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thetempleofnyx · 3 years ago

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wanna be a friend you can keep | 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠

summary: you never really thought about just how skilled your best friend is in bed until suna shows you what happens when you question him.

a.n: for @crybabycrisis 'lost a bet collab' Honeymoon Avenue Lost a Bet collab! thank you for letting me join cloudie!

c.w. : a mirror is involved :)), squirting, suna's a little shit, but it feels so so good, pet names like angel and sweetheart, use of the word c*nt, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up irl y'all), brief mention of alcohol. ummm, pls let me know if i missed anything!

w.c: approx. 4k

suna loves having you as his girlfriend. "such a pretty little thing," he thinks to himself as he watches you prance around your apartment, wearing only an oversized t-shirt of his. it had only been a month since you began this relationship with him, but how did you end up by suna's side? that was a long story.

the two of you were best friends first, having known each other since high school. you were the first person suna called for his accomplishments, from graduating high school to going pro, making the EJP Raijin team, to celebrating when he made the Japan national team and went all the way to the olympics; you were right there beside him for it all. and suna has been there for all of yours; every school graduation, promotion, or a new job, he's been there to celebrate you, so it's no secret that the two of you are incredibly close. so close that you share everything with the other, including when you're disappointed or frustrated about the state of your sex life.

it was a typical weekend hang out for the two of you, gathered in your living room, watching real housewives with snacks and drinks to unwind from the throes of adult life. suna was hardly paying attention to what was happening on TV, scrolling through twitter on his phone and barely listening to you talk to him about this last guy you've been dating.

"suna, you're not listening to me!" you complain, hitting his arm and lunging to grab his phone. you forget that as a professional volleyball player, the tall man has reflexes superior to yours and quickly moves out of the way, causing you to grab at nothing as he pushes you away from him back into the couch. "sunaaaa," you whine, but he still pays you no mind. "ugh whatever. so as i was saying, this guy just sucked. just like all the others. a one pump chump who failed to make me come, and i'm upset!" you lament, dramatically throwing yourself onto his lap.

suna, ever the blasé boy responds, still scrolling through whatever app that's occupying his attention, "that's because you always choose losers who don't know what they're doing."

offended, you scoff, "no, i do not! what do you mean i always choose losers?" a little burp leaving your mouth, the drink you'd been nursing making you hiccup.

"i mean exactly that. the past few guys you've been with each sucked worse than the last in bed. one guy refused to eat you out at all, claiming that he likes it when girls go down on him, but he could never do it to someone else. and the other guy! who really thought he was doing something rubbing at your coochie lip instead of your clit. when you tried to tell him exactly what you needed, he got it right for a minute only to end up back at the wrong spot? yeah, remember him? all losers."

noting that you didn't say anything in response to him, he looked down at you to see you frowning, "i'm sorry, but you really know how to pick 'em, don't you?" he jests as he lightly flicks your forehead.

"ow!" you whine. "whatever, it's not like you're any better. i bet all men are the same." you mumble into his torso. now you know this isn't true. as his best friend, some people felt too comfortable singing his praises to you of how well suna pleases whoever he chooses to bed. and you've never really entertained the thought of finding out for yourself.

until now, that is.

"what are you down there mumbling?" he asks. deciding that you're really gonna take this step, you sit up, now eye level with the green-eyed boy, the little alcohol you had earlier giving you the confidence to cross that line with him, "i bet you're no better than all those other guys. bet you couldn't make me come." now suna may give off a nonchalant attitude, some may even say lazy, especially when it comes to things he doesn't really care about but there are a few things you know. one is that he deeply cares for you, and two, he never backs down from a challenge.

chuckling darkly, he set his phone to the side and looked at you. "i'm not sure where this is coming from, and i'm not opposed to it either." he said, leaning closer to you, his lips just a breath from yours. "but are you sure you wanna go there? because i could make you feel things all those losers could only dream about making you feel."

your eyes trace down his face, stopping at his lips before looking back into his eyes, "oh yeah? then prove it." you say with a smirk. with a widening grin, suna cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer, "your wish is my command." before crashing his lips against yours, taking your breath away.

part of you wishes you had kept your mouth shut because then you wouldn't have found yourself in the situation you're in now.

hot, hazy and heavy is the atmosphere of your bedroom as suna has you sat on his lap, his thighs holding yours open so that he can see all of you. your breathing is laboured as one of his long fingers lightly toys with your clit, his other hand exploring your body, grabbing what he can, squeezing what he can, teasing what he can.

"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart." he gently commands, his voice smooth and deep.

you look up to see jade eyes peering at you as his lips leave electrifying kisses against your skin. he's reduced you to a moaning mess in mere minutes. it feels like you've already been at it for hours. Still, he's barely begun, and you're already feeling overstimulated, like everything he's doing is too much and not enough at the same time.

but suna is in no rush. he does nothing about your complaints but coo at you, "but i like seeing you like this," he breathes against your shoulder, the warm air from his mouth tickling your skin and making you shiver. you press your body into his, and the skin-on-skin contact grounds you just a little.

"you look so desperate, baby; your body strung so taut in my hold." he taunts while leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up the length of your neck to the space just below your ear. "look like you're ready to snap," he emphasizes with a slight bite to your ear and a light flick of his finger to your clit.

you're so high-strung that pleasure rushes through you at the small gestures, "oh fuck!" you groan, thighs trembling as you uncontrollably buck your hips up. suna grabs your jaw, turning your head towards him and capturing your lips in his. you whimper into his mouth, allowing his tongue to curl around yours.

"now look," he says, pulling away from you, a string of saliva connecting the two of you like a string of fate. he turns your head, fingers holding your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror again, and you're a little embarrassed at the lewd scene before you. your clit is on display, puffy, swollen, and desperately begging to be touched again as suna purposefully ignores it, running his fingers through your folds instead and coating them in your slick. the dirty sound of how wet you are makes you leak even more. "since you like challenges, i would like to make one with you." he poses, a long finger shallowly dipping inside you.

"what would that be?" you ask, your voice shaking with need.

"i bet i can make you come once for every loser boy who failed to make you do so."

you're so focused on how good he's already making you feel as another finger joins the other, inching inside you at an agonizingly slow pace; you agree to his challenge with no clue of what you've gotten yourself into.

suna, the mischievous boy, meets your gaze with a cheshire cat grin, "excellent."

slipping his fingers out of you, he takes your hand and guides it over your clit. "show me how you touch yourself," he practically purrs, and you sob a little at the loss of his fingers, but you do as he says, rubbing light circles against yourself. his other hand slides down from your face, over your chest and torso, down to your thighs to help keep your legs open for him. you sloppily pick up the pace on your clit and tremble in his hold at the mounting pressure.

"just like that," he coos, pleased with how tantalising you look to him.

"my pretty baby, look at you," he murmurs against your ear. "so filthy touching yourself like this."

suna slowly rocks himself against your ass, the heat emanating from your skin and the way your plush flesh slides against his cock as you grind into your hand makes him grunt against you. he curls both his hands around your thighs and spreads them obscenely wide, so he can see all of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he listens to you pleasure yourself.

"all on display just for me," he hums. "does it feel good, sweetheart?" he utters, his own voice husky and broken. "fuck, you feel perfect grinding against me like that."

it does.

your fingers feel soo good but not as good as his, so you stop, letting him know of your displeasure. "suna," you cry. You sound so beautifully wrecked, it makes him shiver as heat washes over his body. "oh my fucking god," he whispers to himself before addressing you. "what's wrong, angel?" he asks with a wicked grin, knowing exactly what it is you want right now. Still, he wants to hear you say it. "i-"you pause, trying to get your brain to form a coherent thought. "i need more. i want more."

suna pinches at your inner thigh, "did i tell you to stop?"

you whimper at the sudden sternness in his voice, casting your eyes down, unable to hold his gaze. "n-no."

"so why did you? only good angels get what they want." using his thighs once more to keep your legs open, he brings a hand to your chest, slowly teasing your nipple.

you bring your fingers back to your core and rub lazy circles on yourself again, tears budding in your eyes at the lack of stimulation you really need. you're so close, whimpers and cries falling from your mouth like a prayer. suna just sighs in satisfaction. he thinks you look so adorable like this, evident displeasure clearly written on your face, with your cute little pout, unhappy with his teasing. the tears welling at your waterline threaten to spill just for him. and it made him dizzy, the feeling of power he had over you. his cock throbs at how you so eagerly did what you were told, how easily you listened to him.

"now tell me exactly what you want. use your words."

and you, tired of being played with, look him in the eye, "i want your fingers, rintarou. i want them inside me. i want you to make me feel good like you said you could supposedly do."

this isn't the first time he's heard you say his name, but fuck did it sound so sweet in this moment.

"see baby, that wasn't so hard…" he says with a wolfish grin, voice dropping to a low whisper as he pinches your nipple, "was it?"

"look," he says, sliding his other hand over yours, guiding it to press circles into your clit together with his. licking the shell of your ear, he speaks, "see baby? you do it just like this. doesn't that feel good?" you can't say anything, too overtaken by the pleasure. all you can do is bite your lip and nod.

"keep going just like that," he commands, and you're about to complain again when he suddenly plunges two fingers into you, curling them inside you so perfectly. with his fingers' return, your eyes flutter shut, and your back arches away from his chest with a cry, quiet curses flying from your mouth freely. the hand on your chest twists and pulls your nipples until they're swollen to his liking.

he eyes how you writhe around in his lap, your eyes squeezed shut as you chew on your bottom lip. but suna wants to see your pretty eyes on him, so he delivers a sharp pinch to the swollen bud.

"pay attention and look at me."

you slowly open your eyes and lock gazes with his, your whole body quivering from the satisfaction of him thrusting his fingers in and out of you at such a slow pace. you stare at him with lidded eyes, and you're the perfect picture of debauchery; it drives him a little insane.

makes him want to devour you.

a sheen of sweat glistens across your body, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe.

"god, you're so messy," his thrusts slowly stop as you both look at the creamy sheen your wetness leaves all over his fingers, dripping down to his wrists. "look at how well you're taking me. see the way you stretch around me, creaming around my fingers." he rasps, nipping at your shoulders.

'i wish it was my cock." he groans into your skin and bucks his hips up against you, so you bounce in his lap, his voice deep and rough against your ear. fuck, he sounds so sexy, you thought to yourself, finally noticing just how hard he is underneath you. all of that makes you rub at your clit even faster now, the wet sounds your pussy is making filling the room. you feel like your body is on fire as you unconsciously try to push yourself deeper onto suna's fingers, your ass grinding against his cock as you do so.

"fuck! fuck fuck suna." you cry. "i-shit, i'm so close. so, so close, and i wanna come so bad," you slur, voice trailing off with a frustrated cry, mind delirious with want.

you look up at him with pleading eyes, and the little "please" that leaves your mouth is so sweet. how could he deny you what you've been so patiently waiting for? sliding in one more finger to join his others and you keen at the feeling of being so stretched out by him. his thumb pushes your fingers away and rubs vicious circles into your clit in their place. the hand on your breast now curls around your jaw, turning your face as suna deeply kisses you. he whines a little at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his, and your breath quickens into him as he curls his fingers just right.

he's entranced by the way you respond to him as he pushes his fingers even deeper inside you, scissoring until they graze along that sweet spot. your body shudders against him, trying to close your legs around his hand, but his firm thighs hold you open, not allowing you. he pulls away, his teeth catching your bottom lip, lightly sucking and chewing on the flesh before letting go with a pop.

"suna fuck, you're gonna make me come. pl- please, i just need a little more." you cry breathlessly into his space, the two of you dizzy from the lack of oxygen. suna chuckles at your fucked out state, "i told you i would make you feel good." he speaks against your lips, and you clench violently around him. you're so wet. you've made a mess of his hand, his lap, and your bed, but you can't bring yourself to care as a familiar warm tickle begins to fill your body, and it hurts. it hurts but feels so good, so good, and you're so fucking close.

"i know, sweetheart, i know. you just need a little more, don't you?"

his fingers slip out of your cunt again, and you nearly wail at the loss of your fading orgasm, hips bucking up in the air.

"shh baby," he coos, "don't worry, i told you i'd take care of you." his hands let go of your thighs to rub up and down your torso, trying to calm you down a bit.

"i had planned to make you come on my fingers and then again on my cock. but you look too fucking good writhing away in my lap for me to wait. i need to be inside you."

you're so impatient; you need him inside you right now, or you may go mad. "fuck the bet, rin. i want you. i need you."

he leans down a bit and kisses you once more before grabbing your legs and throwing them over his, your cunt on full display to him in the mirror. gripping his cock, he guides it to your folds and slowly inches his length inside you. "oh fuck! shit, rin, i'm gonna come! i'm gonna come, i'm gonna-" you throw your head back onto his shoulder in a silent scream of ecstasy, your fingers raking red marks down his arms as white-hot pleasure washes over you, traveling from your abdomen, down your legs, and back up. he moans deeply and hisses at the sting. you clamp down impossibly tight on him, immediately coming from the weight of his cock inside you alone before he can even begin to move.

"ohh fuck!" he groans, throwing his back and forcing himself to breathe as he almost comes too quick from the sudden vice grip you have on him. your body is shaking on top of him, and tears spill from your eyes; that was probably the best orgasm you will ever have.

"it's ok, baby," he coos as you try to catch your breath, sweet babbles of nothing leaving your lips. "i know, but i need you to relax." thumbing away your tears and the sheen of sweat at your hairline, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. "do you think you can give me one more? i want to come with you this time." you're not sure if your body can handle it, but you want to come with him, and he's made you feel so good, fucking amazing all this time; you want to do the same for him. "i'm not sure rin, but i want to try for you."

"thank you, angel." With a beaming smile, he passionately kisses you and starts slowly, angling his hips to find that sensitive spot inside you. he knows he's found it when you squeeze around him tightly. he picks up his pace, driving into that one spot, and you loudly mewl, back arching as you bring your hips down to meet his in sloppy, wanton movements.

"fuck baby, you're so wet. look. look at the mess you've made." a large hand pushes your head down, his fingers tangling in your hair, and you both watch the way his cock disappears in your dripping core. "it's like this pussy was made just for me. fuck, creaming around me so well."

suna is talking to you, but you're not hearing anything he's saying. you're so close to coming again that your release is the only thing on your mind. suna sees how desperate you are for him, how close you are to coming again, so he slides a hand over your clit and toys with the engorged bud.

"you're so close, aren't you, angel. wanna feel you come around my cock, ok? go ahead and let go, baby."

he grips both your thighs, slightly lifting you off his lap as he thrusts up into you with an almost animalistic pace, determined to make you fall apart around him again. you're full-on shouting at this point; suna is hitting inside you so deep, abusing that sweet spot unforgivingly. you bring a hand up and behind you to grab at his hair, not knowing what to do as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

"come on, baby, you feel so good around me, hugging my cock so tight. but i want you to come for me. wanna feel you squeeze around me as you let go. i want you to make me come."

those words are all you need. your eyes roll back, and you cum almost instantly, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as squeals of his name roll off your tongue and ring in his ears like a bell toll. suna swears he never wants to hear anyone but you say his name like that again. he watches in fascination at how you squirt all over his length, and the sight alone sends suna hurtling over the edge. he drops your legs, a harsh grip on your hips as he slams up into you, his praises of how tight you're squeezing around his cock and taking his cum so well buzz around your head. he watches how your face lewdly slacks with overwhelming pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up, your body twitching in his hold as choked moans spill freely from your lips. once he's emptied himself inside you, he slows his thrusts to a stop, and your body, now spent from coming twice, slumps against him.

laboured breaths and the quiet smack from the light kisses suna leaves along your neck and shoulder are the only sounds in the room. after calming down for a moment, suna pulls out of you with a hiss, his cock slightly twitching at the sight of his come spilling out of you. you cry at the feeling, suddenly feeling so sore and exhausted and overstimulated. he gently kisses your temple, "it's ok, sweetheart," he murmurs. "fuck—you did so well. you were perfect for me." he moves you both farther into the bed, leaning against the headboard, and lays you down on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact and the sound of his heart calming you down. he brings a hand up to your hair and runs his fingers along your scalp, his other hand running along your back; you feel so relaxed you could fall asleep.

"you weren't lying." you quietly say.

"lying about what?" he asks, looking at you confused.

you turn in his hold to look up at him. "well, not only did you make me come, you made me come twice and managed to make me squirt. no one has ever done that before. i've never even made myself do that before."

suddenly, gone is the sweet, tender suna of one minute ago, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"well, i did tell you that i would make you feel things those losers could only dream of making you feel." with a tired smile, you turn back around, snuggling into his chest and playing with his fingers.

"so that means you won the bet. what do you want for your prize?" suna gently slides you off of him and gets out of bed, shamelessly stretching his naked -albeit impressive, body before you.

"well, it involves me and you and a date. that's if you'll go on one with me?" a shy but hopeful look taking over his features. "ok. on one condition though." looking at you inquisitively, suna asks, "what do you want?"

"carry me to the shower? please," you whine, a sheepish and embarrassed look on your face. suna merely laughs at you, equal parts proud he fucked you so good you can't walk and delighted that you agreed to go out with him. "i think that can be arranged." he says before climbing back into bed and covering your face with kisses.

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katsuhera · 3 years ago

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FIRST LOVE | s. manjiro, tokyo revengers ˗ˏˋ sano manjiro (mikey) x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 8299 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), childhood friends to lovers au, all chars aged mid-twenties, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, implications of a past toxic + mentally abusive relationship with kisaki, i think that's it? this grew way out of hand and into something that now i'm just proud of! so i hope you enjoy 🤍 ˗ˏˋ note: this is my submission for the 2d men discord kittens server l is for lewd collab!

“so many recent pictures and you still keep this one on your bedside?” emma asked, picking up the worn picture frame that sat on your nightstand.

“shut up,” you laughed, snatching it away from her. “it’s a good picture. what’s wrong with a little nostalgia?”

“nothing’s wrong with nostalgia, but it’s the fact that you haven’t framed your pictures from graduation, your diploma, and worst of all, the pictures with me—”

“oh my god sue me,” you rolled your eyes. “lock me up in prison. god forbid i don’t frame the pictures we have with each other that we have on our cell phones, where we can look at them whenever we want.”

“you’re lucky i love you so much,” she retorted, flopping back down onto your bed. “anyway, what are your plans for next weekend? are you free?”

“next weekend? hmm… should be. why?”

“wanna go on a double date with me?” emma asked, suddenly turning your way and looking directly in your eyes so that you couldn’t look away. “please don’t make any excuses, your last relationship was literally back in college.”

“isn’t that a valid excuse?” you whined, throwing your head back. “my last relationship was back in college because it was the last confirmation i needed that men suck.”

“okay, fair, but i found this one really hot guy on tinder—”

“and he’s from tinder!?”

“i know! i know, just, just shut up for a sec and hear me out,” she said, sitting up straight and holding your hands. “i’ll even show you my conversation with him and everything. but his name is ken, goes by draken—isn’t that already super cool?—and he’s rich and funny and charming and tall. tell me, y/n, when was the last time i had a tall boyfriend?”

“never.”

“exactly. so that’s why, to commemorate this special occasion of me finding a tall man, i’d like to bring you along so you can see him and his hot friend.”

you sighed in defeat. “show me these pictures, i guess.”

she squealed, whipping her phone out and tapping furiously. “here!”

you stared at the screen, trying to find any kind of fault to bring up.

“this one’s short,” you deadpanned, pointing to who you assumed to be ken’s friend.

“well.... well yeah, but you’re not tall so it doesn’t matter!” she reasoned, scratching her neck. “but aren’t they pretty attractive? i feel like his friend is also your type. like a fuckboy, but he’s rich, so… an elevated fuckboy? something like that?”

“i hate you.”

“say yes? please?”

“do i have a choice?”

“no.”

“fine.”

she squeaked, tackling you in a hug. “i promise it’ll be a good time. and if it’s not, we’ll leave early. you know i’m good about that!”

“yeah, yeah. anyway, what’s his friend’s name?”

“manjiro…? yeah, manjiro sano,” she recalled, checking back on her messages with ken to confirm. “apparently they’re best friends and also work together. imagine if that was us?”

“we wouldn’t get shit done,” you snorted.

“eep! wait, i have to go now—i’m gonna be late, gotta pick up my mom from her hair appointment. i’ll text you about next weekend?”

you waved your hands dismissively. “yeah yeah, get back safe!”

you waited until emma left and closed the door behind her to fall back on your pillow, your mind full of thoughts—and a little anxiety—over your upcoming date.

the last date you went on was literal years ago, when you were back in college. the dude was a total dick that even emma had told you to be wary of, but something just kept you in the relationship, waiting eternally for things to get better.

you still remember his name, the name of the guy that turned you off from men for a while. kisaki tetta. you let out a sigh at the thought of his name, trying to think of something else. otherwise, you knew that thinking about him for too long would only bring back bad memories.

you lifted your forgotten picture frame up, staring at the worn photo inside of it. it was a decades-old photo of you and your childhood best friend—or first love, rather—mikey. hell, you could barely even remember if that was his real name, it’d been about twenty years since you last saw him. but he always went by mikey—cute little mikey who would wait for you at the end of the slide because you were too scared of completely letting go and just sliding down, adorable mikey with whom you’d formed a childish marriage pact to be fulfilled in your late 30s or 40s, or even 50s, your first love mikey who suddenly left your neighborhood and left your five-year-old heart with a gaping hole.

you knew that first loves and marriage pacts rarely ever worked out, but it was the way that he so suddenly just up and left that forever bothered you. the mikey that never failed to walk you home from pre-school and drop by on the weekends for a bite of your mom’s cooking simply left you without another word, and even now you felt that five-year-old you deserved some type of closure. well, even if you did deserve it—what were you going to do about it? you’d long since come to the realization that you’d probably never see him again, anyway.

“are you excited!?” emma asked, waltzing in through your front door, silky blonde hair shining in bouncy curls. “you look cute!”

“eh,” you responded. you weren’t lying—you learned long ago not to get your hopes up with men. you were only going on this date for emma, anyway, not really because you expected to hit it off with this manjiro guy or anything.

she pouted, seeing your indifference.

“okay, fair. hopefully it’s fun, though! if anything, the place we’re going to seems really cute. even if they suck, we’ll get some good drinks and food out of it.”

“yeah, that is true,” you replied absentmindedly, making some last minute touch ups to your makeup and making sure you had everything you needed. “should we call an uber soon?”

“no need, they’re picking us up.”

huh. you couldn’t remember the last time a guy picked you up for a date.

“oh wait, ken just texted me—they’re here!” she exclaimed, squeezing your arm. “got everything?”

“yeah,” you said, sudden nervousness striking you as you gathered your things and walked towards your door. “okay, let’s go!”

the two of you walked out to see a black bugatti parked outside, tinted windows shielding you from even glimpsing the men inside.

“a bugatti, huh?” you whispered quietly to emma, whose expression looked just as surprised as yours.

“well.... ken did mention that they’re comfortable,” she replied, wide-eyed.

the passenger-side door opened at that moment, revealing who you recognized to be manjiro. his black hair was loosely tied back, exposing a clean shaven undercut and a tattoo that crept up to the base of his neck.

he got out to open the backdoor for you and emma, holding it open with a polite smile on his face.

“emma and… y/n, right?” he asked, his voice faltering the tiniest bit—so subtle that you almost didn’t catch it.

“yeah! manjiro, right? it’s good to meet you,” emma said cheerily, grabbing your hand and getting in. “thanks for picking us up, again.”

“of course, no worries,” he said, looking down hastily once you two’d made eye contact.

well… he is cute, can’t deny that, you thought, smoothing down the front of your outfit as you sat. manjiro closed the door softly, and got in the front again.

“it’s good to meet you two,” ken said smoothly, looking at you and emma from the mirror. “have you been to this restaurant before?”

“no, but i kept hearing good things about it, so i thought it would be worth a try,” emma said, blushing and looking down.

you smiled, looking at her. ken definitely is her type, i’m glad.

“i’ll trust your judgement then,” he smirked, starting the car.

the car ride was short, the car purring quietly as ken easily weaved through traffic. both men seemed like smooth talkers for sure, but for the time being, you couldn’t sense anything weird or malintent from them.

after parking, they opened the doors for you two, ken on emma’s side and manjiro on yours.

oddly, you felt that you seemed to match—emma with ken and you with manjiro, though it was definitely unplanned. just… the color palettes and aesthetics. if you were a stranger looking in, you definitely would have thought that your outfits were planned.

like something out of a drama, you thought.

clearly, manjiro was thinking similarly.

“hey, we’re matching,” he said softly, smiling with an odd twinkle in his eye.

“get your own fashion sense,” you joked, and he merely chuckled, guiding you into the restaurant with a light hand on your mid-back.

butterflies started to flutter in your stomach, and you tried to deny them with all your being.

this means nothing, you thought firmly. you’re… just touch starved.

a couple of drinks in, and the less handsy manjiro became with you. though you weren’t really expecting anything per se, your tipsy self couldn’t help but remember your little interaction going into the restaurant. now, it seemed as though he were afraid to touch you, his rosy-cheeked self seeming to slink further and further away from you on the bench.

you glanced at ken and emma, who seemed to be having a great time—ken’s arm slung across her shoulders with a lazy smile, and emma’s cheeks constantly pulled in a charming smile, giggling at everything he said.

do i smell? you wondered, insecurity and anxiety bubbling up in your chest. does he just not like me? is it something i—

“can i get you another drink?” he asked you, his controlled voice waking you out of your toxic thought cycle. “i’m about to grab another for myself.”

“ah—sure,” you responded quickly, not really thinking. “just a vodka cran, if that’s okay.”

“sure,” he replied, smiling.

“what about me?” ken piped up.

“shut up, designated driver,” manjiro mocked.

“how come just y/n gets one?” ken fake pouted, looking up at manjiro with puppy eyes.

“no more for me!” emma said, throwing up her arms in a cross. “i’m drunk.”

“see? no more for emma, she’s drunk,” manjiro stated matter-of-factly, before turning to you. “y/n, are you sure you’re good for another?”

you were tipsy, but nowhere near your limit, so you nodded.

he pat your head softly, oblivious to the fireworks he sparked in your chest.

“see, ken? y/n’s fine, and that’s why she gets another drink,” he said smugly. “i’ll be right back,” he whispered to you, smiling.

you nod again, desperately trying to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks.

emma made eye contact with you, widening her eyes as if to ask: oh my god!? did he just do that!?

you widen yours in response, as though to tell her: i don’t know! shut up! act normal!

“so any secrets of manjiro’s that you can tell us now that he’s gone?” emma joked, cocking her head towards ken.

“huh,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “i do have secrets, but i wanna make it out of here alive, so none that i can tell you.”

she pouted and you laughed, shaking your head when manjiro returned, drinks in hand.

“what’d i miss?” he asked.

“nothing,” ken replied quickly, a cocky grin on his face. “nothing at all.”

manjiro merely raised his eyebrows, but didn’t question it. he sat a little closer to you when he returned than he did before he left, as if to rid you of your prior insecurities.

“so emma, you’re a graphic designer, right?” manjiro asked. “what about you, y/n?”

“me? i’m in advertising,” you responded, suddenly shy now that the spotlight was on you. “what do you and ken do? you two work together, right?”

they shot each other furtive glances, pausing to clear their throats awkwardly.

“uh… it’s complicated,” ken started. “you can say that we’re in finance.”

“like, at a bank?”

“... no, not exactly.”

“it’s complicated and boring,” manjiro interjected smoothly. “but working together makes up for it.”

you somehow got the sense that you shouldn’t ask for more details, and so you swallowed your questions.

“shit!” emma gasped suddenly. “y/n, i forgot my keys—can i stay over?”

“again?” you laughed. “yeah, of course you can.”

“should we get going, then?” ken asked, looking worriedly at emma. “i’ll just drop you two back off where i picked you up?”

“yes, that’d be perfect,” you said, grateful for his concern.

he nodded, and helped emma to stand and walk towards the exit.

manjiro cleared his throat, catching you by the wrist as you also got up to leave.

“ah, wait—y/n,” he started, a little hesitant. “would you care to exchange numbers? no pressure, of course.”

“oh, sure!” you said, a little caught off-guard. “here, let me type in my number.”

he smiles gently to himself as he takes the phone back from you, and enters his own in your phone.

“here you go,” he said, handing it back to you as the two of you started to follow ken and emma. “i had fun tonight, y/n.”

“me too,” you said, a little shyly. “thanks for buying me those drinks.”

he shrugged. “it was the least i can do, after all this time,” his voice trailed off, and you strained to catch what he’d said over the buzz in the restaurant.

“sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” you said, leaning in.

“n-nothing, just that it was the least i could do,” he said quickly, cheeks flushing. “are you and emma going to be alright?”

“yeah, for sure, all she needs is some water,” you replied, touched by his concern. “she stays over all the time, it’s not like anything inconvenient.”

“that’s good to hear,” he said, patting your shoulder. “here, let me get the door.”

he opened the backdoor to the car, and you saw emma already sitting, her neck lolled back with her eyes closed.

“y/n! finally,” she pouted. “can we binge twilight at home?”

“maybe,” you laughed.

the four of you rode in comfortable silence on the way home, the windows rolled down to reveal the beautiful cityscape that sparkled in the clear night sky.

“we had a good time tonight,” ken said sincerely as you got out of the car. “hope you had fun, too.”

“we did,” you smiled. “thanks for dinner guys! and for the ride back.”

“of course.” manjiro looked at you curiously as you waved goodbye, waiting until you and emma were safely in your building before getting back in the car.

“so… that’s her, right?” ken asked quietly, starting the engine.

manjiro stared at your contact page in his phone for a moment before answering.

“... yeah. that’s her.”

you were weirdly constantly drawn to your phone in the days following your double date, and even in all your denial you have to admit that it’s probably because of how consistently ken and emma texted.

you were undoubtedly happy for her, especially since ken’s the first guy that you didn’t immediately disapprove of for her, but still—seeing her giggle at her phone when talking to him struck a strange chord in your heart.

he’d sent a cordial “hey, this is manjiro. just wanted to check in and see if you and emma woke up alright” the next morning, but your conversation had fallen a little flat by the end of the day.

sighing, at this point you were certain that you could deny your interest in him no longer. the tingly sensation you got in your chest when he patted your head in the restaurant came back to haunt you randomly throughout the day, and you swore that you’d do fucking anything to get rid of that.

should i text him first? you wondered. your eyes sauntered over to emma, who sat in the corner of your room, rapidly tapping on her phone. but what would i even text him about?

“emma,” you started hesitantly.

“hmm? what’s up?”

“what do you and ken talk about?”

she stared at you blankly before answering. “hmm, like… everything? i don’t know, we kinda just talk about our days, and stuff. i tell him about work and he tells me about whatever it is he does throughout the day.”

“mmm.”

“have you and manjiro been talking?”

“no,” you almost didn’t want to answer. “bu—”

“does that bother you?”

“n—” you started, stopping yourself halfway. “yeah, maybe. i just don’t, like, know what to talk about with him.”

“huh.”

“what?”

“heard from ken that manjiro really liked you,” she said nonchalantly, pursing her lips. “kinda weird that he hasn’t texted you or anything.”

“i couldn’t even tell that he liked me at all,” you said, exasperated.

“i don’t think it would hurt to text him first…” she said, lost in thought. “maybe ask to grab coffee?”

what was stopping you?

“i… i guess, yeah, i can do that,” you gave in.

“you guys would be so cute together,” she mused. “i might have been drunk that night, but i still remember him patting your head!”

“do you think that even meant anything? it felt so random.”

“it couldn’t have meant nothing, right? after all, ken did say that manjiro liked you, so…”

you sighed, at a loss. “help me write this text.”

“babe, you’re literally 23. i think you can compose a text on your own.”

you huffed in defeat, knowing she was right. looking over at her, you saw that she’d already gone back to giggling quietly and typing—must be nice, you thought.

hi... you started typing.

does that sound off? you wondered.

hey manjiro, hope i’m not bothering you! just wanted to know if you’d be down to grab some coffee sometime :)

you stared at your phone, the blinking cursor flashing ominously as your mind raced to think of a better way to construct the sentence.

fuck it, you thought, and pressed send.

hey y/n! sure, i’d love to. does sometime tomorrow work for you?

you blinked, surprised at the quick reply.

i get off work at 5, so i should be free any time after 6!

that sounds perfect, i’ll be coming back from something around then. wanna meet at bibble & sip? if i remember right, i think it’s in your area!

you laughed softly to yourself, a little amused at the fact that a guy like manjiro knew about a place like bibble & sip. you’d been there before and it was in your neighborhood—it was a quaint little cafe, known for their adorable sweets.

yeah, i love bibble & sip! sounds good, i’ll text you when i start heading over there tomorrow then.

looking forward to it. see you tomorrow, y/n :)

you stared for a while at the smiley face he included, wondering briefly if he was just trying to match your tone in sending that.

locking your phone, you turned on netflix, hoping that it would distract you from thinking about manjiro until tomorrow.

“fuck are you smiling at?” ken asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at manjiro in the passenger seat of his car.

“tch. nothing, dickhead,” manjiro spat, locking his phone quickly. silently, he thanked ken for always blasting music as he drove—surely he would have heard the drumming of his heart in his chest otherwise.

hey, i’m on my way! you texted, a couple blocks from the cafe.

i’ll be there in a few minutes! caught in some traffic right now.

no worries! i’ll grab us a table

you took a deep breath before locking your phone and opening the door to the cafe. thankfully, there were plenty of open seats, and you decided on the corner seats—soft mini couches with a ceramic table between them.

it wasn’t long before manjiro stepped through the entrance, scanning the room to find you, smiling when he did.

his smile offered an odd comfort to your pattering heart, starting to slowly dull your worries and anxiety about the meeting.

“y/n! have you been well?” he greeted you, pulling you into a gentle hug as you stood.

“mm, i have! what about you?”

“good, missed you though.” he’d said it so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t hear him. “i’ll go get us some drinks, do you have anything in particular in mind?”

you choked on air once you processed what he’d said. “j-just a latte, please,” you managed to splutter.

missed me? your thoughts raced wildly. did i hear that right?

you pretended to look through your phone as you waited for him to come back with your drinks, feeling too flushed to look at him outright.

“here you go,” he said, returning and setting down your coffees. “the glassware here is pretty nice, you said you’ve been here before right?”

“mhmm,” you said, mind still in a haze. “did you mean that, by the way?”

oh, shit.

“hmm? mean what?”

there was no escaping this situation now.

“that… that you missed me.”

manjiro blinked, as if confused as to why you even had to ask.

“yeah, why? i did…” he said, voice trailing off. “i did miss you. a lot, actually.”

you forced yourself to look him in his eyes, normally plain and dark but now shining with a genuine light, flickering between your own eyes as he tried to gauge what you were thinking.

you swallowed hard, a feeble attempt to compose yourself.

“oh.”

“you seem like you don’t believe me.”

“i mean,” you paused uncomfortably. “i mean it’s not that, but…”

“i wanted to text you,” he interrupted quietly. “but… i think something just held me back. like i don’t have the right to be texting you as much as i want.”

“the right…?”

he averted his gaze, staring instead at the foamy heart drawn on the top of his latte.

“it’s—it’s kinda complicated, honestly,” he started. “and i don’t mean this in a way where i’m, like, trying to avoid this conversation with you—”

“manjiro,” you cut in, gently but firmly. “i want to be honest with you. before you, i was in a fuck ton of shitty relationships where guys would avoid having important conversations with me, just like this one—but the difference between now and then is that now i’ve learned what it means to prioritize myself and i want to continue valuing that. if there’s something important that you can’t talk to me about, and it’ll keep us from…” you paused, unsure of the word you were looking for. “from… continuing… whatever this is, then—”

you gulped, wondering if you really meant what you were about to say.

“then i don’t want it,” you finished, quietly.

he paused, thinking.

“you’re right,” he said slowly. “no, you’re right. and—i’m sorry, i should have been more considerate. is… is now a good time to have a long, maybe boring conversation?”

your heart thumped in your chest wildly, excited from the thrill of not backing down from something you really wanted.

college me would be shocked right now, you thought wryly.

“yeah, i have time.”

he nodded, sipping his coffee.

“so… when ken and i said that we work in finance, we weren’t lying—entirely. but we deal with… dirty money.”

what? you stared at him blankly.

“okay, long story short—we run a gang.”

huh?

your bewildered face must have been funny to him, since he broke out in laughter. you were half expecting him to go “what!? did you believe me!?”, yet no such expression came.

“sorry, sorry, you just looked really cute,” he chuckled. “i’m being serious, though. i’m technically the leader, though ken shares a lot of my responsibilities, too.”

you found yourself furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief, trying to comprehend the words he’d said.

“is that, like, legal?”

another wide grin from him.

“unfortunately not, but that doesn’t really get in our way often.”

you nodded, choosing to drink your coffee in silence. a gang!? the fuck?

“but—but wait, before you start thinking whatever it is you’re thinking—we’re good people, i promise,” he said quickly, hands raised. “we don’t hurt innocent people, we don’t steal from innocent people, we really… our mission isn’t to hurt people, y’know? it’s kind of like our own world…”

you swallowed.

“as long as you’re a good person…” you responded slowly.

manjiro couldn’t help but break out into soft peals of laughter, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest at how cute and innocent your reaction was.

“i get it if you don’t believe me,” he said quietly, fingering the rim of his mug. “but i—”

“no, i do,” your response surprised you just as much as it did him.

“is it… okay with you?” he asked hesitantly, cautiously meeting your gaze.

was it? you weren’t even sure, yourself.

“i don’t know,” you answered honestly. “but i do appreciate you telling me.”

his cheeks grew rosy, and he looked down. “yeah. i was a little scared to tell you though, to be quite honest.”

“yeah, like what if i was an undercover cop?”

he snorted. “i guess i’d let you handcuff me.”

“tch,” you laughed, mind too empty to string together an actual response.

you both sipped quietly from your cups, looking anywhere but at each other.

manjiro had to go first, after receiving a call from ken.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized, genuine concern glowing in his eyes. “i’m sorry—i’ll make it up to you. but this is urgent.”

“gang stuff?” you giggled.

“uh,” he smiled, bemused. “yeah.”

“it’s okay—i should be heading home now, anyway.”

he nodded, internally fighting over whether he should just say fuck it and walk you home first before heading back to ken.

“text me when you’re home?”

“sure.”

he smiled, and reached his hand to gently squeeze yours.

your mind was a blur as you slowly made your way home, finding the balmy night air to be the perfect backdrop for you to try and clear your thoughts.

a gang… but a good one? the crease in your forehead deepened the more you tried to think about it.

but he was honest with you, and you couldn’t sense even a hint of deceit from him.

but a gang!? and not only that—but he’s the leader?

you sighed, dropping your head to stare at the floor as you walked.

“oi, slut.”

you froze, every cell in your body turning to stone as you registered who that voice belonged to. you couldn’t help but turn around slowly, praying to every deity there was that it wasn’t who you thought it was.

“that’s what you’re doing now? fucking with gang leaders?”

the lens of his glasses glinted in the moonlight, amber eyes glowering at you from behind them.

“thought you were done with men after we broke up,” he sneered, not taking his eyes off you for even a second as he stalked towards you.

“kisaki…?” god, you hated how your voice trembled.

“oh, so you still remember me,” he said, continuing his pace towards you. you backed up, backed up without thinking until you were pricked in the back by some family’s bush, thin branches and leaves threatening to leave holes in the soft fabric of your cardigan. “you still remember me, even though now you’ve got time to fuck around with guys like manjiro.”

your breath hitched at the mention of his name.

“how did you—”

“i saw everything, saw you simpering and giggling with him—what, did you think that because he got coffee for you that he’d be a different person?”

“w-what do you mea—”

a kick to the chest left kisaki on the floor, dumbfounded as to how he got there.

manjiro stood in front of you protectively, ken at his side.

“take her home,” ken muttered quietly.

“you think i don’t know that?” manjiro quipped, but his expression softened as he turned to you. “are you alright? come, i’ll walk you back.”

you nodded blankly, taking shallow breaths in an attempt to calm your trembling body.

he looked at you worriedly, but decided against saying anything. he merely took your hand in his, entwining your fingers softly in his.

your body moved on autopilot, only able to put one foot in front of the other because it was something you’d done for over twenty years.

“did he hurt you?” he asked, holding your hand securely.

you shook your head, wide-eyed. after all this time, he still came to find me.

“y—of course, you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, but.. what was he to you?”

“my ex,” you said, shaky voice piercing the otherwise still serenity of the night. “the last guy i ever dated.”

“mmm.”

the sounds of your combined footsteps filled the air, thick with unasked and unanswered questions.

“he was abusive,” you said quietly, voice so low that it almost came out as a whisper. “not, like, physically, he didn’t hit me or anything—but mentally. made me feel worthless and shitty, and like i’d never amount to anything unless i stayed with him.”

manjiro balled his free hand into a fist at your words, knuckles whitening as they sunk in. he knew kisaki was a piece of shit, knew that there was something wrong with the guy—but it was too late. he and ken were too late, and kisaki had found you.

he swallowed his anger.

“did he say anything weird to you?”

“he mentioned you, actually, kinda seemed like you knew each other.”

“we do,” manjiro said grimly. “we have a shit history together, too.”

“oh.”

you couldn’t do this tonight. you probably couldn’t do it tomorrow, either. seeing kisaki had drained the energy from your body, bringing back in floods the awful, god awful memories of your years together.

“it’s this place, right?”

he stopped, causing you to nearly bump into him as you continued mindlessly walking. you blinked, the familiar front garden and walkway slowly coming into focus in your vision.

“y-yeah,” you said, staring blankly.

“i’ll wait for you to go in, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly, loosening his grip on your hand.

you shook your head silently.

“what’s wrong? oh, i should walk you to your door—come, y/n.”

he led you slowly to your doorstep, keeping an eye out on the sidewalk behind you as you fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door.

“sleep tight,” he said, squeezing your fingers. “text me if you need anything.”

don’t leave.

you shook your head once more, simply gazing at him with empty eyes.

“hmm? is something wrong?”

“can you come in with me?”

“i…” he searched your eyes apprehensively. “yeah, i can—of course.”

silently, he followed you in, locking the door behind you.

“i’m scared,” you said quietly, your emotions laid bare on your face.

“it’s okay, i got you—i’m here. i can stay until you fall asleep.”

manjiro gulped, hoping that if he swallowed hard enough, his heart would stop beating so damn wildly.

you nodded simply.

“help yourself to anything in the kitchen,” you said, an awkward formality. with a meek smile, you turned and padded off to the bathroom to shower.

once he heard the water running, he sunk down into the plush cushions of your living room sofa, checking his phone to find updates from ken. relieved, he read ken’s messages to find that kisaki had been taken care of.

he let out a long, slow exhale, wondering how he’d ended up in your apartment. looking around, he found that traces of you could be found everywhere: in the simple, neat way you arranged your things, the hints of color in the accessories, the stuffed animal sitting in the corner chair—

the stuffed animal that’d once belonged to him.

vivid memories flooded back, surging into his brain at once as his memory played back in his mind like a movie reel. he remembered suddenly how you’d chased him around the playground, screaming and laughing as you ran with your arms outstretched, gunning straight for the stuffed bunny he’d held in his arms. he remembered suddenly how he’d even gotten it—his older brother, shinichiro had won it at some arcade and brought it home for him, and how the first thought his childish brain had upon seeing the doll was that you would probably like it. he remembered suddenly showing up to your childhood house with that same bunny in his arms, presenting it to you on your sixth birthday, and how your eyes had lit up with childish glee upon receiving it.

there he sat on your sofa, so entirely lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed the single, hot tear rolling down his cheek, nor your re-entrance to the room, fresh from your shower.

“you’re gonna stay ‘til i fall asleep, right?”

he nodded, quickly wiping the fallen moisture from sight.

“yeah, are you going to bed now?”

“yeah.”

“okay.”

he followed you to your bedroom, sitting gingerly at your dresser as you tucked yourself into your covers.

what am i doing? you wondered hazily. inviting a guy you liked, but barely knew into your home—and not only that, but to wait for you to sleep. and he’s the leader of the gang. somehow, that seemed like the least important fact about him.

but your body acted on its own, acting according to an autopilot you didn’t know you’d had configured.

you extended your hand out to him, looking at him with innocent eyes, silently pleading for him to take your hand in his.

he understood and willingly obliged, sitting at the very edge of your mattress and entwining your fingers in his once more.

“good night,” he said, his smooth voice blanketing your frazzled mind and offering some semblance of comfort. “i’ll be here, don’t worry.”

you nodded, blinking sleepily.

what am i doing… you asked yourself wearily, but at this moment, you found that you didn’t even have the energy to care. all you wanted, desperately, desperately needed was something to distract you from kisaki tetta, to rid you of all the shitty memories and to hold you and make you feel like everything would be okay.

his hand was warm, engulfing yours, and you held it close to your cheek, laying on your side.

you drifted off easily, his smell and warm, comforting presence cleansing you of your fears.

manjiro’s phone buzzed in the jacket that he left in your chair, and he willfully ignored it, choosing instead to watch you sleep. a sense of relief settled in his heart watching the slight crease in your forehead smooth out, leaving your expression otherwise sweet and peaceful.

his eyes flickered to your nightstand, the framed picture causing his heart to jump into his throat.

there he was, his blonde hair a sloppy mess atop his head, and there you were, clinging to his arm—just as you always had, when you were little.

when things were simpler, he thought, with a pang.

he’d never wanted to leave you.

when shinichiro died, his family was broken, opting to leave the neighborhood altogether in an ugly attempt to cope with their grief. but it only broke little mikey further, first being so cruelly separated from his beloved brother, and then ripped from his beloved you.

for the past twenty or so years, he’d spent much of his time wondering how he’d apologize to you, how he’d confess that you were his childhood love—if he’d ever see you again.

and then one day, like destiny you’d been brought to each other. and now, like destiny, he sat at the edge of your bed, holding your hand as you drifted to sleep.

it wasn’t before he was just a centimeter from your face that he realized what he was doing, and he moved to pull away when you suddenly shifted, bringing your lips to meet his.

the sudden contact woke you from your sleep, and you opened your eyes to see a pair of familiar, dark eyes gaping at yours.

familiar, dark eyes that strangely reminded you of—

“mikey…?” you asked, bleary and dazed from your sleep.

he shrunk back slightly, his ears ringing with the sound of his heart drumming in his chest.

“yeah,” he said hoarsely, swallowing hard. “it’s me—it’s mikey, y/n.”

blinking away the fogginess, you stared at him in disbelief until something clicked in your brain.

“manj—mikey?” you asked, sitting up, heat rising quickly to your face. “you’re mikey?”

nodding, he searched your eyes for any hint of your thoughts.

how could you not have realized?

“mik—my mikey?”

he stilled, confused.

“yours?”

your face grew even hotter, realizing what you’d said.

“i mean—” he started.

“it’s you, right?” you interrupted. “you knew i was—that i was me, right? why didn’t you say anything?”

he didn’t have an answer, merely dropping his head down to avoid eye contact.

“it’s like i said before, y/n. i… i didn’t think i deserved to be able to tell you.”

“why did you leave me?”

your words rang raw with emotion, hiding the twenty years’ worth of pent up tears and childish fits behind them.

he swallowed, hard.

“shin died.”

oh.

“my parents decided it was best—for them—to just… leave. leave behind this neighborhood where we’d grown up with shin. it was too much for them, i guess.”

you gripped your sheets until they balled up in your fists, overwhelmed with feelings and emotions you thought you’d safely locked away two decades ago.

“you were my first love, you know.”

mikey spoke simply, quietly, as though what he’d just confessed was a simple fact, not to ever be denied or argued with.

“you don’t have to say anyth—”

“stupid,” you cut him off, staring at him with shining eyes brimming with hot tears. “you were mine, too.”

time slowed for mikey, each passing second feeling like an hour as he took in what you’d said.

“and i wanted to confess first.”

you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into you and bringing his lips home, home to yours, and briefly you felt the trickle of a tear that wasn’t yours spill onto your cheek.

your lips were soft on his chapped ones, and for a couple of sweet, sweet moments the two of you stayed together like that, pouring the emotions of two small children who’d never had their feelings validated into this one sweet, simple kiss.

trembling still, you lifted your other hand to caress his cheek, wiping away the tear that had already fallen and mixed with yours.

he caught your wrist, wrapping his other arm around you, doing what he’d wanted to do ever since the day he left you back then—holding your body close to his, he tried to remember every bit of detail of how your body fit perfectly in his arms, how it felt so right holding you, and never wanting to let go.

his tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours in a slow waltz as if silently apologizing for not having done this earlier.

you moved your arms to wrap around his torso instead, guiding him onto the bed where you lay, and he knelt with one knee between your thighs, hovering over your body as he kissed you.

it were as though a little voice in your head continued to chant it’s mikey! he loves me! he loves me too! in disbelief, and you grew so tired of the incessant chatter that you let yourself go, leaving your mind blank as you entrusted yourself to mikey.

“can i?” he whispered, pulling slightly at the loosened strap of your sleep tank.

you nodded, studying his face up close as you hadn’t been able to do for over two decades.

“you’ve aged,” you laughed softly, rubbing gentle circles into his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“because i missed you too much,” he replied simply, nothing but sincerity shining through his dark eyes.

that silenced you, and you merely lay there, letting him push your strap down your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing featherlight kisses down the line of your neck and collarbone.

his breath tickled you, and you trembled beneath him, prompting him to stop in concern.

“is this okay? should i stop?” he asked, searching your eyes for an answer to an unspoken question.

you shook your head. “it’s nothing, don’t worry—i’m just… i’m just happy.”

the relief was evident in his face, and he attempted to hide his smile by burying his face in the crook of your neck, cradling the back of your head in his palm.

“i’m sorry for not telling you earlier, the moment i met you,” he confessed. “i wanted to, especially since i didn’t even know that the other girl was going to be you. but i thought that maybe telling you would fuck things up, and i didn’t want to risk not seeing you again.”

you squeezed his shoulder tight, understanding.

“i get it, mikey,” you said, smiling inadvertently at the way his childhood nickname slipped so easily from your lips. “nothing’s changed in the way i feel for you. i love you, still.”

his face burned, and he stayed silent, his mind and chest bursting with so many feelings that he had no room left for words. instead, silently he continued to pepper your skin with kisses, peeling away the blanket that separated your bodies.

you gasped lightly as the cool air rushed around your bare skin, his hand gliding along the line of your waist to hitch under the hem of your tanktop, resting finally at the area just below your rib cage.

if he was going to be honest, he was afraid to touch you still. afraid to make a wrong move, afraid to scare you away and afraid to ruin this golden chance he had at pursuing the lifetime love that he’d tried so ardently to lock away.

sensing his hesitation, you took his hand in yours and guided it up to your breasts, entangling your other hand in his hair.

he understood, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers, blood rushing to his cock at the sound of your pitchy breaths. his other hand dipped below the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them delicately until you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down, exposing your panties.

mikey lifted his head, drinking in the sight of your nearly naked body beneath his. on so many restless nights—nights that he couldn’t say he was particularly proud of—he’d imagined what it would feel like to finally have you, finally have confessed and finally be able to love you, all of you like he’d always wanted to do.

shyly, you tugged too at his shirt, a cute attempt at lifting it over his shoulders.

chuckling, he sat up and pulled it off in one go, leaving you slightly stunned, unable to string any words together as you examined the gentle ripples his muscles made each time he moved. silvery scars lined his skin here and there, littering his chest and even parts of his stomach.

noticing your diverted attention, he dipped down to plant a light kiss to your forehead.

“i’m okay, don’t worry. they didn’t hurt me—i’m really strong, you know.”

“oh yeah? if you’re so strong, then how’d you get these scars in the first place?” you quipped.

“what? strong people can’t get scars?” you both chuckled, and gone were your anxieties and worries.

he undid his pants, sliding them off easily and flinging them to the side in one motion, and slid your panties down your legs in the next.

“so pretty,” he breathed, unthinkingly bringing his finger down to your wet slit, gathering up the juices that had started to pool and staring at the way it strung to his fingers even as he pulled away.

you found yourself yearning even more for his touch, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation of where he would touch you next.

he brought his finger to his tongue, licking at the slick that remained.

“so sweet,” he continued, and your pussy throbbed at his words.

pulling down his boxers, you watched as his cock sprung free, slapping his abs.

he stroked it languidly as he bent over you, lining himself up with your dripping cunt.

“are you sure?” he asked you, darkened eyes sure to catch any hint of ingenuity.

you nodded wordlessly, lifting your hands to rest on his shoulders.

you swore that the moment he entered you must have been the most heavenly thing you’d experience, the instant in which the two of you finally got what you wanted—it felt so good, so so good that it almost felt too good to be true, and your synchronous moans filled the room, invisibly settling in the air, surrounding your bodies.

your grip on his shoulders grew tighter, your knuckles whitening from the pressure.

a whispered string of curses fell from mikey’s lips as he threw his head back, basking in the pleasure your walls brought him, squeezing and pulsing around his size.

you wrapped your legs tight around his lower back, keeping him in you, moaning as you did so.

“f-fuck, mikey,” you mewled, straining your neck from the way he filled you up.

“say it again,” he panted, hips stuttering at your words. “my name—say it again, please—”

“oh’m god, mikey—feels s’good,” you breathed, eyebrows furrowing as he continued to hit that perfect, fleshy spot inside you.

he groaned, nearly unraveling in that very second. his thrusts grew longer and harder, his balls slapping the curve of your ass with each stroke.

your nails dug crescent shapes into his shoulder blades as you cried out, the feeling of being so utterly filled up only adding to the pressure you felt in your lower stomach.

mikey pressed a thumb to your clit, rubbing soft, sloppy circles into the tight bud in hopes of hearing you cry out harder, cry out his name harder, louder, so that your voice would carry through the thin walls of your apartment and reach your neighbors, unsuspecting strangers who knew nothing of the love between you two but would know going forward that you were his, and he was yours.

“s-so tight,” he muttered, as if in disbelief. “so good, all f’r me, all mine, right love?”

you nodded desperately, heat flooding over your entire body as you felt that knot in your stomach threaten to burst.

one particularly hard thrust later, and you broke, melting into a puddle in his arms, coming undone in the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm.

he held you tight, fucking you even through your spasms, hoping to draw out every last moan and mewl you had left inside you.

your pussy fluttered around him as he fucked you through your high, squeezing and pulling him in deeper each time he attempted to pull out, and he was unsure of how much longer he could possibly last.

“mmnh—! ‘s too much, too much mikey,” you gasped, your whole body left trembling.

but he paid you no attention, rutting into you ruthlessly just so he could hear the squelch of your pussy sucking him in one more time.

he lowered his head to latch onto your nipple, sucking and massaging your breasts with his hand, wiping your mind entirely blank.

“mik—mikey!” you whined.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he cooed, lifting his head from your chest. “let me show you how much i love you.”

once again burying his head in your chest, he continued to pump into you, chasing his own release.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice feverish and nearly delirious. “can’t believe i finally get to have you, get to do what i’ve been dreamin’ of—”

the way your pussy clenches around him at his words drives him over the edge, and with a breathy whine he let go, holding you tight as his cum filled you up, painting your wet walls a warm white, his cock twitching inside with each spurt.

you wrapped your legs tight around him, keeping him in you as he whimpered, hips stuttering through his release.

and there you lay, bodies intertwined to become one, mixed juices dripping from your lips and down the insides of your thighs.

for a few peaceful moments, the only sounds disrupting the serenity of your room were those of your labored breathing and the rustling of your sheets as he brought his arm up to cradle your head once more.

“i told you already and i know you know,” he started, speaking into your neck. “but i love you, y/n, love you so much and always have.”

you stroked his hair affectionately, smiling though he couldn’t possibly see it.

“yeah, i know. and listen—i told you already ‘nd i know you know, but i love you too, mikey.”

“y/n.”

“hmm?”

“be mine? it’s… it’s all i ever wanted.”

his tone was quiet, sincere, hesitant, even, as his heart flew to his throat, anticipating your answer.

you hugged him tight, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing him impossibly harder.

“is this you renewing your marriage proposal?” you giggled.

“you remembered that?” he asked bashfully, after a beat of silence.

“how could i forget? did you!?”

“no, no, just surprised is all.” he swallowed, hoping to embed this moment forever into his memory. “well… what if i said yes?”

“like, this is a renewal of that old proposal?”

“depends.”

you broke out into a wide smile, hands balling into fists at his back.

“then what if i said yes to your proposal?”

“i’d tell you i loved you again.”

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meltwonu · 3 years ago

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2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

10. “We’re in public, you know.”

notes; stylist!jun, actress!reader, sex toys, dirty talk, sexual acts in public! I’m gonna be honest with yall i did not have a good weekend(more coworker bs) ☠️😭 KJHDKJHKJ but u kno what its the start of a new week so here’s hoping to better things this week!! 😩💐 Im tired as fuck tho but thats also normal lolol I'm hoping to have time this week to rly sit down and get some inbox msgs down too, i really just havent had the time or the energy so fingers crossed 🤞 !! As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

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“D–Don’t…”

“Hm??”

Jun’s lips ease into a sleazy smirk - his fingertips toying with your hair as a shiver rolls down your spine.

“Jun, I–mmh, I have to–to go back to set in a few–few minutes…”

“I know, just let me fix your hair. The wind messed it up and it needs to be fixed for the next scene.”

He watches as you squirm in front of him - knowing that the vibrator snug against your clit was the cause of your shaky movements.

“Can’t, a-ah, you–you turn it o-off? N-now?”

You feel your entire body on the brink of another orgasm just as he finishes up and sprays your hair down with another pass of hair spray - nonchalant even though he knows the effect that the toy has on you.

“But you already came, didn’t you? Right here.”

Before you can retort, his quick fingers are up your skirt and between your thighs as he presses the toy harder against your clit - your clipped whines taking you by surprise as your eyes dart all across the set.

There’s nobody near the two of you at the dressing van and you breath a sigh of relief before you pout.

“W–we’re in public, you know!? You–you can’t just d-do that, Jun…! A-anyone can see!”

He smirks before retracting his hand; instead going in for the remote for the toy as he turns it off and lets you relax for a moment to catch your breath.

“You say that like I didn’t fuck you behind the dressing van three days ago~ Your cute ‘lil skirt just pushed up while I bent you over and fucked you so good you were almost late to set~ I’m so good at my job, they didn’t even realize how fucked out you looked just moments before filming~”

The memory makes goosebumps rise on your skin remembering how you had to film back to back scenes with Jun’s cum pooling in your panties before you could get home, much less a change of clothes.

“I–I’m wearing a, ngh, w-white dress today though... I–I can’t get it d-dirty...” Mumbling, you let him fix your outfit once more - his experienced hands roaming all over your body as you resist the urge to give into his touches.

“I know, I picked it just for you~ Makes you look so cute and innocent even though we both know how different you really are, off set~ Going to work with a ‘lil vibrator in your panties~”

He chuckles as you whimper in return.

“You–you have to make it up to me later...”

“Oh? How should I do that, hmm, babygirl?”

You’re too focused on thinking to realize he’s holding the remote again; fingertip on the button as he sets it to the highest setting and watches as you double over in front of him when all the pleasure rushes through you at once.

“Jun–Jun–Jun...!”

He watches as you cum; body shivering and thighs threatening to give out as soft, quiet whimpers and whines leave your lips while he chuckles and lets you ride out your pleasure out in the open.

And in the midst of your high, a loud booming voice can be heard throughout the filming set - no doubt the director as he tests the mic on the megaphone before continuing.

“We’re having trouble with the boom mics on set. We’ll be taking a short break while we try to get replacements. Thank you for your patience and understanding! We’ll try to get it fixed ASAP!”

A breathy moan escapes you the second that Jun turns the toy off; this time catching you as your entire body melts into his touch.

“Ah, did you hear that? Seems like we have a little bit of time~ How about I fix your outfit in the van, hm? Looks like you might’ve gotten it dirty just now.”

This time, you find yourself growling - manicured fingers digging into the sleeve of his shirt as he grins at you.

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly and if you don’t make me cum with your cock in the next 15 minutes, I’m firing you.”

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bbybaku · 3 years ago

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cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july.

1.8 k words

slow burn but there is smut

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it.

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it.

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left.

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did.

you texted him to hang out.

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car.

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch.

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?”

you sighed “im sorry i just-”

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got when he was irritated. and he knew it.

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw.

“do you want to be like that?” he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift.

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be.

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating.

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside.

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly.

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs”

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it.

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open.

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat.

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability.

he loved having you at his mercy.

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs.

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him.

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit.

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp.

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling.

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache.

he blew cold air on your exposed heat.

you cried out.

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level.

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing. i said to beg like the whore you are.”

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.”

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance.

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles.

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache.

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds.

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release.

“please i - can i please” you whined.

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth.

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?”

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit.

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud.

you were crying at the pleasure.

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you.

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you.

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator.

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out.

your lower body convulsing.

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.”

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh.

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could.

“no” he said sweetly.

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked.

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences.

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator.

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up.

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony.

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths.

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants.

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground.

“well what if we” you started.

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed.

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-”

you went to speak but no words came out.

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex”

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine”

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck.

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solarwonux · 4 years ago

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59. “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

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The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body.

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend.

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away.

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm.

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head.

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours.

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you.

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips.

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek.

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully.

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric.

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his.

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.”

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?”

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body.

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back.

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could.

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?”

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?”

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.”

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back.

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them.

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart.

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole.

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver.

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever.

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,”

“I love you, now can we shower?”

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?”

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

#kpopscape #kdiarynet #bts #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts drabbles #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader

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short-skirt-longjackett · 3 years ago

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High School Sweethearts pt. 2

part 1

-Klitz x gn!reader

-warnings: sexual comments, little angst, fluff :))

It has been two weeks into school and Klitz couldn’t wait to see you again this morning. He stood with Eli and Matt at the front entrance, almost rocking on his heels with excitement. He waited by the entrance with his friends, “Come on we can wait for them inside!” Eli whined, leaning his head back and groaning.

“They ride their bike to school so it kinda takes a bit to get here, plus it’s better for the environment and a healthy option-” he rambled before getting cut off by Eli groaning even louder than the last time. Klitz smile grew wider when he saw you pull into the bike parking spots, watching you chain up your bike before coming over to join the group.

First period was spent everyone sharing facts about themselves and talking to one another. You and Klitz spent the whole period talking about your evenings and the facts you wrote down. “So you played on your old school’s volleyball team?” he asked as you nodded, “Yup! And I want to try out for this school’s volleyball team too. I was the spiker on the team,” you smiled, fiddling with the pink and green mechanical pencil in your hands.

Klitz couldn’t help but let his mind wonder of you look like in the volleyball high-waisted, tight shorts...He tried to shake it from his thoughts he couldn’t help it. “So you do fencing right? Is it any fun?” you ask, “Y-Yeah, I try and do it correctly but Eli makes it hard.” he laugh as you gave him a small giggle.

Klitz watched you as you leaned on the desk, reading the facts you wrote on your paper. His eyes traveled down to look down your shirt, seeing your breast held so heavenly in your white bra.

He tried to look away back at his paper, shaking his head, “So are you ready for third period? I don’t to start on math todaaaay, why do we have to start it so early instead of ‘get to know me’ stuff first. Least today is friday...” you whine and rambled, placing your head on the table, “H-Hey Eli, Matt, and I are gonna hang out this weekend, want to join?”

You look up and smiled, “Yeah! I would love to, where are you all going?”.

“Just my house around 1, want me to come pick you up?” he asked as you nodded. “Here, take my number and address..” you said while writing your information on piece of note book paper. You quickly ripped it off and handed it to him as the bell rung, “See you soon!” you said, picking up your bookbag and leaving the class.

Klitz didn’t get to tell you bye, watching you leave. He looked down at the paper written in pink pen ink, “Call me! :)) and here’s my address!” you wrote your information plus smiley faces and hearts. His heart fluttered, this was the cutest thing he has seen. He placed the paper in his bag and left his seat in first period.

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Klitz sat down in third period, he got there before you. He saw you run in and to your seat, watching your breast bounce with every step. Klitz looked down at this desk, he felt like such a pervert. “Hi Klitzy! Gosh sorry for taking so long, Eli kept talking about how I guess Matt’s new neighbor is a porn star..” you laughed off, sitting down next to Klitz.

First of all, that nickname sounds perfect coming out of your mouth. Second of all, what? To be honest he couldn’t care less, I mean a porn star is a porn star and they’re okay. But maybe it’s bias, you’re the most beautiful person to him... “Oh? Well that’s interesting...” he mumbles, turning to you.

“Yeah...Eli said she’s apparently, she’s ‘really hot’...I don’t know...Do you think I’m pretty?” you ask, almost seeming upset. Klitz could sense the insecurity in your voice, why were you upset by he words of Eli? He knows how sometimes people get upset when other people talk about porn stars, they can feel insecure cause they don’t look like them, a visual of sexual appeal...Klitz felt the same way.

“Y/n, you are very beautiful...Trust me on that,” he says with a smiling, watching you blush and look down. Biting your lip, holding back your smile, “Thank you Klitz... I think your very handsome.” you said, making him smile.

The bell rang, making class begin. You turned to the front of the class room as the math teacher began to speak. During class he tried to pay attention but it was so hard when you were right next to me. You couldn’t focus either, you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t mind.

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Walking to lunch with Klitz was your favorite part of the day. Your math class is kinda far from the lunchroom, so you got more one on one time with Klitz, with the crowded hallways you are able to get close to Klitz physically, and with that he places his hand on your shoulder to keep track of you.

When leaving the math classroom, a hand was placed on your shoulder and you walk along to the lunch room. You smiled and looked up at him, “So did you get today’s lesson? I barely understood it.” you laughed off, trying to speak up in the now filled hallway. “Yeah I wrote down all the notes I possibly could. I can help you study or just tutor you in genral.” Klitz offered, hoping you’d say yes.

“Oh my god really? I would love that! And I really, really need it.” you whined towards the end, “I don’t know how I’m gonna pass this class..”

“You don’t have to worry Y/n, I’ll help you.” Klitz smiled down on you, he felt so relieved you said yes. Now he’ll have an excuse to come see you after school throughout the whole year now. He prays you don’t start randomly getting good at math.

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“I can’t stand our fucking history teacher Y/n, he’s so annoying!” Eli whined while sitting down in his seat at their table. “We just started not too long ago Eli, I think you’ll live.” You smile, taking a bite out of apple.

“Yeah Eli I think you’re gonna be okay.” Klitz chimed in, Eli flipping him off quickly before eating again. “So Matt, Tell them about Danielle!” Eli sounded excited, but Klitz looked at you and noticed you demeanor change.

He saw how quickly smile faded into a slight frown. Klitz saw your playing with the hem of your black skirt. He placed his hand on top of yours and you stopped messing with the fabric, but you embraced his hand and he felt a little grip to his fingers.

“She’s a nice person and she’s pretty chill,” Matt said, sounding a bit annoyed. “No, no Matt, you’re forgetting the best part dude. Her being a pornstar-“ Eli was cut off by Matt snapping at him. “And? She’s a genuinely cool girl and nice to me. Plus you’re making Y/n uncomfortable, ever take anyone else’s feelings into consideration?” he said, getting up and walking away. Eli followed him and was trying to talk down Matt.

You and Klitz watched them run out, you sighed, “Thank you for that…I just feel almost awkward and kinda ashamed since I’m not like a hot pornstar. Cause you know boys your age like that stuff and I can’t help but compare..” you said, still holding onto his hand.

“You’re okay, I get it. I just don’t ever want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Klitz reassured you, smiling at you. You looked at him but you still managed a small smile. “Do you think Danielle is prettier than me?” you asked.

“ I haven’t even met her but I know you are prettier cause you have a good heart, a great personality, and a b-beautiful face.” he stuttered towards the end, blushing a bit at complimenting you. You laughed off your nervousness and hid you pink covered cheeks, “Thank you Klitz…Would you wanna ditch your 7th period study hall to come to my ceramics? I am in advanced so I pretty much and left to my own and can make stuff on my own.” you offered, trying to convince him to come.

He nodded, “Y-Yeah! I just have to get a pass from my teacher and I can come down. Maybe you can teach me something since I’m gonna help you with math.” You guys laughed with each other, your hand hold becoming tighter and you laughed.

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After your shared 6th period, Klitz does as he promised and get a pass to come visit your ceramics class. One he walks in he if greeted by stares. “Can I help you? I don’t think you are one of my students.” The art teacher came up to him, she sounded confused almost. “O-Oh I’m here because Y/n invited me here..” he stuttered. The teacher stared at him before shrugging.

“Alright, I don’t mind you coming here as long as Y/n stays on task and you aren’t skipping any core class.” she said walking away.

He nodded as he walked over to you. You were...throwing a ball on clay on a plate? “What’s this Y/n?” Klitz asked, making you look up. “Hi Klitzy, this is a throwing wheel! It’s how a lot of pottery is made. You build the clay up and can make any pot or vase or really anything that can hold stuff.” you laughed off, “Wanna try it out?”

“I don’t know how to-“he was cut off, “I can show you! Here put this apron on, sit in that seat and wet your hands.” you instructed as you handed him the apron. He does as he’s told, sitting down and wetting his hands.

“Okay so place your hands on the side of the clay and press the pedal lightly to starting spinning,” you told him, as the clay span in the palm of his hands. Your hands place over his, your body was close to his now. Adding pressure to his hands with yours, “Now, we’re gonna build up the clay...” you whispered to him, the words made his body tingle. Your chest against his back, you are guiding his hands, and your whispering is really doing it for him.

“Now that it’s completely centered, you can dip your fingers in..” you whispered again, making his middle and ring finger dip into the clay, creating hole. This sight almost looked like him fingering...nevermind. You helped him build up the clay and thin out the sides. “You’re doing really well,” you praised. Klitz felt his face heat up, your words and your hands are filling his senses.

After awhile of repeating this process, you pulled your hands away, “Boom! You’re done!” you cheered, “Now I’ll use the toggles on the bottom on your pot and on Monday we can fire it!” you said, getting up from behind it, “Now go wash your hands,” you said as he got up to the sink.

While he washed his hands, he couldn’t stop thinking of your hands on his and you whispering into his ear. As he got paper towels, he took deep breathes to calm himself. Coldness hit his back, where your breast were pressed upon.

He went back to you after he set the apron back on the rack, “So, we still on for tomorrow?” he asked shyly. “Y-Yeah, I’m really excited to hangout with you guys...but I don’t know about Matt and Eli are coming cause what happened at the lunch room.” you said. Klitz ealized, “Oh shit you’re right.. Well if anything I’ll check on them tonight, if they’re still mad or something...Do you still want to hangout just us two?” Klitz asked, rubbing his neck nervously.

You took the plate that held his small pot off the spinning wheel part, looking at him we a smile, “Y-Yes! I would really love that,” you said excitedly. Klitz watch you put the pot away to dry.

He just wanted it to be Saturday already so he can hang out with you. He hates to say this, but he kinda hopes Matt and Eli are fighting so he can have alone time with you. Is that bad? Yes. But does he care? No.

The bell rang and you both left. Klitz followed you to 8th period, his hand on your shoulder, but he wishes your hand can be on his again.

#danonation #paul dano #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz x gn! reader #klitz #the girl next door

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squishytenya · 4 years ago

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Male reader wears lingerie in front of s/o with anyone of your choice. Also can I just say lingerie on males be looking *chef's kiss*

Pairings: aizawa, sir nighteye, dabi x male!reader

Notes: reader is a guy but this can be read as amab or afab :)

Warnings: this is smut or like pre-smut at least, individual warnings above each character, D/s themes,

Shouta Aizawa // Eraserhead

Warnings: use of ‘pretty boy’

He loves it, like genuinely

Aizawa has a normal sex drives but he’s freaky, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t

This also means he usually doesn’t have time for lingerie, nor would he have assumed you would want to wear it which just made this so much better

His favourite colours tend to be darker and his taste in general is either soft pastels on you (baby pinks, blues with lace) or things like dark lace/harnesses

The first time, you went for the soft, lacy look

Smoothing your hands over your torso, you let out a sigh. The lace covering your waist was a very light pink, almost white. The garter belt felt soft against your stomach and you fiddled with the straps that led to matching white stockings. Your thighs spilled out of the top, making you sigh a little but you knew Shouta wouldn’t mind much. The panties were the star of the show - the same almost-white pink lace as the rest, covering your crotch completely except for a small heart shaped cut out at the top.

You had forgone the matching chest piece but slipped on a silky, sheer robe that you already owned. This helped calm your nerves as you knew your partner liked this robe. Still, you stared at your figure on the mirror. There was an odd mix of uncertainty and pride in you. You definitely looked hot though.

As can be attested by the hand that slipped round your waist, pulling you back against Aizawa’s chest. He threw his work bag on the desk, circling his arms fully around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this what you get up to when I’m gone hmm pretty boy?”

Dark stubble scratched your neck when he talked. A small whine escaped you when he attached his lips to your neck. Kisses being left up and down caused you to shudder, whimpering when his canines nipped the warm skin. Another, more risqué, noise bubbled out of your throat when his calloused hands reached round and gripped your lace covered cheek.

“Fuck” he grunted, pushing his hips against your ass

“The things you do to me y/n”

Dabi

Warnings: corruption kink, reader has a collar, one spank

He’s very horny all the damn time

But i feel he would just assume you didn’t like the idea of lingerie and not ask? Not that he didn’t make up for it with other shit

You’re gonna have to find a way to get it into your house without him noticing because he frequently ‘helps’ you pick what underwear you wear for the day

Another person i think would either go for the completely pure, white lace lingerie because corruption kink yk? Either that or straight up leather, chains and collars

Non-stop horny compliments from this one

“Fuck” dabi grunted from above you

You were sat on his lap, facing him. He had his scarred hands pressed against your skin underneath your white babydoll. His hands moved slowly, warm flesh dragging over your skin as if savouring every part of you. You shifted. It was more of an effort to move past the slow grinding you both had found yourself in but Dabi saw this as defiance.

He tugged on the white lace of your lace panties.

“Stay fucking still” he growled into your ear, pulling your hips closer to him.

You whimpered, grinding down on his bulge once again. The spank that landed on your lace-covered ass caused you to jolt forward, once again pushing against Dabi. He grunted and turned, planting you so you were laying on the bed and facing him. He grinned down at you and leant down once more to press a row of kisses along your neck, biting around the leather of your collar.

“Gonna reward you for looking so pretty for me”

Mirai Sasaki // Sir Nighteye

He is a busy person so I don’t see him having all that high a sex drive because when he comes home he is so tired

So when you guys do have the time, you try to do different stuff a lot to make up for lost time which results in weekend long fuckfests

Honestly? Not picky at all on which type you wear BUT he has a thing for bright colours or sheer material like mesh

Wear one of those sheer bralettes and the panties that are literally see through? Or one of the mesh bodysuits? He’s gone

“Pumpkin, where are you?”

You giggled nervously, calling out to your husband that you were in your bedroom. You were perched on the bed, sheer panties and bralette contrasting against your skin with their forest green. The fabric did very little to cover anything. The twinge of nervousness grew as his footsteps drew closer, you looked towards to floor in anticipation.

Two fingers tilted your chin up.

“My, what do we have here?” He drawled, staring at your body in the lingerie.

“I thought I’d do something special for you”

Lithe hands slid down your body, circling your nipples through the barrier of mesh fabric. He hummed as he traced your body with his hands, finally coming to cup your crotch and rub you through the fabric. The friction made you whine, grabbing his arm. Yellow eyes snapped towards your face, eyebrow arched with a ‘tsk’, you let go immediately.

“You like it?” You gasped, rutting into his touch

“Definitely” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“So good for me, my precious boy”

Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it mwah <3

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lilacveiledsea · 2 years ago

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Show Stopper

Rekindled love ft. Suna x fem!reader, slight Atsumu x fem!reader

A/n: Part of @hishalo s “it’s always been you”collab

Word count-4K

Warnings- swearing, alcohol

Love is a strange thing, it’s not always for everyone. You think you meet “the one” at a young age, and things don’t go the way you both thought they would. It was sad really, everyone back then saw how much he loved you, now you sit and wonder what you could’ve done better, what could’ve been. Sighing, you placed the old framed photo of you and your high school boyfriend Suna Rintaro back down into the box. You thought you had gotten rid of them all, but one ended up staying behind. Never did you think your parents would send it with the rest of your stuff from your childhood bedroom when you got your own place. You would think that 3 years would be long enough for you to get over him, but the thing is, you really loved —scratch that— love him. No one treated you the way he did, nobody loved or cared about you the way Suna had… Shaking your head to clear your daze, you finished unpacking the box, putting the picture into one of your desk drawers for later. “I wonder what he and Kita are up to nowadays” you asked out loud.

After high school you lost touch with the former captain and middle blocker, but kept in touch with the Miya twins. As if sensing your curiosity, your ringtone started to blare from your speakers as you got a call, from none other than the Atsumu Miya. “Jesus Christ!” Standing up, you answered the call. “Yes ‘Tsumu? Can I help you? It’s almost midnight.” “Y/N! So glad you’re still awake! I need a favor please…. Hehe, it’s funny actually.. Umm I kinda need you to be my date to an event that MSBY is having me go to, there’s going to be a lot of other teams there as well and I don’t want to go alone.” Atsumu insisted. “Why me? You have a lot of fangirls that I’m sure would love to go—.” Before you could finish your statement Atsumu interjected, “No. Only you, and that’s final. Please! Help your bestie out here!” he whined into the receiver. Sighing as you made your way to the living room couch, you reluctantly agreed. “Who’s going to be there and what do I need to wear? I haven’t unpacked my closet fully yet…” “Don’t worry about dress code, I’ll handle that. And the attendees will be a lot of people, obviously MSBY, I think the Sendai Frogs will be there, so will the Alders and maybe EJP. The event is tomorrow night… I know it’s short notice, but I forgot about it until Omi was talking about it in the locker room after practice today.” Knowing the faux blonde, he was probably rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke that sentence. “Ok ‘Tsumu, I’ll go with you.” Just before he could say anything else, you added, “BUT! But, you need to come over and help me finish unpacking this weekend, deal?” He hummed in response. “Ok I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n, I’ll bring you your dress around 6 ok? Bye!” After saying goodbye you went to get ready for bed.

Just like he said, Atsumu showed up at your apartment at 6, with two garment bags in tow. “The event starts at 7:30, I’m gonna get ready here as well.” he said as he toed off his shoes at the entrance. As the both of you got ready you couldn’t help but stare at the stunning dress Atsumu had brought you. It matched his suit perfectly, a deep burgundy red, floor length gown, with gold accent threads throughout, cutouts on the sides of your waist, and a knee high slit going up your left leg, he even got you matching shoes. Walking out of your bathroom, Atsumu looked you up and down, “Damn! I was right to trust my managers with picking out your look, you look amazing y/n!” he said as he buttoned his jacket. The two of you took a couple of pictures in your mirror, his arm around you, pulling you close by your waist (mostly to deter the fan girls). After posting a couple of your favorites to his socials, you headed to the hall where the event was being held.

The hall was packed, from players, to coaches, to even the owners of the teams. The main floor was brightly lit, while the tables all had a soft glow to them which made it almost romantic like. this was way out of your comfort zone so you held onto Atsumu’s arm as he walked in. Once fully in the crowd, Atsumu removed your hand from his arm and pulled you to a wall away from most people. “Stay here, I’ll be right back, I promise! I’m going to go find the rest of MSBY and I’ll come get you after ok? It shouldn’t be too long and if anyone finds you first, call me. I have my phone.” He said as he pulled you closer to his side. Leaning down he whispered, “I love you, I’ll only be gone for a few minutes, ok?” Before you could respond to him he left. The shock was evident on your face, why would he say that? Does he like you more than best friends or is that an “I love you” in a friend way? Either way, you didn’t know what to think, you’ll just ask him about it later. Shaking off the initial shock, you started looking around at the people around you, there were a few that you recognized, the guys from the Alders, some from Sendai, and two you couldn’t place into a team. “This is way too much, I either need Atsumu to come back or a drink, maybe both..” you muttered to yourself and you pulled your phone out from your clutch purse. Just as you were going to start scrolling through your socials, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Excuse me?” the person asked to get your attention. Looking up you saw none other than Kiyoomi Sakusa. “OH! Omi! Hi, did ‘Tsumu send you over?” you questioned. Shaking his head no, he started to look around, “I thought he was with you, did he really leave his date behind to find the team?” he asked in exasperation. As you were going to respond, a strong arm pulled you close, at first you were panicked, but then a familiar smell took over your senses. “Sorry n/n. That took longer than I thought!” Spinning you around to face him, he handed you a drink. “Here ya go! Thought you could use it.” he said, laughing. Smiling at him over the glass, you whispered a small thank you. “Atsumu! You asshole! You just left y/n alone?? In a place where she only knows a few people??” Sakusa argued. Looking over to his fellow teammate, the setter just rolled his hazel eyes. “OH shut the hell up Omi, it wasn’t for that long, she’s fine.” he retorted, while undoing the button on his jacket. The two teammates just gave each other stern looks before the setter pulled you guys to the table with the rest of the MSBY team.

It had been about 45 minutes since your best friend had brought you to the table with the rest of the team and he was nowhere to be found again… He had left 15ish minutes after making sure you were situated and comfortable with the rest of the team. “HEY! HEY! HEY! Y/n! Where did ‘Tsumu go?? I thought he was your date for tonight?” Bokuto shouted as he made his way back to the table with Kuroo in tow. Shrugging your shoulders in response, the owl-like male sat down next to you. “Hey, where’s the bathroom?” you asked the table. They pointed you in the direction, but what you weren’t expecting to find was your date pushing another woman up against the wall in the dimly lit back corner by the bathrooms. Letting out a gasp, you stumbled back a little bit, into a person nonetheless.. You don’t know why you were shocked.. It’s not like you and Atsumu were dating, but a small part of you thought that with him saying “I love you” your relationship may have been able to go to the next stage and you’d finally be able to get over Suna.. This shock felt more like a betrayal than anything else… Why bring you as his date if he was going to just hook up with random women throughout the night. Warm hands on the slightly exposed skin of your waist are what brought you back down to earth. It’s then you remembered you stumbled back into a person due to your shock. “Whoa, are you alright? You almost took a fall there.” That voice! Your eyes widened in recognition, your savior sounded just like your first love… Though you haven’t heard that voice in years. Slowly turning around in the strangers grasp, you came face to face with exactly who you thought. “Suna…” you breathed out. The man gave you a look of confusion. “Yes? Do I know you?” he questioned as he looked you over. He needed to do a double take, you saw his eyes grow as he slowly started to remember you. “Y/n….hi.” he stammered out. His face and yours started to grow warm at the realization that he still had his hands on your waist. He removed his hands hastily and rubbed his neck nervously. “Hi Rintaro. How have you been?” The situation you just witnessed starting to fade from your mind.. Or so you hoped. Your voice along with Suna’s caught Atsumu’s attention. Seems like he was finished with the women he was with. “YO! What the fuck do you think you’re doing talking to her?!? You shouldn’t be near y/n!” Atsumu snarled as he approached you both. He immediately stood in between you with a protective arm outstretched in front of you. “Hello to you as well Miya…” Suna said unenthusiastically while rolling his green fox-like eyes.

Atsumu has always been protective of you when it came to Suna after you both broke up in third year. “That is enough!” you exclaimed as you made your way to Suna’s side to look at Atsumu. “Babe, no. He shouldn’t be talking to you! He broke your heart, he forfeited all his right to you when he left you.” the blonde male mentioned as he tried to get you back behind him. “Babe?” Suna whispered to himself as he looked between the two of you. Atsumu calling you babe really messed with your head even further than the “I love you” comment did. Shoving your best friend further away from your ex, you pulled him down to your level. “Let’s get something straight here Miya Atsumu.” you said sternly before continuing, “1. You don’t get to call me “babe” after what I just caught you doing! 2. I can protect myself! It’s Suna. He won’t hurt me. So shut up about it. 3. We’ll discuss what happened earlier and right now later. Because you have fucked with my head way too much tonight. Now get back to the table with the rest of the team, I’ll be there soon,” with that you pushed him away from you slightly. The smile you gave him was something he wasn’t used to; instead of warmth and love radiating from it, it was now cold and almost emotionless. The tall male had a dejected look on his face as he turned around to face you one more time before walking away.

Turning to face Suna, you smiled. “I'm so sorry about him… he’s been very protective of me ever since we broke up.” He understood, he would do the same if he had been in Atsumu’s place. “Don’t worry about him, it’s understandable” he waved off your concerns. “I just want to say, you look beautiful tonight, even if he doesn’t want to stay by your side. Which by the way is stupid, who wouldn’t want to be seen with you on their arm?” Rin said as he led you away from the corner you were both in. Laughing at his remark you placed your hand on his arm, “Thank you, that's very kind, but Atsumu doesn’t need me on his arm. Yes I may have come with him, but with what I witnessed before literally bumping into you, I don't know what to think anymore.. But enough about that!! How have you been? What are you doing now?” you asked, with a sudden change in emotion. Suna went on to explain his life during the past three years, going pro with volleyball, the hardships that came with it, how his family was doing, but there was one topic he avoided and that was relationships. That made you curious, how did a pro athlete not have a girlfriend? With all the fangirls around you’d think he’d fall for one. It’s the same thing with you though, avoiding talking about relationships as long as you could. Talking about life without one another made you sad, this used to be the person you would go to for everything, yes you had the twins and Kita but Suna was the one who understood you the most. Sure you have Atsumu now but you’ll always have a special connection with Suna. The fox-eyed male had taken you to an empty table further into the venue. Pulling out your chair, he bowed a little bit as you sat down. Laughing, you smiled at him as he sat next to you. “Stop me if this is out of line,” Rintaro started, “but despite what has happened in the past, I could be a better boyfriend than him, I’d never leave you alone, glued to your phone, especially in a room full of professional athletes who could take you home.” with the way your brows furrowed, he assumed it was due to confusion so he continued “I saw him come in with you, leave then come back a few minutes later with a drink. I promise I'd be able to do the shit that he could never do. I saw him with multiple girls tonight that weren’t you.” Sighing he reached over to hold your hand, “Y/n, what are you doing with someone like that? He doesn’t deserve you…” Lifting his head, he met your eyes. You couldn’t help but notice how mesmerizing the man in front of you looked in the soft candle light emitting from the few candles at your table, “Suna what do you mean? I'm not dating Atsumu. Actually, scratch that, I have no idea what he and I are at the moment..” sighing you tighten your grip on his hand. He took this as an opportunity to reach over with his other arm and pull your chair closer to him, he could sense the uneasy, sadness radiating off of you. Removing his hand from your grasp, he wrapped his arms around you in a comforting hug. “What do you mean by that exactly?” he whispered as he slowly started to pull away from the embrace. The soft breath on the shell of your ear made you shiver. You really didn’t want this hug to end so in an effort to keep his arms around you, you pulled slightly on his white suit jacket. His stance faltered slightly as he regained his balance so as to not fall on top of you. “What I mean is that he said he loved me and then called me babe after I caught him with the other woman.” Was it smart to confine in Suna after not speaking for 3 years? Maybe not, but he was slowly rebuilding your trust in him so you could only hope this wouldn’t come back and bite you in the ass.

After telling him everything that had happened with Atsumu, you also mentioned that you hadn’t dated anyone since your break up because nobody felt right, they didn’t treat you the way he had. His eyes screwed shut as he raised his head heavenward. Chucking slightly his checks started to dust themselves crimson. “I haven’t been with anyone else either, girls always try to get with me, especially after taking off due to EJP. The amount of love proclamations I get on a daily basis is insane. Whether it be in person during meet and greets, at games, or through my dms, none of them are real in my eyes.” he revealed as he took a sip of the maple liquid in his cup. He had brought you both drinks after your revelation. Swirling your own glass you looked around yourself. The party had started to get loud, it seemed everyone had a couple of glasses of liquid courage and started to let loose. Even Sakusa was up and on the floor with the rest of MSBY. Suna had noticed your smile fade just as quick as it came when you looked around, following your gaze he found Atsumu with yet another woman. Pulling your attention away by placing his hands on your face, he smirked as he felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden close contact. “Look at me, don't look at him, he’s not worth it.” Suna insisted. Looking up at him with glazed over eyes, you gave him a tight lipped smile. ‘You wouldn’t be like this had it not been for the asshole you called your best friend.’ Suna thought.

Just then he got an idea, whether it was the liquor in his system or just the pettiness in his system, he was going to go with it. “Hey, baby. Let’s go dance, yeah?” he suggested with a mischievous grin on his face. Offering his hand to you as he stood up from his chair, he saw the happiness spread throughout your features. “Baby, huh? Haven’t heard that in a while.” Taking his hand he pulled you up and guided you through the throng of people to get closer to MSBY, not that you were paying attention to that. All you could think was ‘man… this is what I’ve been wanting all along.’ Placing his hands on the exposed skin of your waist, you wrapped yours around the back of his neck. He took this opportunity to pull you as close as physically possible. You two were so close you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. The two of you swayed to the beat of the music, lost in each other’s eyes, not paying attention to anything or anyone around you.

From across the room a certain Miya was watching this with jealousy and anger burning in his eyes. The way your burgundy dress was cascading down your body, the way your hair was basically glowing under the lights, it was ethereal. Anyone could see it, you were a show stopper, but it should’ve been with him in his matching suit, not with Suna in his white one. The woman he was with was completely out of mind as he couldn’t help but stare at you.

Suna caught Atsumu’s eye as he spun you. He smirked. “Hey, n/n? I’m sorry about what’s happened in the past, I’m sorry that I was stupid enough to leave you in high school. Can I have a second chance? Can we start over?” he whispered as he brought his face towards yours. You were so close you could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke, his confession had you shocked. “Yes” was all you were able to mutter out in response. Smiling, he spun you again, once you were in front of him again, he asked, “Can I kiss you?” Awaiting your response he once again looked around to catch Atsumu staring. You nodded your head in agreement just as he pulled you towards him by the back of your head. The kiss was filled with a fiery passion, one that was years in the waiting, it felt like you were in a movie, with the way the rest of the event faded into nothingness as you lost yourself in the lips of the one person you’ve always loved. Once you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his in an attempt to calm down. “I love you Rin. I always have… I’ve missed you so much.” you mumbled. “I love you too Y/n.” he whispered as he went in for a second kiss.

He motioned with his head back to the table. As you went to sit down, a familiar voice called out your name. “Y/N!!” Looking around as Suna placed his jacket around your shoulders, you saw an upset Atsumu making his way towards you. Suna stayed standing in a protective manner, waiting to see what was going to happen. Once the blonde had reached your table he calmed down a little bit. “What was that!” he growled. “What was what?” you innocently asked. Throwing his arm out to point to the dance floor, “That! The dance, and kiss with your ex boyfriend” he put emphasis on the “ex” . “He’s no longer my ex ‘Tsumu..” you began as you pulled the jacket closer to your body, “...we’re back together. It’s what I’ve always wanted and you know that.” Placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, Suna looked over to his former teammate, “Why do you even care Atsumu? You’ve left her alone all night in favor of other women, so?” your boyfriend argued. “Because she’s my best friend Suna! That’s why! You left her, why do YOU suddenly care so much huh?!?” he replied with a glare. “I don’t have to answer that. If you can’t be happy for her, then don't say anything.” You saw the way he faltered at the words, he kept opening and closing his mouth trying to find a way to respond to the remark. Reaching out, you grabbed his arm, “ ‘Tsumu, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you rendered speechless. But Suna is right. Please. Just let it go. We will talk about tonight later this week ok? I'm tired and I would really just like to go home… so decide amongst yourselves as to who will be taking me. I don’t want to get in between this.” The two men then looked at each other and had a silent conversation. “I’ll take you home y/n, it’ll give us a chance to talk some more.” Suna finally answered. Smiling at the two men in front of you, you stood up to get ready to leave. “Ok. ‘Tsumu I’ll see you tomorrow when you come to get your things ok? Have fun with the rest of the night and we can discuss everything over lunch yeah?” The setter agreed as he hugged you goodbye. “Come on, let’s go.” Rintaro guided you with a gentle hand on your back.

The drive back to your apartment was peaceful and felt familiar, the domestic feeling of it all was lovely. Opening your door for you, he helped you out of his planter seat. “Thank you for bringing me back home Rin. I appreciate it.” As the two of you approached your front door he stopped you from going in, “Of course, it's the least I can do. Y/n? Thank you for taking me back.. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make you happy and to make sure our relationship goes smoothly. I love you. Good night baby.” he gushed as he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Good night.” You smiled as you slowly closed the door as he walked away.

Love is an interesting thing, it will always find its way to you, whether as something new, or something that has found its way back to you. Hopefully this time around with Suna, will be your forever.

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#— it’s always been you collab #written by mars #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna fic #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader

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Trial Run

Part one and three

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers!

Synopsis: last week you hated each other, this week you’re making out in his bed.

Masterlist

Since you and Peter weren’t exactly friends before, you didn’t have each other’s numbers. You had no way of communicating with him once you went home. Meaning, you had no idea what you’d be walking in to on Monday. All you knew was you made out with your former rival. You didn’t know what it meant to him; you barely knew what it meant to you. So when you saw him at the lockers upon entering school, you had to brace yourself.

You walked up to your locker and kept your head straight as you unlocked it. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you, just as you could feel him fumbling for words to say.

“Hey.” You said casually without looking over at him. You were doing your best to play it cool, when you were internally freaking out around him.

“Hey.” Peter said immediately, overly excited that you were the first to speak. “How are you? Um, how was your weekend?”

“Good.” You said simply. “How was yours?”

“Good.” Peter nodded. He stared at you for a minute as he worked up the courage to say something better.

“I thought about you a lot.” He said quietly, adverting his eyes so he wouldn’t lose his nerve. You sucked in a sharp breath, hating how easily he could fluster you.

“Did you now?” You asked without looking at him.

“Yeah.” He smiled shyly. “I really liked it when you kissed me.”

You couldn’t help smiling at his words, despite you trying to fight it. You looked at him, saw his signature shit eating grin, and rolled your eyes.

“I liked it too.” You said quietly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Okay, good.” He nodded happily. “We’re on the same page.”

“I guess we are.” You looked at him as you shut your locker.

“In that case, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked hopefully as he twisted his shirt around his fingers. For once, you found his nervous behavior to be cute. You wanted to say yes, but you had to make sure he was all in first.

“Not yet.” You decided. “I said I’d be willing to give this a try. I can’t commit to anything until I know what kind of boyfriend you’d make.”

“How can I prove to you that I’d be a good boyfriend?” Peter wondered. You pursed your lips as you thought about it, not having thought that far ahead. You looked down at the books in your arms and held them out to him.

“Carry my books.” You instructed.

“Okay.” Peter took your books from you and walked with you when you moved.

“I like old fashioned romantic gestures.” You explained as you walked together. “Carrying books, opening the door, asking the father for permission to date, things like that. I want a gentleman. I wouldn’t date anything less.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he made a metal note. “I can be a gentleman.”

“Walk faster.” You commanded, and he picked up his pace. “I don’t just want you to be a gentleman though. You have to be rough with me sometimes. Tell me when I’m being ridiculous and shut me up with a kiss every now and then.”

“Nice. I finally know a way to shut you up.” Peter joked.

“Cute.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m telling you all of this now because I think communication is the most important thing in a relationship. This is what I want in a relationship. If you can’t give it to me, then we’ll just be friends. No harm done.”

“Okay. Gentleman, kisses, books. I can do this.” Peter hyped himself up.

“Good.” You smiled and stopped walking. “So what are your conditions for a relationship?”

“I don’t know if I have any.” Peter realized. “I’ve never been in a a relationship before.”

“Well what do you want from me?” You asked him. Peter thought about it for a minute before making a decision.

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked, and you fought back a smile at his innocence. You looked down at his free hand and frowned suddenly as something dawned on you.

“Are you still gonna like me if I start being nice to you?” You asked without looking at him.

“What?” He asked. “Of course I will.”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “What if you had some underlying degradation kink that I was fueling? And if I stop being mean to you, you’ll stop liking me.”

“I liked you before you were mean to me.” Peter assured. “And I don’t have that kink. At least, I don’t think I do.”

You looked at him for a minute, unsure of what you wanted.

“I don’t want to start this if you’re gonna break my heart.” You said quietly.

“Hey.” He said comfortingly. “I won’t do that. I’ve never broken a girls heart before.”

“Didn’t you say you’ve never been in a relationship before?”

“Yes.” He realized. “But even if I had, I wouldn’t have broken anyones heart. Not on purpose, at least. You have just as much of a chance of breaking mine.”

“I’ll try not to.” You smiled a little.

“I would appreciate that.” He told you. Your smile widened as you fell just a little bit more for Peter. You let out a dramatic sigh and looked up at the ceiling.

“You can hold my hand.” You said like it was inconvenient for you.

“I appreciate that even more.” Peter grinned as he took your hand. You continued walking to class, hand in hand.

You reached your classroom and stood outside of it, hesitant to go inside. You’d only ever sat in that class as Peter’s rival, and now you guys were almost dating. You looked at him holding your books and squeezed his hand gently.

“Just so you know, I want this to work.” You told him honestly. Peter’s cheeks turned pink as he gave you a small nod.

“I do too.”

“Good.” You smiled. “Now get inside. I don’t like being late.”

You and Peter walked into the classroom hand and hand with his books still in his arms. Before you could take a seat, your teacher stopped you.

“Wow.” She folded her arms and smirked. “It looks like my plan worked.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“Making you guys partners seems to have paid off.” She pointed to your books in Peter’s arms.

“Peter was just taking a break from his usually monkey brained self to do something polite.” You stammered.

“And Y/n couldn’t carry her books because she’s too busy carrying the weight of being the most obnoxious person in this part of New York.” Peter followed up.

“Mhm.” She nodded. “And the hand holding?”

“It was his idea.” You said at the same time as Peter said, “She let me.”

“Right.” She clicked her tongue. “Take a seat you two.”

You and Peter took your usual seats and kept quiet the entire class. The rest of the class was quick to notice the absence of the typical taunting banter that usually occurred between you and Peter. In its place, much to everyone’s surprise, was your dangling hands holding each other’s under the desks. His left hand was reaching forward while yours was reaching back, meeting in the middle and staying that way throughout the period. You didn’t know why you let him hold you hand the entire time. He didn’t know either. All you knew was you liked the feeling of his hand in yours.

At lunch time, you found yourself walking towards Peter’s table instead of sitting with your other friends. You had no idea why you wanted to sit with him, but you felt yourself missing him throughout your classes. You silently put your lunch down next to him and began to eat. Peter and Ned exchanged a look and Peter nearly choked on his food.

“You’re sitting here?” Peter asked with a mouth full of food.

“Is there a problem?” You asked as you looked between him and Ned.

“No.” Peter shook his head. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m happy to see you.”

“Shut up, loser.” You snickered as you leaned into him. He leaned back before wrapping an arms around your shoulders. Ned stared at the two of you in shock, usually accustomed to you going at each other’s throats. When Peter told him you’d kissed, he thought he was kidding.

“So are you guys like a couple now?” Ned asked, interrupting the moment. Peter didn’t know how to answer, so he looked to you.

“We’re giving it a test run.” You shrugged. “For now, we’re just casually dating.”

“When will you know if you want to be a couple?” Ned continued.

“I kinda had the same question.” Peter said sheepishly. You thought about it for minute, not exactly sure of your answer.

“Tell you what.” You decided. “If I ever look at you and feel an overwhelming need to kiss you, thats when I’ll know.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded. “I can work with that.”

“So how’s your project going Ned?” You asked as you changed the subject.

“Well, Gwen and I haven’t started dating, so not as good as yours.” He joked.

“Yeah, well. She’s missing out.” You winked at him.

“Not really.” Ned shrugged. “I’m exactly like Peter, just without the abs.”

“And I’m like Ned without the beautiful Hawaiian complexion.” Peter complimented back.

“Woah. Didn’t realize sitting here meant I’d be third wheeling on your date.” You joked.

“You’re not.” Peter didn’t get the joke. “You can sit here whenever you want.”

“Not that I care”, you prefaced ‘“but did you say Peter had abs? As in defined abdominal muscles?”

“Yeah.” Ned nodded as Peter’s face went red. You looked at him with a knowing smile and he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Don’t.” He warned you.

“I knew you were on steroids!” You said excitedly. “I called it and I was right.”

“I am not on steroids.” Peter whined.

“I knew it.” You insisted. “Your arms got bigger practically overnight and now you have abs?”

“I work out.” Peter lied.

“No you don’t.” You snorted.

“I’m Spider-Man.” He tried again.

“I’d believe you work out before I’d believe that.” You told him, much to his relief.

“Then I guess we’ll never know.” He shrugged, sneaking a knowing glance at Ned. “Do you want to come over later? We can continue working on the project.”

“Sure.” You shrugged, feeling nervous butterflies in your tummy. “I’ll meet you by the lockers after the last bell.”

“Don’t be late.” He smiled.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You deadpanned, making his smile fall.

“I’m just kidding.” You smiled. “God, you’re so gullible.”

“You don’t like to make things easy, do you?” Peter joked as he leaned on his hand to stare at you. The way he was looking at you sent a wave of butterflies into your tummy, causing you to look away.

“Hm.” You grinned. “No I do not.”

“Hey May.” Peter called as he set his keys down by the door. Your heart rate quickened when you heard footsteps coming into the room.

“Hey, Peter. How was your -oh! Hello.” May stopped short when she noticed you standing behind him.

“Hi, Miss Parker. I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself since you didn’t meet her last time you were over.

“You’re Y/n?” May asked. “The one from your physics class?”

“Yeah. Peter and I have a few classes together actually.”

“Is this the one you called a b-“

“Beautiful, sweet Angel.” Peter cut her off and smiled at you. “Yes, this is her.”

“Oh.” She was surprised. “Hi. You can call me May.”

“It’s nice to meet you, May.” You smiled as you shook her hand.

“You too. Wow.” She laughed. “You’re nothing like I pictured.”

“May.” Peter said warningly.

“What?” She asked. “The way you described her, I figured she had horns and a little tail.”

“Oh, I do.” You nodded. “I just hide them well.”

“Peter.” May said pointedly. “She’s not nearly as bad as you told me. What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“We have a group project.” He said.

“We’re also dating.” You followed up. Peter looked at you in pleasant surprised, feeling very happy that you said that.

“Finally.” May scoffed. “I knew you liked her. No one whines that much about a girl he doesn’t like.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.” May said. “Do you guys need anything before I go? Snacks? Drinks? Condoms?”

“We’ll take some condoms.” You said casually. May raised her eyebrows as Peter choked on his saliva.

“Kidding.” You said through an awkward smile. “That was a joke. Thank you, though.”

“We’re gonna go to my room now.” Peter quickly ushered you out of the room. “Bye May!”

“It was nice meeting you!” You called as he pushed you into his room. As soon as his door was closed, you put your hands on your hips.

“You told you aunt I was a bitch.” You pointed at him accusingly.

“No.” Peter pointed back at you. “I told her you were a brat.”

“Oh.” You relaxed. “Well that’s not that bad.”

“Is that a deal breaker?” Peter worried. “I kinda told her we hate each other.”

“Peter, you have to stop being so worried about messing this up.” You said as you rubbed his arms. “I told you, I want this to work. You have to relax a little.”

“Okay.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time believing you like me back.”

“I like you some of the time.” You shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Hey.” He whined.

“I’m teasing.” You told him. “I’m just getting used to being nice to you. If it makes you feel better, I’m starting to like you a lot more.”

“I guess that does make me feel better.” He mumbled.

“Good.” You smiled and patted his cheek. “Now stop whining about it, brat.”

“You’re the brat.” He scoffed playfully as he put his hand over yours. You sucked in a breath at how close you were, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. Peter’s eyes fell to your lips before going back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly.

“Shut the fuck up.” You matched his soft tone with a harsh one.

“Okay.” He backed up. “Sorry.”

“I’m kidding.” You assured him as you pulled him back to you. “You can kiss me.”

He rolled his eyes at you before cracking a smile.

“You’re mean.” He mumbled as he put his hands on your face.

“Yeah, but you like that.” You whispered as you leaned up to kiss him. He pulled your closer by your face as you slid your hands under his shirt. He was a surprisingly good kisser for someone who had never been in a relationship before, and you wanted to test his limits. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach and just as Ned told you, he had abs. He groaned at the unfamiliar feeling and began to move backwards. You followed him until you both fell on the bed. Peter rolled on top of you and continued kissing you, slipping his fingers through yours to hold your hands. You licked his bottom lip and he took the hint to open his mouth. His kisses were clumsy and awkward, but you absolutely loved them. You made out on his bed just like last time, your project long forgotten. Neither of you had any idea how much time had passed before you both collapsed on his bed to catch your breath. You rolled over and rested your head on Peter’s chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath you. You rested your hand on his stomach, mindlessly playing with the soft material of his sweater.

“Hm.” You pouted as Peter wrapped an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“I really like you.” You realized as you made a disgusted face.

“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “I don’t want to have feelings. Especially not for you. We’re supposed to be enemies but…”

“But what?” Peter asked when you trailed off.

“But I never want to leave this bed.” You mumbled as you you held him closer. Peter laughed again and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s okay.” He insisted. “I really like you too.”

“Gross.”

“If I have to stop worrying about messing this up, you have to stop worrying about letting this happen.” He reasoned. “It’s okay that we like each other. I didn’t see it coming either.”

You let out a sigh and gazed up at him.

“I hate when you’re right.” You mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to get used to that.” He told you as he stroked your face.

“Why would I get used to something that only happens once a month?” You asked. He gave you a look so you smiled.

“Kidding.” You told him. “We can still bully each other, right? Or does that have to stop if we’re dating.”

“It depends. You said you need communication, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I don’t like it when you make jokes about me being on steroids. I’m scared people are going to believe you and then I’m gonna have to pee in a cup in front of the principle. I’m very pee shy.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” You laughed. “I won’t make those jokes anymore.”

“What about me?” He asked. “What’s off limits?”

“Well unlike you, I can take a joke, so nothing is off limits for me.” You shrugged, always taking the opportunity to tease him.

“Hardy har.” He said sarcastically.

“Actually, wait.” You thought of something. “Don’t call me a bitch. Brat is fine but bitch crosses the line.”

“That’s easy.” He said. “I only ever called you that in my head anyway.”

You gave him a look and he laughed.

“Kidding.” He mimicked your voice. “You have my word. I won’t ever call you that.”

“All right.” You sighed in content. “I feel better now.”

“Does this mean I can start calling you my girlfriend?” Peter asked.

“Not yet.” You decided. “I haven’t decided if I want to do this for real yet. I’m still weighing my options.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Take your time. No pressure.”

“Well that makes it sound like you don’t care either way.” You whined as you sat up.

“I do. I do care.” He assured you as he sat up. “But I don’t want to rush you. I really want to give this a try, but only if you do too.”

You looked at him for a while as you processed what he said.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He wondered.

“You’re making it really hard to justify not liking you all these years.” You told him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Good.” He shrugged. “I want you to like me.”

“I got my heart broken pretty badly in the past.” You whispered. “Because I liked someone a little too much.”

“I already told you, I’m not gonna break your heart. I’m not like that.”

Your lips tweaked into a smile before you leaned in to kiss him.

“You better not be.”

You continued casually dating Peter throughout the week, getting closer to telling him you wanted to be his girlfriend every day. He carried your books for you, opened your door, and shut you up with kisses, just like you asked. By Friday, you were ready to make it official. You found him in the hallway between classes but before you could tell him what you decided on, he started to speak.

“What are you doing after school today?” He asked as he bounced on his heels.

“Volunteer Club was cancelled so nothing.” You answered. “Why?”

“I want to take you somewhere.” He explained. “But it’s a surprise.”

“I knew it.” You shook your head. “I knew you and your cult were gonna kill me.”

“There is no cult.” He huffed. “Just meet me here after school, okay?”

“Okay.” You looked at him skeptically as he broke out into a grin. “But what-“

Peter cut you off with a kiss before telling you, “It’s a surprise! No more questions.”

He quickly scurried away before you could ask him anything else, leaving you a blushing mess in the hallway.

After school, you walked with Peter’s hands over your eyes to an unknown location. The walk was pretty far and his hands we’re starting to get sweaty on your face. If you didn’t like him so much, you would have complained.

“Okay.” Peter announced. “We’re here. You can look.”

Peter uncovered your eyes and let you look around. When you realized he had brought you to a cemetery, you looked at him for answers.

“I was doing a little research, I hope you don’t mind.” He prefaced. “This lot is closest to the Grey Sloan Memorial hospital, so it’s where they put most of their car crash victims.”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you kept your eyes ahead. “I know.”

“This is where they buried your parents, right?” He asked quietly. You looked at him, impressed that he was able to find out where they were, and nodded.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “It is.”

“Can you take me to them?” He asked politely. You opened your mouth to speak, but found no words. Instead, you took Peter’s hand and lead him to your parents graves.

There was a pile of roses laid in front of the headstones, all in different stages of decomposition. Peter took his backpack off his shoulders and pulled out two roses. He handed one to you and kept the other in his hand. Before you could say anything, Peter got down on one knee in front of the headstone.

“Mr. and Mrs. L/n, it’s an honor to meet you.” He began. “My name is Peter Parker. I’m sure Y/n has complained about me a few times to you guys. I’ve definitely given her a lot to complain about.”

You chuckled at his words as tears came to your eyes. You thought what he was doing was sweet, if a little morbid. You knew his intentions were pure and that’s what mattered.

“I came here today for two reasons. The first was to meet the parents of the most unpredictable, intelligent, and beautiful person I have ever met. She’s also super annoying. Like, you would not believe how annoying this girl is.” He joked. “Or I guess, maybe you would. In my opinion, she gets a little easier to endure everyday.”

Peter looked back at you to see if you were still listening, and you gave him a thumbs up.

“My other reason for coming here was to formally ask you for permission to date your daughter.” He continued. “I know it’s ultimately her decision, but she likes old fashioned romantic gestures. So here I am, asking for your blessing.”

You covered your mouth with your hand as happy tears fell from your eyes. Not only had Peter remembered what you listed off to him, he followed through with the most thoughtful romantic gesture you’d been given. He turned around again to look at you, shielding his eyes from the setting sun.

“They’re kinda quiet.” Peter joked. “Do you think they said yes?”

“Peter?” You said weakly.

“Yes?”

“I’m feeling that overwhelming need to kiss you right about now.” You told him with a tearful smile.

“I bet you are, loser. Can you give me a minute? I’m in the middle of a conversation.” He rolled his eyes before turning back to the headstone. “So, you guys enjoying the weather?”

You let out a laugh and wiped your face free of tears.

“Peter. Stand up right now.”

Peter obliged and stood up to face you.

“You said you liked romantic gestures.” He began to apologize. “It was either this or I pull out a ouija board and-“

You cut Peter off by throwing your arms around him and kissing him. He kissed you back immediately, stabilizing you as you stumbled into him. Something inexplicable made this kiss feel different from the last ones. This time, you were letting yourself feel everything you wanted to feel for Peter.

“Wait.” You pulled away suddenly and held him back from you.

“What’s wrong?” He worried.

“I don’t want to get caught making out with my boyfriend in a graveyard.” You told him. “That’s too weird. Even for you.”

“You called me your boyfriend.” Peter smiled happily, ignoring everything you said except that.

“Did I?” You played dumb. “I didn’t even notice.”

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harmless (viii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, protesting, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, gamer (derogatory), smidge of angst

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: listen idk what goes on at construction site and im too sexy to research so we’re going with my version of the world. hello. how are we all doing?

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He doesn’t expect to see you on TV.

In jail maybe, for something scandalous and completely unnecessary, but not TV.

But there you are, a sign board waving around furiously in your hand, voice in protest against the demolition of the community centre. You’re flipping the board back and forth to alternate between the messages you’ve scrawled on the cardboard.

You were among a few protesting, but clearly the loudest.

He thinks that maybe he has the weekend off if you’re too busy fighting big corporations. He’d send his support even.

Until he zeroes in on the sign when it flips over, finally reading what it says.

You better get your ass here, sarge

And so he does.

Half the crowd had dipped by the time he arrived. You were there, still the loudest, but he couldn’t help but notice the lack of people as compared to an hour or two ago on TV. He supposed that justice could wait as long as it took to get lunch from the nearest café.

“I can’t stop you from protesting, y’know.” He’s a little wary of approaching your raging self.

“Oh, hey Barnes. You got my message.” You break away for a second to scream a bunch of obscenities at the gigantic glass building before turning to him. “You wouldn’t be able to.”

“What’s your dumb plan then?”

“First of all, it’s not dumb. It’s stupid. Put some respect on my technological genius.” You held up a finger. “Second of all, it’s not here.”

“Where is it?”

“At the construction site.” You point down the road. “Come on.”

Right along the way you stop to chant another slogan. He waves his arm around meekly in support. He did, after all, have to stand up for what was right, but if his publicist saw him here she’d have an aneurysm.

The construction site isn’t very far off. It’s adjacent to the community centre, which he assumes they’re going to tear down to make more space for whatever shitty commercial building was going to take its place.

There are already a few excavators and dozers there but no one to man them since it was lunch time. What garners his attention is the small silver plate that’s on the floor a few feet ahead in the direction you’re walking towards.

“Here.” You stop once it nears. “The plan.”

“Am I supposed to know what this is?” He lightly kicked at it, earning a smack on the arm from you.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “and look at it. It’s not hard to figure out.”

He narrows his eyes. There’s a small u-shaped piece of metal in the middle of the plate. “That’s a magnet.”

“Exactly.” You clapped your hands together in excitement. “The world’s strongest electromagnet.”

He looks around. The only possibly magnetic things are the cranes and excavators around him.

“You’re going to... stop the machines from moving ahead?” he hesitates in his deduction.

“Yep. Can’t tear anything down if they can’t get to it first.”

Bucky looks down.

“Does this thing even work?” He toes at it again. “It’s kinda small.”

“It works beautifully, stop kicking at it, you demon-”

“What happens if I step on it, huh?” He knows this would get on your nerves wonderfully. He raises his leg. “Do I get to go home for the day?”

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine, reaching for your back pocket. “Stop bullying my invention.”

“’m gonna squish it like a bug.” He’s only half kidding about that part. “I’m gonna-”

Before he can finish his sentence something yanks him down hard. His head nearly hits the ground before his right arm shoots out to break his fall.

"Woah there, don't go falling for me as yet.”

“What the fu-” he begins, eyes locking on his metal arm that was pressed flat against the earth.

“I told you it works,” you say smugly. “Try crushing it now, Barnes. If you can even get off the floor.”

He tugs his hand but it’s firmly attached to the thing. No matter how or where he’s applying the effort, his limb refuses to move. He’s stuck.

“Turn it off,” he sighs. “You made your point.”

“No. Stay there.”

“Y/N, shut up and turn this off,” he groans, trying to find a better position rather than chin down on the ground.

“Lay there and rot. You deserve it for underestimating me.” You huff.

“I wasn’t underestimating you, Jesus Christ.” He really was planning to just step on it, but he had complete faith that it worked.

When he doesn’t receive a reply, his gaze follows yours. Suddenly the crane looks a lot closer than it initially did. Awesome.

“Those are moving towards me.” He picks up on the low groan and creak of metal.

“Yeah, they are.” You nod, one hand on your hip, watching them.

He didn’t think that getting crushed under construction equipment would be how his day went.

“Not my problem,” you decide finally after a bout of silence.

Now that simply wouldn’t do.

Death was definitely a problem, but what was more important was that he was going to get a dust allergy from the mud. He could already feel the blocked nose and temperature incoming.

“Are you really going to waste this on me? Don’t you have a demolition to stop?” He manages to twist his body so that he’s lying on his back.

“Good point,” you squint into the distance at the whirring of the heavy machinery. Their owners wouldn’t be happy to find them missing from their original spot. “But I still can’t help you out.”

“You’re willing to sacrifice your-”

“I can’t help you out because I don’t have an off switch. Yet,” you add the last part in a hurry.

“Then when the fuck were you planning to build one?” He sits up, leaning on his elbow. The cranes weren’t a mini object on the horizon now; the closer they got, the faster they were starting to move towards him.

“I don’t know, after they agreed not to take down the building?”

He could just detach his arm and come back for it later he but had no guarantee that you would stop here for the day or that the vibranium could withstand all that pressure.

“You better make a switch right now and get me out of this, I don’t care how.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, bending to assess how badly he was stuck. “You know, this thing runs really deep into the earth. It’d take forever to dig back up and then get you back to my lab and then build a switch.”

“How long?” He didn’t have a lot of time, clearly, but even generally he didn’t have the whole day to waste. He had a mission the next day. He had to put the fear of death into some Russians and bring some pirozhki back for Nat.

“I don’t know,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Too long for my schedule anyway, I have class prep to do.”

“Motherfucke- that thing’s like twenty feet away.” He’s worried about how you don’t look fazed at all when he points at the stupid machine.

He’s about to volunteer to detach his arm when he realises it’s definitely less than twenty feet now. He had a backup just in case. It didn’t move as smoothly, but who could tell the difference when a couple of tons of pressure was aiming for your face, and hell, if he explained his circumstances of the destruction of his arm to T’Challa-

“Okay, fine.” You reach into your backpack to grab something that looked like a wrist watch. It matched the one already around your hand.

You reach over and clasp it around his hand before turning a dial on the side.

“You ready?” you ask, ignoring the large crane that was starting to charge towards you.

“For what?” he replies, looking down at it. He can barely hear you over the sound of the whining of machinery.

“Teleportation, baby.” You send him a big grin before slamming down on his watch.

“Huh-” His voice cuts off immediately.

If there’s anything that can be said about teleportation, it’s that he feels like every atom in his entire body violently splits to float around briefly before suddenly rejoining again.

The ground beneath him feels different, and it takes him a second to realise that he was on the floor of your lair.

“What the fu-”

“Hello,” your voice comes from above him.

“You can teleport.” It’s not difficult for him to look at you now without the sun in his face. His arm is still stuck to the magnet but since the giant rod it was attached to was no longer deep in the ground, he could lift the entire apparatus up relatively easily.

“What, like it’s hard?” You discarded your bag on the floor. “You good? Takes a while to get used to.”

He gives you a grunt in acknowledgement, shaking his arm to see if he had any luck. It didn’t budge.

“Come on, take a seat.” You gesture to a lab chair you’ve pulled up for him on the raised platform at the front of the room. He realises that this is the first time he’s properly seen what’s actually inside your lair.

There are various buttons that do God knows what, drawers and cabinets painted black, several computer screens and gigantic pillars of glass on either side of the set up that encapsulate some green bubbling liquid. There’s a giant television set up against the wall, divided into several screens.

“Whaddya think?” You do a small swoop of your arm to show off the place.

“Gamer,” he says simply, testing his luck.

“What did you just say to me?” you recoil instantly, disgust on your face.

“It’s a gamer set up.” He points a finger at the TV screen. He was told by Shuri to use it as an insult, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. It just felt appropriate.

“Take that back right now.” You raise a finger accusatorially at him.

“No.” He was sticking with it even though he had no idea what exactly the context was.

“Fuck your arm,” you announce, throwing your hands up in surrender.

“Fuck your demolition then,” he replies simply, getting up from his place on the chair to leave with the thing still attached to him.

He takes one step ahead before your voice rings out.

“Sit down, drama queen,” your voice calls from behind him. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I’m the best part of your week,” you fire back, ”and also your only way out of this. Now sit down.”

He didn’t even need the second warning, he was already on the chair the first time around.

“I’m not going to build a switch to turn this off. It��d take too long,” you examine the piece of equipment with more gentleness than he was expecting, “I’m going to remove it instead. It’s gonna take a while, so you better get comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s so sad,” you say without any indication of wanting to help.

He rolls his eyes.

You pull up next to him, welding glasses covering your face and the tool in your hand.

He turns away when you start, making sure his face is not directly within its trajectory.

He makes himself busy by looking around some more. There are details you’ve put into the place, materials that are non-flammable made up most of the architecture. It’s dramatic, sure, but somehow the designs and colours seemed to go together. It did look sinister, he’d give you props for that.

The space was quite big. It occurs to him only then that that’s how you manage to sneak up on him so often in the past. Everything clicked. Fucking teleportation.

“So,” your voice was raised to speak over the noise. “How’s it going?”

He decidedly doesn’t answer. His position is more than enough.

“Right.” You clear your throat.

He takes to counting the tiles on the floor, figuring out how many were there from the raised platform to the wall of the entrance.

“Not how you imagined your day to go, huh?” you continued despite his lack of response. “But some might say it’s a privilege to be spending the day with a cool, mad scie-”

“Are you going to keep talking?” he interrupts, losing his count on the floor.

“Yeah, duh,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You got anything better to do?”

He didn’t.

“What’s it like living with a bunch of superheroes?” You change course. He’s not sure if he’s really allowed to disclose top secret information. “I assume there’s a lot of protein shakes, talcum powder for the chafing-”

Then again, how much damage could you do by knowing that Steve preferred pancakes over waffles?

“It’s quiet,” he says. “Most of the time.”

“Save all your smart talking for the battlefield, huh?”

He doesn’t reply. It’s quiet around the Tower. A lot of their energy goes towards missions and recuperating once they’re back.

“You go on missions a lot?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Boo, you whore,” you say with mock disappointment.

He got that reference.

“What’s your favourite food then?”

He scrunches his eyebrows.

“What?” The welding stops for a second while you look at him. “Don’t tell me that’s classified too.”

It’s not, he’s just never thought about it.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, “Pasta?”

“Vague, but I’ll take it.”

He used to boil a lot of pasta, from what he could remember of his days in hiding. Cheap and bought in bulk before he saved up enough to buy things like fruits. A lot of the times the amount of sauce he had access to was enough for maybe seasoning, not a whole component on its own.

It’s one of the perks of being a free man in the 21st century he thinks, a steaming bowl of fettuccini drenched in sauce and garlic bread on the side.

“What do you do in your downtime?”

“Nothing.” Well, he considers it to be a pass time and doing nothing is a full time gig. It takes effort to do nothing. He even has days dedicated to doing nothing, as suggested to him by his therapist.

“Really?” You sound a little surprised, although it’s hard to make out when you’re already speaking a lot louder than usual. “No shining your penny collection? No software update for this thing?” You tap at his arm.

There really isn’t anything. Truth be told, he thinks he’s the most boring guy in the Tower. He sticks to himself, has a few succulents that he adores and occasionally watches trashy television. So then why are you so interested in him?

“You’re obsessed with me,” he says pointedly. “Why?”

You give a short laugh. “I think it’s the blue eyes, sarge, they’re really popping today. Gotta say, I’m loving this colour on you. Is it different from the black you wore last week? And from the one from the week before that?”

He looks down at his dark t-shirt and utility pants. He had other clothes but those were reserved for things that were not this.

“Or maybe it’s the grumpiness, I don’t know. I love it when someone shows absolutely no interest in me. Very sexy of you.” Oh jeez, you were going to continue. “Hell, maybe it’s the thighs-”

“Okay,” he interjects, feeling the need to count the tiles more than ever. He equates the heat in his neck from the welding going on beside him.

The loudness of your laughter is clearer than the sound of metal on metal when you tug a large piece of the invention off. Things were moving fast. He could get back home to his Star Trek marathon and forget this day ever happened.

“You know, you’re more interesting than you think,” you pipe up casually.

He doesn’t expect this and therefore he supposes he can’t stop the curiosity from enveloping his face. He hasn’t told you anything about himself, so then the inference you reached came out of nowhere.

Apparently, you take notice of the confusion on his face, even though he can’t see through the giant welding mask, because you let out a chuckle.

“Oh, come on, really? You have no idea?” you ask lightly, pausing to see if he offers anything other than silence. “You’ve come back almost every week even though you know it’s a waste of your time, you always keep your promises and I know for a fact that if you wanted to stop me once and for all, you could have. But you’re not.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve stopped welding until you start again. Good, it gives him an excuse not to have to look at you after that.

Frankly, he’s a little stunned.

You’re not looking at him, he can tell from his peripheral vision. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a small crush on me.”

At that, he’s forced to roll his eyes out of instinct. Thankfully you do know better.

A few screws out later, another piece comes out. You inform him that’s it’s going to get trickier from there since the circuit was a little more intricate, a lot more time than the original few pieces. He can see his Star Trek marathon fade away in the distance.

You ask him a few more questions. Some he answers with silence, others maybe a tidbit here and there.

“How’s dating now compared to the forties?”

“Strange.” He purses his lips in thought. “One guy asked for a gym date. Didn’t know that was a thing.”

“How’d that turn out?” you laugh.

“He didn’t ask for a second one.” His Bumble matches with girls somehow had gone down since he cut his hair, but he’s not too bothered. Not like there was a huge shortage.

He likes cats, thinks the worst merchandise that they make is the stupid baseball card with his face on it, and doesn’t have social media for the sake of his sanity. He’s seen the thirst tweets.

Clearly, he’s revealed his deepest, darkest secrets. Utterly classified material. But he doesn’t know anything about you other than your name, number, address, where you teach, what your hobby is-

“You, uh-” he hesitates, “You got a favourite food?”

Your hands hold still to hover above what they’re working on. You fight back a smile. “Sure do.”

He asks a few more questions. Shuts up when he feels his social battery drain. That’s enough for the next month, he thinks.

The sun’s dipped down beyond the horizon by the time majority of the work is completed. Both of you have taken a few breaks to fight the feeling of stiffness that was creeping into your joints.

You scoff and tell him you’re not planning to poison him when he denies the offer of a soda. He doesn’t deter in his decision.

“How much to go?” He has a mission tomorrow that he’d really like to get some sleep in before. Waking up at 3am to get ready was the worst part of the job.

“Basically done.” You roll your chair back, rotating your shoulder and stretching your fingers. “There’s just this little part that I can’t access from this angle. How good are you at hanging upside down like a bat?”

Fuck it, he sighs to himself, it was almost finished anyway.

Bucky stands up, tilting his neck to the side slightly before pulling at a small latch under his arm, one so tiny that you’d never make out was even there unless you knew it existed. The arm releases from his shoulder with a small click.

He offers it to you, a piece of your magnet still attached to it.

Your eyes are slightly wide. He raises his eyebrows.

You don’t say anything, just accept it and flip it to a position you were comfortable with. It takes only a minute or two for the sound of the last piece hitting the floor to reverberate through the hall.

You give a small cheer. He lets out a tiny exhale in equal parts fatigue and relief.

“So,” you drawl, handing his arm back to him, “you could have just done that the whole time.”

He doesn’t reply, just slides it back onto his shoulder.

“You had the option of leaving your arm here and coming back later to get it.”

He gives it a few shakes, opens and clenches his fist shut a few times to make sure everything is working.

“You wanted to talk to me.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “I was distracting you.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Believe what you must.” He shrugs, turning around. “My job here is done regardless.”

“Oh, I believe alright,” you call out from behind him as he walks towards the entrance of your lair. “I believe you’re a sneaky bastard, Bucky Barnes.”

He doesn’t stop himself from smiling at the overdramatic gasp you give when he flips you a middle finger. From the metal arm, too.

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high-supernatural · 3 years ago

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The Beach

Kai Parker x Female Reader

Request: Sex on a beach, kind of rough yet soft.

Word Count: 2496

Warnings: Smuuuuut, lots of smut, dom!kai, mild hands tied

The MF friend group invited Kai and his best friend to stay at one of their family’s beach houses for the weekend as what they called a peace offering. They weren’t very friendly or welcoming of Kai from the moment they all met him, no matter how hard he tried to make things right with them. Kai’s best friend guilted them into feeling bad about rejecting him as he was trying to improve himself, so they decided to invite them both to their beach weekend to test how true it was and make peace from it.

All of the MF friends had their rooms picked out since they were kids. Kai, his best girl friend, and the Salvatore brothers were the only new ones without signature rooms to sleep in, so they all bunked in the old kids’ room that still had two sets of bunk beds.

“Great, agree to a beach weekend, get to bunk with a sociopath and his sidekick, and sleep in beds made for 12-year old’s… ‘oh sure, Damon, come to the beach it’ll be fuuuun,’ can’t see how this could go terribly wrong,” Damon ranted on about how unhappy he was with the arrangements.

Kai announced that he’d be taking the top bunk above his best friend, but that didn’t really matter because they both knew they’d end up in the same bed anyways. They did everything together, and that included both sleeping and causing immense sexual tension they were both too nervous to address with each other.

She tried to sleep in the bottom bunk alone but couldn’t fall asleep. Kai peaked his head from above to see if she was awake and found her with her eyes closed, so he poked her until she opened them.

“What,” she asked with scrunched brows.

“Come sleep with me,” he whined and dangled his hand over the railing with a strand of her hair attached.

She didn’t have to be begged, she immediately got out of her bed and climbed onto his, laying her head on his chest and played with his rings until they both fell asleep.

They both woke the next morning to a loud, dramatic exclamation of “oh, gross” coming from Damon seeing them together.

She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “oh don’t be jealous just because you can’t get any, Damon,” she teased resulting in a fake gag in response.

Everyone got ready for the beach before breakfast.

She stood in a large two-sink bathroom after putting on a red bikini top and black shorts and started brushing her hair.

Kai walked in wearing shorts and a t-shirt, “that’s what you’re wearing to the beach?” she asked.

“Have you seen any ocean documentary on National Geographic? I’m not going in that water,” Kai joked and stood behind her, grabbing the brush from her hand to brush her hair for her.

When he was done, he placed the brush on the counter and went to attempt a ponytail again even though he has never succeeded at making a good one.

“You’d be better off putting sunscreen on me than trying to do my hair again,” she said as a joke even though she was serious.

Kai rolled his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t do hair anyways, so he reached onto the counter for the sunscreen and put some in his hands to rub on her back and arms as they fought with each other while she simultaneously tried to put her hair up.

Kai closed the sunscreen bottle, forgetting about her front side and her legs and started to walk out, “you missed a spot,” she spoke before he could turn around.

“You can get the rest, can’t you? You’re capable.”

She rolled her eyes and handed him the sunscreen bottle again. He started rubbing lotion on her stomach from behind, looking at her in the mirror until his movements got slower and he seemed lost in thought.

“What’r you thinking about?” she asked.

“Oh, you know…” the attention came back to Kai’s eyes as he looked up to meet her gaze in the mirror, “just about all the mixed signals you give me,” he trailed one of his hands up her torso to her neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in her ear while not taking his eyes off hers.

“About how one day we’re besties and the next you want my hands all over you…”

She didn’t pull away. They both knew they wanted this, but neither of them would say anything until now.

Kai moved his other hand to the waist of her shorts as he did a once over with his eyes at her in the mirror before returning his gaze back to hers, “so which one is it today,” he asked in a dark tone.

She was at a loss for words. They’ve been intimate together in ways such as seeing each other naked after one got out of the shower or making out because they were bored, but they’ve never been this straightforwardly intimate.

After her silence, Kai trailed the hand he placed on her waistband to cup one of her breasts and tightened the grip around her throat, “is this what you want?” he asked harshly, “you want my hands all over you?”

Her breath hitched as she tried to breath to say something. Kai moved his hand from her breast and slipped it under her shorts, removing the hand around her throat to replace the one that left her chest.

He massaged her breasts roughly, nibbling on her neck as he rubbed soft circles over her clothed core, resulting in soft moans disguised as breaths.

“Just say the words,” Kai said before he shifted his attention to the other side of her neck, “do you like my hands all over you?”

“Yes,” she whispered softly before Kai removed himself from touching her, “that’s too bad,” he whispered and kissed her on the cheek before leaving and announcing from the other room, “we’re heading down in 10, hurry and get ready.”

She stood dumbfounded and clumsily finished getting ready.

When they got to the beach, they all set up their own tents to lay in. Her and Kai were the only ones not wanting to get in the water, so they laid in the sand while the others walked around elsewhere.

She fell asleep laying on her towel in the sand with her shorts unbuttoned and sunhat over her face. Kai couldn’t help but stare at her almost the whole time thinking about how it felt to touch her that morning.

When he couldn’t refrain from it anymore, he took the hat from off her face and woke her up.

“You forgot to put sunscreen on your legs,” he excused.

“Ok, so?” she barked.

He toyed with the string on the front of her bikini top that was keeping it from falling off, “so… you should get in the tent and let me put sunscreen on your legs…” he said nervously.

“Oh, ‘put sunscreen on me’, huh?” she air quoted him and pretended to be annoyed before crawling into the tent anyways.

Kai got in behind her and zipped it up behind him.

She sat with her legs crisscrossed and opened a bag of candy while she looked at her phone. The only thing he could think about was untying the top that was barely hiding anything and how gorgeous her hair looked in her messy ponytail, he always loved her hair.

He sat on his knees in front of her and rubbed both his hands up either side of the inner parts of her thighs.

She looked up from her phone and put a piece of candy in her mouth, “I didn’t hear you get any sunscreen, kid,” she teased.

Kai moved her phone and the bag behind him and brought his face close to hers, moving his hands farther up her thighs, “we both know I didn’t wake you up because of sunscreen.”

He closed the gap between their lips and pulled the string that held her bikini together in the front, exposing her breasts before he pulled away from her face to watch himself toy with one of her nipples.

“Who wants their hands all over who now, huh?” she teased again.

Kai grabbed her bikini top and both of her wrists and began to tie them together, “not me,” he smirked.

He moved his hand under her knee to uncross her legs so he could sit between them as he laid her down and she reached to place her tied up hands on his waistband, “too bad I can still touch you then,” she continued to tease.

He put one hand back to her throat as the other met underneath her shorts again, “I can make that change,” he spoke harsh again.

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?” she breathed out.

He snuck two fingers underneath the fabric she was wearing to feel her bare core, “by making you feel so many things you forget you even have hands,” he responded ominously before removing his hands to pull all the fabric she was wearing off of her legs and pushed them open.

He held one of her knees firmly to his side so she was fully open to him and began to tease her by rubbing her core so soft that she could barely notice, but she felt every graze.

He inserted two fingers into her and wasted no time curling and pumping them in and out, “I’ve always wondered how good you taste,” he bit at her thigh and started pumping at an incomprehensible speed.

She choked on her own moans because of how sudden the pace was and tried to stifle them by covering her mouth with her hands to which she was met with Kai pulling her arms back down to lay in front of her torso, “I want to see your face dying with discomfort because you know you can’t make a sound…” he watched her face scrunch as she stifled her moans, “I want to watch your chest bounce while your arms push them together…”

He continued pumping at this speed as he leaned to bite at her neck, “but don’t worry, if you can’t be quiet, I’ll just put something in your mouth to make you quiet,” he whispered.

He trailed his mouth down to her core, leaving bites and hickeys on the way before roughly sucking and flicking her soft spot with his tongue. He noticed when she tried to cover her mouth again and quickly grabbed her ties to hold her arms in place.

She pulled at his hair and moved her hips around in attempt to be quiet. He noticed when she was getting close and made sure to hold her wrists tighter as she threw her head back and was barely able to quiet her orgasm.

Kai kept sucking, causing her to close her thighs around him as he kept pushing and holding them back open until she was about to reach her second orgasm. Right before she was on the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his thumb to watch her face as he wrapped his hand around her throat again.

“I want to watch your face struggle to breath and quiet yourself at the same time,” he teased and watched intently as her face turned red from the lack of circulation. Before she almost passed out, she reached the edge and Kai removed his hand from her throat at the exact moment, causing her to moan loudly as she felt an intense sudden release all over her body and gasped for air.

She didn’t care this time, she needed to let it out.

Kai grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled her to sit on her knees by it, “you better hope nobody heard that,” he unbuttoned his shorts, “you’ll never hear the end of what a sleaze you are,” he whispered and sat on his knees to kiss her by pulling her face up by her hair and grabbed her hands to touch his stomach.

She trailed her hands down his stomach until they almost reached his member before he forcefully pulled her face from his and pushed her mouth down to put her lips around it.

He sat back on his knees with one arm propping him up and ordered for her to put her ass in the air while she sucked.

Kai didn’t care if anyone heard him, he moaned like they were the only ones on the beach and grabbed a fistful of her hair again to move her head at a speed he liked.

“Oh my god--- how do you feel so good,” he groaned and twitched, “I bet your pussy feels a whole lot better,” he whispered and continued to fuck her face.

He started to twitch more, and his movements got more shaky, “I want to fill you up from both ends like the slut you are,” he spoke roughly before finishing in her mouth and pulling her head up to look at her sweaty, teary face.

He pulled himself up to move behind her where she had her ass up like he told her to do and spread her legs farther apart, pushing her back down to arch it before inserting himself into her.

He pulled her up by the back of her arms so his chest was against her back and snaked a hand around to her throat, using the other to pull her hair back onto his shoulder as he made slow but deep thrusts, hitting her spot each time as she struggled to breath.

“If I would have known you’d feel this good I would have taken advantage of this a long time ago,” he whispered in her ear, “I don’t know how you’re so perfect in every way… your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt…”

He moved his hand from her throat to rub circles around her clit as he thrusted faster.

She couldn’t contain her moans, so he shoved the bottoms of her bikini into her mouth and moved her face to lay at the bottom of the tent with her ass up as she unsuccessfully stifled moans of both pain and pleasure until they both finished again.

He finished with deep thrusts until they both collapsed and laid next to each other trying to catch their breath as she set herself free.

Kai sat up just enough to turn her face to his, “I don’t want anyone else to be able to have that except me,” he spoke.

“Well, you’re just full of wants today, aren’t you?” she breathed.

“Promise me,” he whined.

“What am I, your girlfriend or something?”

“Please,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes, “I promise.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him.

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner.

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it.

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you.

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair.

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his?

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves.

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom. “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom.

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace.

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away.

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him.

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him.

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth.

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night.

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him.

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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