him by. It was the man who had come to search your room that first day that you had met your precious grumpy tail sectioner. Giving him one last glance you slip into your room, offering Curtis the food which he happily takes. 

“Tomorrow is the day,” You begin. “There’s only two guards left. By tomorrow morning I guarantee they’ll be gone. They think they’ve lost you.” You add with a chuckle, feeling your heart pound in excitement knowing that you were able to fool all of Wilford’s men. 

“Good. I’m going crazy cooped up in here.” He says. The statement strikes you. You had been under the impression that he was enjoying his time with you. He seemed happy here. Had you been boring him? Were you not entertainment enough to keep him in good spirits? Was he really going crazy alone here with you? The past few days had been absolutely heavenly for you. They had been a solace in the never ending bore that was your life. It broke your heart that he didn’t feel the same. You fought back the urge to crawl into the bed and hide. 

“Well. Only one more night and then you’ll be out of here. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make your stay more enjoyable.” The apology was genuine as you crossed your arms over your chest. Curtis looked up at you, eyes flashing with regret as he realized what he had said.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N.” 

“No, it’s okay. I understand. I would be bored too.” 

“I’m not bored.” 

“You don’t have to spare my feelings. I understand.” 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Curtis, it’s alright. I know I’m nobody’s ideal girl. I just thought you were happy with me, that’s all.” When you say this Curtis’ eyes darken as he stands, setting down the food on the nearby table. The man moves until he’s in front of you. Without hesitation he grabs both of your arms so that you are trapped in his grip. 

“I am happy with you. God, I’m happier here than I’ve ever been.” 

“Curtis, don’t lie--” Your statement is quickly cut off as his lips press warmly against your own. The action causes your eyes to widen before you instinctively close them gently, letting him hold you in his arms as he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. When he finally pulls away his eyes never leave yours, boring into you.

“I only meant that I’m anxious to finish carrying out my mission. It’s been a long time in the making and I’m so close to the finish line. It has nothing to do with you. If I could stay here with you forever, I would. But there’s so much at stake. I can’t jeopardize the future of my people.” As you listen to his words a blush springs to your cheeks. You feel terribly foolish not realizing that he’s only thinking of his people. Your nerves and your insecurities had simply gotten the best of you. Curtis watches the thoughts fly around your troubled mind and he pulls you closer, gently kissing you once again. When he pulls back he caresses a tender hand over the side of your face. “Y/N?” 

“Yes, Curtis?” You ask, voice wavering. 

“You’re my ideal girl.” 

“Curtis?” 

“Yes, Y/N?” 

“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since the first moment I met you.” Curtis gives you a beautiful crooked smile before pulling you in for kiss after kiss, not being able to get enough of you. 

You both know as your lips meet again and again that you won’t be able to hold back. That this is the moment you’ve been craving the entire week. His hands travel from your face down your body, grazing over your breasts to find your hips. His hold on you is inescapable as he draws you in with the way that he kisses you. He kisses you like he’s loved you for a thousand years. It melts your heart at the same time as his firm grip on your flesh makes your pussy throb. 

“I want you Curtis.” You moan against his lips. 

“You have me baby.” With that, the two of you unleash your lust upon each other. His fingers pull at the hem of your shirt until he’s yanking it off. Your bra comes off next and the sight of your bare tits makes him grunt. His mouth attaches to your nipple, his fingers tweaking the other. You whimper as he uses his teeth to pull at your sensitive buds, making them hard in his mouth. Massaging your soft breasts he bites and sucks at you like a starving man. Curtis had never seen a more beautiful pair of tits in his entire life. He swore to worship them accordingly, sucking hickey marks into your tender skin. His eyes trail up to meet yours as he releases your nipple with a pop. 

Without warning he tugs at your pants, pulling them down your legs as he lowers himself to his knees. The sight of your clothed pussy only inches from his face made him salivate. Burying his face in the front of your panties, he uses his tongue on your covered clit. The feeling of that delicious friction makes you moan loudly and you cover your mouth, trying to keep the two of you from being discovered. This doesn’t slow Curtis’ attack on your sensitive rosebud, his teeth grazing over you there as his eyes stare up into yours. 

“God I fucking need you.” He says in a growl, jerking your panties down until they join your pants on the floor. He immediately continues his ambush on your clit, pulling your leg up over his shoulder so you’re open and exposed for him. His fingers dig into your thigh as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes as you grind against his face, taking his hair firmly in your grip and guiding him right where you want him. His tongue trails down, prodding at your entrance. He pushes it inside, enjoying the taste of your juices. Your sweetness covers his chin as his nose nudges against your clit while he tongue fucks your precious cunt. “Jesus, you taste so good.” He says, returning to your clit. Once he does he replaces his tongue with a finger, fucking it up into you. His grunts vibrate against you as he curls his finger against your g-spot. His touch has you desperate and squirming, causing a coil to build in your stomach. No one has ever given you that feeling but yourself. Now, Curtis has you on the edge with hardly any effort. 

He wasn’t your first but by god, you wanted him to be your last. The way he makes you feel has you biting into your own hand, trying to hold back your pretty little sobs. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp out. In response he adds another finger, brushing them both against that special spot until you’re begging him for more. 

“Cum for me. Please cum for me.” He says in a harsh whisper, speeding up his movements. That’s all the encouragement you need to ride the wave until you’re falling apart against his mouth. He sucks your clit harder, making you spasm until you’re panting heavily. Once he feels that you’ve come down from your high he pulls off of you and stands back up, taking a good long look at your flushed naked body. 

“Get in the bed.” He orders you and you happily do so. He watches you climb up, admiring your ass along the way. Once you’re in the bunk you lean over the side to watch him undress. He peels off every layer impatiently, trying to hurry so that he can be with you again. As soon as he’s naked you sigh deeply, taking in his beautiful form. He’s absolutely gorgeous with toned muscle in all the right places. His chest is smooth but there’s a light dusting of hair making a path down his pelvis right to where his thick cock is standing at attention. He’s girthy, sure to fill you up perfectly. The sight of him makes you swallow thickly as he starts to climb the ladder, joining you in the bed. You’re already on your back with your legs spread wide for him. All he has to do when he gets up there is nestle himself right between your thighs, the tip of his cock kissing your sensitive cunt. 

As soon as he’s comfortably on top of you he leans down to press his lips to yours once more. “God, I can’t get enough of your mouth.” He says, pulling you in as close as he can. His hand runs down the side of your body, holding onto your hip as his tongue slides over your own. With his hand so close to where you need him he can’t help but dip a finger between your legs, circling your clit relentlessly as he continues to mold your mouths together. You whimper against him as he pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, unable to hold himself back anymore. 

“Yes. I want you so bad. Please.” 

“Yes, Y/N. I fucking need you.” He utters, pressing his cock right up to your entrance. He presses his forehead to yours as he begins nudging the head inside of you. Even just the tip is stretching you impossibly wide and your mouth gapes open in a silent cry as he pushes a little harder, urging more of his cock into your sweet pussy. He holds himself up on his arm, his other hand holding the side of your face. “That’s a good girl. You can take it.” He whispers as he gives one last thrust, sheathing himself all the way inside. 

“Curtis!” You whimper, holding onto both his biceps. You’re already arching your back, pressing your body against his as it hovers over you. Gently he pulls out of you before sliding his hips back against yours, pressing as deeply into you as he can. His balls feel heavy pressed into your ass as he grinds down into you. He stays like that for a moment, letting you adjust to his thickness stretching you wide open. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he stays buried inside of you for a good long minute. Once he sees you relaxing again he pulls back out and pushes in again, slowly picking up speed. It isn’t long before he’s fucking you, pumping his dick in and out of you properly. The sounds of your wetness engulfing him are pornographic, his cock sliding easily against your velvety walls. You’re like heaven incarnate wrapped around him.

“Oh god, I’m not gonna last long.” He mutters, eyes shut tightly and his teeth clenched as he fights off his orgasm. It’s been over seventeen years since he’s been inside of a woman, especially one as soft and tender and loving and delicious as you. It was like torture not being able to cum the moment he entered you. 

“It’s okay. You can cum baby. I want you to cum for me.” You say, caressing his cheek softly. The gentle touch makes his cock twitch and it’s impossible for him to stave off his impending high. Before he can even think about pulling out you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. As you do so he looks into your eyes and finds the love there, swallowing him whole as he begins to pump his seed into you. Thick hot ropes of cum shoot deep into your womb and you cry out softly, loving the way he feels in you. He grits his teeth, cumming as hard as he’s ever cum. It’s almost painful as he bites his knuckle hard, fighting the instinct to grunt loudly. The two of you pant and heave as he falls against your body. 

“I’m sorry.” He mutters into your chest. 

“For what?” You ask, utterly confused as to why he’s apologizing. 

“I didn’t last very long. I’ve never made love to such a gorgeous woman before. It was almost over before it started.” 

“Please don’t apologize. That was intense and hot and emotional and everything I wanted. No matter how long you lasted.” The man simply holds you tighter at your words, kissing your shoulder then up the side of your neck to your jaw and finally to your plush lips. The two of you stay entangled for a while before switching to a more comfortable position to sleep in. His arm is draped over you as the two of you continue to breathe, enjoying every second of this beautiful moment. It’s not long before the two of you are drifting off to sleep in one another’s arms and when you did, something miraculous happened. For the first time in years, you dreamed. Such glorious, mesmerizing dreams of the slumbering man in your bed.

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[disastrouslyyours]

Gentle

1400 words of me writing self indulgent fluff with my favorite husband. <3

no big cw apply, just domestic mushy gushy couple stuff and some implied suggestiveness

It was evident in the creases of his crow’s feet, the folds of his laugh lines, the dusty rose color on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Yet so exceedingly stubborn, refusing to admit to the sensations my curious fingers caused him. He held his breath, digging deep to steel himself from the swirls I drew under his chin. Pressing a kiss to the same spot earned a soft sigh, one that could be interpreted any number of ways. He returns the sentiment with a kiss to my forehead. By wrapping his arms tighter around me he holds me closer, preventing any further exploration.

This was not the first time I had tested him while cuddling close after an evening together. Several times now had I been invited over to his home, several more has he been dragged up to my apartment. With the latter being the setting for this particular night, I felt emboldened by my home field advantage. While being squished up against him, I move my hands to rest on the back of his shoulders. Tracing around the outline of his shoulder blades results in a sharp inhale accompanied by his muscles constricting. He kisses the side of my neck, lingering just long enough to hear me giggle. I let him think he’s successfully distracted me, resting my hands on the small of his back. More slow, sweet, languid kisses follow the first one. I allow myself to laugh, almost as if to show him that it’s okay. He’s well aware that it is, greedily taking more of me as his fingers skitter up and down my sides. I melt into him, pliable beneath his hands, my lack of resistance a welcomed and familiar sign.

He always interrupts me in this way, flipping the script and turning the attention away from him. While I usually let him get away with his ploy, happy to bask in the affection he so readily offers, I’m not satisfied with this turn of events tonight. I’ve ruled out every other possibility for his reactions. It isn’t that Gray doesn’t want to be touched, for clearly he finds every excuse to be as close to me as possible. I can see his brain turn to mush whenever I play with his hair, curl around his arm, or even kiss his cheek. I swear that sometimes I even see steam come out of his ears, his eyes turning into little swirls as he malfunctions at my touch. It also isn’t that he’s experiencing pain, because he would just tell me if I hit a sore spot. He has a recurring knot in his shoulder, prone to wincing if he’s had a long day at work and likely to ask me to soothe the inflamed muscle. Therefore only one explanation exists for his reactions, one reason why he’d be so staunchly against drawing attention to himself.

I call him a handsome man, his favorite title, and he hums as I kiss the center of his throat. The subtle yet deliberate tilt of his head allows me to continue to lull him into a false sense of security, indulging him with more kisses down towards his collarbone. His skin is always so strangely cool, so much so that when I remove my hand from the small of his back I can feel the resonating heat I’ve transferred from my palms. His hands have settled against me, his thumb gingerly rubbing against my side in a soothing manner. I build up his trust again by keeping my hand as still as possible, kissing my way back up until I find his lips. Lips that, despite the rest of his body being a frigid landscape, are always warm. Maybe because he can rarely keep them off of me when we’re together like this. I let myself get lost in them for a moment, but make sure not to lose my goal. After a few more moments, once he’s relaxed completely, I seek the confirmation I need.

Three gentle squeezes to the soft muscle of his stomach is all it takes, three curls of my fingers grants me the greatest gift. Gray laughs, his lips parting between mine to let the sound bubble out. His hand immediately holds mine hostage, removing it from his person.

“You’re ticklish, Mr. Sterling.”

“Catherine.” He interrupts, squeezing my hand and ignoring the slight crack in his voice. “Do not.”

“Do not what?” I don’t wait for a reply, my free hand sneaking its way to his side to gently knead against it. Another laugh rises to the surface from his lungs, but he’s quick to steel himself again. He now holds both of my hands in one of his, sternly putting an end to my antics.

“No.” Is all he says, then presses an apologetic kiss to my forehead. I pout, crestfallen by his cold response. It didn’t feel right, he seemed to be hiding something, but what did I know? After having known each other for almost a year by now, there was still so much mystery to the man lying next to me. He sighs and releases hands, tilting my chin up so that I’d meet his gaze.

“Darling…” He runs his thumb along my cheek, and I lean against his hand. “… please don’t look so sad.”

I frown up at him. “You’re not being fair, Gray. You do this to me all the time.”

“That’s different.”

“How?” He doesn’t answer, but he does blush a soft pink color. “Literally how? It’s not like it’s a bad thing… I happen to think it’s cute.”

Several emotions flash across his soft gray eyes as they search my own. His silence unnerves me, makes my heart race anxiously.

“Maybe more than cute, if I’m being honest.”

My throat dries up as he continues to just look at me. He kisses me, but his pensive expression stays on his face. He drops my hands and my gaze. I want to give him space, respect his need to think, but I’m impatient.

“Look, if you don’t tell me what’s going on in that enigmatic mind of yours, I’ll coax it out of you.” I curl my fingers under his chin and he frowns.

“Catherine.”

I’ve never heard him say my name in such an icy way before. He’s issued it as a warning, sure, but those three syllables have always been warm and gentle underneath his stern facade. He sounds exasperated, frustrated even, and I stay silent. I fold my arms across my chest and inch back slightly, creating physical space between us. His expression turns to one of panic as he assess the distance between us.

“Darling, please…” He whispers, pulling me closer to him again and resting his chin on my head. “Please… just be gentle.”

I take a full beat to process his words. His fingers stroke my hair, slowly and methodically, as if to soothe the both of us. My heart leaps into my throat and I try not to sound too hopeful with my reply.

“Gentle…? As in… you’re good as long as I’m gentle?”

He kisses the top of my head and whispers in the affirmative. “Gentle.”

That single word strikes a match, promptly tossing it into the vat of gasoline pooling in my heart. I trail a single finger across his stomach and he shivers.

“Like this?” I murmur against his neck, and I can feel the way he holds his laughter in his throat.

“Be nice.” His words are shaky, almost breathless.

“I’m always nice to you, Gray Sterling.”

It takes another moment of exploration, but once all five fingers have made contact with his skin, Gray is giggling against my hair. The sound nearly makes my heart burst, and I maintain a slow, gentle pace to keep my promise to be gentle. I kiss under his chin and he hiccups, my heart nearly stopping entirely. With my fingers still moving, and even my opposite hand joining in, I test to see if he’ll let me keep kissing him there. The results of which yield a melting, pliable man in my arms, his lack of resistance unfamiliar yet very, very welcomed.

[headstrongblake]

sender kisses receiver to comfort them. / kassy to nick / @thewholecrew​

      nicklas doesn’t usually have a reason to cross into the other side of the city where his mother and keith reside. much prefers to keep to his area with his bar, his clubhouse, his home. but, when kassy expressed needing to pick up decorations from a specific store near his step father’s mechanic shop for the new years party, nicklas was the first to offer to go with her. 

     he should have left well enough alone. it’s been easier on him to keep a divide between the life he had before and the one he’s created since then with his new family. but then jacob appeared, blurring those lines. amelia’s death day came and went, reigniting his guilt. & jacob came around again, this time, poking at a wound nicklas had often thought was closed. but as nicklas walks out of the party store, kassy too busy inside fixing a mistake made by the employees, he watches people come and go from the mechanic shop across the street. he doesn’t cross. just watches from a distance while he smokes.

    he’s about to put his smoke out to see how kassy was managing when he sees keith across the street, coming out of the bay with a little girl clinging to him. feet suddenly hesitate where they are as he sits on the bench, eyes taking in the young girl. the sounds of the city go silent. something in his heart breaking and melting at the same time with the realization that he’s caught a glimpse of his little sister for the first time. he’s staring with a sad look in his eye. unable to tear his gaze away until kassy’s body physically blocks his gaze, and his eyes quickly snap up towards her. “ what? ” he shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts, “ you got everything? ” yeah...who were those people you were staring at?

   any other day, nick’s got a quick lie on the tip of his tongue or at least a way to brush kassy off but instead, he just slides over on the bench, giving kassy a spot to sit. he doesn’t stare anymore, not wanting to draw any attention to them across the street but he sighs, reaching for kassy’s hand. after what she’d done for him with his father, she deserved more than a blow off. “ my mom’s husband, he owns that shop over there. ” nick says, clearing his throat from the surprise emotion. “ guess i didn’t expect to actually see him out there. ” truthfully, he had. had wanted to catch a glimpse of keith, maybe even his mom. just to see that they were okay, that jacob hadn’t shaken their world. but he never thought he’d see his sister. and the girl?

    nick shook his head, an unsurprised smile touching at his lips when he looked kassy’s way. always observant this one. he let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders as he sighed. “ i don’t know her name...just that she’s my sister. ” he admitted sadly, eyes drifting from kassy to where keith had been standing with the little girl, but had since gone inside. his head leaned against kassy’s as he felt her hand lacing with his that draped around her shoulder, though he didn’t expect the soft kiss she pressed against his fingers. for awhile they sat together like this, nicklas unsure if he was still hoping to see them again before he told her he was okay, that they should continue on with her errands.