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michimichim · 3 years ago

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in fall & bloom | doyeon

disclaimer: top!fem reader x bottom!doyeon, mention of blood.

your shouts of glee resonate through the bustling streets of the city, pedestrians barely catching glimpse of your zooming figures. the autumn breeze is welcoming against your face, the sunlight warm on your skin as you veer the wheels of your bike onto the next street. your eyes occasionally gaze up at the bleeding tangerine sky through the palm branches without crashing into cars, or worse, have you and your passenger tumbling down the descending street.

“wait!” the latter suddenly yelps into your ear. you press the bike to a stop, both feet coming down to graze the gravel, then to finally land firm on the ground.

“you okay?” you ask when the bike’s stabilized, craning your neck to give doyeon a curious gaze just to find her eyeing the small dip laying a few feet away down the street. there's a pretty blush dusting her cheeks, chestnut hair outlining her forehead and even, darker lashes when her eyes glide back to yours in a form of uncertainty. she's wearing green contacts today, further accentuating her piercing gaze along with the dipping sun highlighting streaks of orange and yellow on her features.

“no way we’re going down that path.” she answers, a tone of incredulity in her voice.

“what?” your brows shoot up as you slightly look back at the road – it is a bit steep, but not dangerously so. you turn back to doyeon. “why not?”

doyeon’s eyes squint back at you, fully glaring, face scrunched – most likely wondering how insane you must truly be. but the endearing and dopey smile you offer back is enough to melt her rigid posture.

“they’ll kill you if i die.” is what she ends up saying instead. the light wind sweeps lightly through her hair, conveying the lulling scent of cotton candy and peach perfume.

you laugh, playfully bumping back into her. “wimp.”

“i’m sorry, is my death a joke to you?” she whispers menacingly into your ear, hooking her index through the belt loops of your jeans.

“hilarious, even.” you tease, tilting your head back to pucker your lips. “kiss.”

“no.” she deadpans, encircling your waist. “first, get me down that road in one piece.” you snort at that, “we can just walk our way down, yeonnie. i was kidding.”

“no, i somehow trust you with this.” she gags out, reluctantly. “why do i trust you?” she mutters right after.

“that’s rich, coming from an arsonist.” you muse, sounding utterly contented, a sharp contradiction to doyeon's allegation.

“shut up,” she starts and you just know she’s about to read you. you furtively feign a roll of your eyes, yet, an infatuated smile stays on the edge of your lips. you'll never tell her, but there’s nothing more attractive than when she gets like this. “–told me you would come and pick me up for a walk, not a bike ride. and unless you have short-term mem–” she stops. “stop staring at my lips.”

you laugh, sheepish, then avert your gaze back to the road ahead. “i'm getting my kiss once i drop you off.”

“if i'm still alive.” she says, hooking her chin on your shoulder.

you whine about her being a pessimist bitch and she lightly, though discreetly presses her lips against your jaw. “kidding.” she singsongs, squeezing your mid.

so you kick off once again. aside from the air being squeezed out of you, you make it down safe and sound. you cycle the both of you through lush paths, to open green fields and watch butterflies fly above, occasionally slowing down the pace of the bike to take it all in. with the scintilla feeling of just the two of you on a bike — blissful with the speed, with the fresh wind in your faces – you’re at home.

doyeon leans the side of her head against your back, letting her eyes take in the beautiful scenery that nature brings. it was nice being able to hold onto you like so, not a care in the world whether she’ll wake up to her name trending on social platforms, or worse, being questioned about her affectionate nature. south korea still has its outdated ideologies, teaching her to enjoy the beauty of whatever it is you’ve started, drawing as much as she can from the light and secretive touches.

unlike her, you no longer seem to focus on the picturesque surroundings. doyeon's hands start having a mind of their own, palms flat on your abdomen, they brush with each movement of your legs on the pedals – and she wastes no time noticing. it's a position she very much enjoys. her eager hands begin to venture areas they’ve never had before. she skims her way up and down your stomach, smiling to herself when she senses you tense. they map their way lower, to the button of your jeans, and without warning, slide up under your sweater. your heart nearly burst from your chest.

the noise that escapes from your throat is a mix of a choke and guttural sound. “christ, doyeon!” you breathe, scandalized. “we’ll fucking crash!”

the frigid feel of her fingers on your skin almost swerves you off the damn bike.

she only laughs, kissing the back of your neck in an apologetic gesture. she resists the urge to tease for the remainder of the ride, only cooing and every so often – she can’t help herself. she’d caress the area over your ribcage, feeling your heart jump beneath the dainty sweater. you can always excuse it as the intensive exercise you have so willingly put yourself through.

you park the bicycle in front of doyeon’s building and lean slightly forward so your elbows rest onto the handlebar. except doyeon doesn’t budge, she stays put, only shifting to press herself further against you.

“you need to keep your hands to yourself, ma’am.” you reproach with a shake of your head, glancing around to make sure no one, especially from her company, is sighting you. “we really could’ve died, and it would’ve been your fault.”

needless to say, that’s no news to you; doyeon has always been quite blasé towards prudence and authority matters. she has a flair for rebellion, not so much that she wants to go against the grain, but she sustains an innate drive towards doing so, and that includes the blatant flirting she would put on at random times.

“but i can’t keep my hands to myself,” she titters and you feel the vibration all throughout your body. you look back at her with narrowed eyes, and she leans her head comfortably against your shoulder, freely gazing at you through long lashes, a smoldering smile on her pouty lips. “plus, i believe i owe you a kiss.”

there's a shout down the street as kids chase after each other, loaded backpacks swinging and feet banging against the gravel.

“i believe you do, yes.” you concur, squeezing her arms that are still wrapped around your mid. “too much people, though.”

and that’s how she ends up dragging you up to her dorms, barely leaving you time to shut the door close behind you – her lips are on yours. thankfully, no one’s home, or at least in the living room because there’s no scientific reason you could come up with to explain why you’re lip locking with one of korea’s favorite girls.

by some miracle, she manages to maneuver you down the hall and into her room, all the while remaining busy giggling and kissing on each other. you throw yourself on her bed, and she ensues, settling down beside you. your feet dangle off the bed as you both lay horizontally – it’s a comical sight that she makes sure to point out.

you're getting progressively mindful of the warmth in your lower belly, the tingling feeling somewhere in your stomach when you engage her into another kiss. the kiss is wet and slow, experimentally tasting the apricot balm coating her plump lips as you leave the sweetest of promises on them. you tentatively stroke her thighs and in turn, her hands resume its trail under your sweater, across your abdomen in a series of affectionate caresses.

you make certain to be slow and considerate as always. after all, this is the farthest you’ve gone. there's only been kissing so far, nothing more, not even touching. you figured if doyeon is ready, she’ll initiate it. which is exactly what’s happening when she leans slightly over you to unbutton your jeans.

“hey,” you whisper against luscious lips, now swollen and tender, while tenderly cradling her jaw into your palm. “no pressure, okay?”

doyeon stills under your earnest look and runs a hand through her locks, pearly teeth toying with her bottom lip. “i know. i just – i need this.” there isn't so much as a slight hint of uncertainty when the reply escapes her lips. more of an emphatic assertion.

you gently push her back down to hover her body, slowly peppering her neck with kisses and tiny licks. doyeon pushes the rear of your head forward, urging for more, however, you take as much time as necessary. your kisses become unbearably slow, irritating her while also lighting up every nerve and muscle within her body. each wet path your tongue leaves further drenches her panties.

you rise back to her mouth, gradually driving her insane with the laid-back, sluggish brush of your tongue on her lips all without fully pressing them. you tease, altering the angle of your head each time she'd drive forward to capture your lips. without much warning, doyeon’s teeth are sinking into your lip, biting harder when you take her sensitive nipple between the spaces of your fingers.

a dainty spill of blood streams down your lip, further startling you when she soothes over the texture with her tongue, gaze darkening as she stares directly into your hooded eyes. “stop fucking with me.” she hisses.

“and since when are you so fucking demanding?” you moan, there’s no denying how turned on and heated the little backtalk makes you. she grinds her hips against yours as your lips crash into hers in a searing fiery kiss. your hands cup her face, both of your tongues rolling, playing and sliding against each other. she’s sucking and biting at your bottom lip, tongue thrusting forward. you close your lips around it and suck with an appreciative moan. god, you could eat her right then.

in the midst, your hands roam over her breasts, fingers pulling her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. she breaks the kiss to throw her head back and gasps as you pinch and pull harder at them.

“oh fuck.” with that, she’s once again snaking her hands up your shirt, feeling over your warm skin and bunching the fabric up for you to take off. you grab the hem and slide it off you while the rest slowly comes off in the middle of feverish kisses and explorative touches.

you take to straddle her hips, admiring the pale skin of her tight abdomen with a rapacious curiosity. you gently fondle her pert breasts into your hands, pondering whether to tear the bra keeping you from making skin-to-skin contact. compelling, but an attempt at it will cost you your head – so you contempt yourself by sneaking them underneath the band, relishing in the pretty little sounds rippling out through her lips.

“you like that, don’t you?” you purr out quietly, rubbing your thumbs over the aching, hard peak against your hand.

“harder.” she mewls, torso arching and pushing just to feel more of that pain mixing in with pleasure.

you lean down, a dark glint in your eyes as you bite and tug at her bra’s fabric, she grows wetter at the sight and feel of your warm breath ghosting on her nipples. she wraps her legs around your mid to cage you in, her hand tangling into your hair when you bite down onto her nub. she's letting out a soft cry when your tongue pokes at the tip before sucking the nub into your mouth, pulling on the flesh and grazing the surface, just enough to leave reddened markings on the flesh.

“ooh–” she gasps, breath labored, gripping tightly into your hair as you give the same treatment to the other pair, rolling the tender flesh between your fingers. you're positioned much lower so you rise slightly back up her body so your cores are touching and snap your hips down against hers. it turns her world upside down; everything tingles from her head to her toes as you repeat the motion over and over again.

you lean up to peck her lips, setting an accommodating pace for you both that has doyeon rising up to meet each grind.

she watches you with unfiltered lust; hands coasting down your face, to your shoulders and arms for a few moments, then cupping around the back of your neck and back down to squeeze your breast. she truly cannot keep her hands off of you. “i want it from behind.” there’s always been something impressive, fervent, in the classic simplicity and directness that is doyeon. it still catches you off guard, agape and sputtering. you stop.

with the majority of your thoughts gone, head clouded with wanton pleasure, you’re unsure of what you exactly heard; you ask again, throat closing around the words. “from behind?”

doyeon's brow quirk in a form of amusement, seeming lucid enough to poke fun at you, but still far from collected. the column of her neck is flushed red, eyes low and glazed – she’s beyond gorgeous. “i don’t have a strap, but your fingers will do,” she shoots you a coy look. “so, fuck me from behind.”

you blink slowly. “alright.” you say, heart clenching in what could only be a mix of amazement, lust, anticipation and anything that can match up a synonym in the dictionary. "roll over for me.”

and she does just that, not before unclasping her bra. it falls down her shapely shoulders, exposing her tiny breasts that your mouth begs to take back in. she gets on all fours, back arching and head craning back to stare you down, challenge in her gaze. “better do your best.”

goose bumps break all over her body as you seize her by the shape of her waist, almost taking her up on the challenge. unfortunately, there was only so much you can leave on doyeon’s body. as much as you want to taint her body red with unique markings, she has an image to maintain so it’ll simply have to wait.

you pull her panties down the gracious curve of her ass, leaving it to slip softly down her thighs then off her legs. your hands caress the silky, supple skin appreciatively, tracing over the dip of her waist to the back of her thighs. you give each of her ass cheeks a hard slap, heart pounding with each moan of hers – you’d think she’s used to this.

"come onnn," she whines, pressing back against you.

"relax." you hum, stroking your hand up and down the long of her back, relishing in the way it freely glides. you gently nudge her knees apart and kneel down behind her. the slight bit of slickness trickling down her lips prompts you to give her a few long strokes of your index, doyeon moans and arches her back further down as the same finger gives hot pleasure within her.

“you’re so pretty.” you compliment, fully admiring all esoteric aspects of her body like a tulip about to bloom – the ones who shimmer in the afternoon and reaches to glow of sunshine- as you start licking between her folds, taking your sweet time to lap every drop of her slick melting down her center. you mouth along her swollen clit through the poetic pleasure rolling into every part of her body, spiking in every nerve ending.

you bury your face farther amid the girl’s puffy folds, licking with passion in your movement, your hands gripping her thighs as you lap away at her hole, occasionally reaching up to flicker across her clit and fling her whole body in a mass of spasm.

your sleeked fingertips gradually begin prodding her entrance, easily sliding between the folds, remaining slow and cautious as to not hurt her. doyeon's nails dig into the comforter, unfamiliar pain lightly shooting up her core and spine.

“you alright?” you ask; there is a tiny waver in your voice, concern and apologetic.

“i-” she sucks air through her teeth, “yeah. keep going.”

reluctant, but complying, you extract your index to replace with your thumb. you hope this helps to start small and later on, prep her to take more. she pants softly, eyes teary and unfocused as her body attempts to choose whether she wants to rock back into your hand, stay rooted at the feeling of being stretched or flee from the unfamiliar pain that’s snaking down her thighs.

you thumb through her opening with consoling words along soothing circles of your hand on her lower back. it diverts her from the pain and creeping pleasure probing inside of her. you extend the process, her gradual whines climbing in octaves when she’d try jerking away from a certain spot being brushed by your inquisitive finger. you'd have to grab her by the elegant curve of the waist, pull her back and keep her in place.

it's just a matter of time before she’s past dripping, pleading and moaning for more. hips inclined back, accentuating the fluid lines of her back; she's crying in nothing but divine ecstasy as you switch back to your index. you draw it out until just the tip is in, then plunge it back in her wet tightness. needless to say, she doesn’t simply see the stars but the cosmos in all its entirety before her eyes.

reiteration of strangled sounds and gasps spill from her lips when you start steadily pumping in and out. she tries stifling them by shoving her head down in the covers, not because she wants to be discreet but rather her embarrassment in hearing those sounds coming from herself – they're melodic, symphonic even, to your ears.

it's something doyeon finds herself loving – the feeling of being handled and taken care of. the knowledge that she can easily be reduced to a messy state if you so desired (as one would expect, you’d have to work for it). doyeon's thighs shake with more thrusts of your fingers reaching deep – and she takes it all, with great difficulty, but it’s a start. her eyes flutter closed as the thick stretch that your fingers amply provide, turn into blissful pleasure to bring her closer to her release.

"how about another?" you ask over the high pitched whines. "can you do that?"

"i don–" you swipe your thumb over her clit and her breath catches in her throat before going back to ball the sheets into her hand. you encourage her with a squeeze on her thigh. "yes, yes."

you add your middle finger, cursing at how tight she is, her spasmic muscles start clenching around you. that's all it takes.

in less than a second, your digits are coated in juices and sleek is sliding down her legs as you easily coax her into a slow, staggering orgasm. she bucks her hips up with one last startled moan and you look on, smug, gently twisting your fingers through the slight burn of her orgasm until she slumps down on her stomach with a silent scream.

#kpop smut #gg smut #doyeon smut #weki meki smut #wlw #gxg smut #sub kpop

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years ago

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Humans are weird: Shock Troops Part II: The Drop

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If there is one thing to be said about the age of interstellar travel it would be that it be impossible without the aid of the space gate network.

The space gates comprised of several hundred ancient machines scattered around the cosmos that formed a three dimensional network allowing near instant travel between star systems normally thousands of light years apart. Many of these machines were often located in empty space at the edges of their local systems, but the one in the Hodun system was situated directly over the planet of Hodun Prime and was considered to be the gate to the inner sphere worlds of the Tempish Ascendancy.

Considered to be one of the mightiest governing bodies of the era, the Tempish Ascendancy was a highly efficiently monarchy protected by a near fanatical well-armed and trained military. Their rise to power is often credited to the fact that the Temp people controlled the only space gate for several neighboring systems. With this level of control the Tempish people expanded, either through diplomatic undertakings or military campaigns, into those other systems and quickly incorporated them into their domain. Within a couple of generations the Tempish population was the dominant species on these worlds firmly placing them under their control. From here they had expanded through the space gate; an expansion that eventually led straight to the doors of humanity.

How the war started has been debated and refuted a dozen times and then again a dozen times more, but the end result always comes to the war that erupted between humanity and the Tempish. Each time humanity felt it was on the cusp of victory the Tempish would flee to Hodun Prime and through the space gate back to their territory to recoup only to reemerge several months later and begin the war anew. This back and forth had continued for over a decade as humanity lacked the needed manpower to secure Hodun Prime and in turn launch an invasion of the inner sphere. This tide of fortune for the Tempish soon turned when humanity made peace with several other factions it had been at war with and finally could turn its full attention to the Tempish Ascendancy.

The space gate in orbit above Hodun Prime was controlled by a secure facility on the planet’s surface. Surrounded by near impregnable walls, shield towers, orbital cannons, and a legion of the best trained soldiers the Tempish military had; the facility was able to deny access to the space gate to any ship that was not Tempish. Furthermore, when humanity had in the past launched raids to secure the facility in the past the facility would send out a distress signal through the space gate to the inner sphere worlds were a waiting support fleet would respond and jump through the gate and arrive over Hodun Prime within the hour. This threat of being assaulted by both ground and space forces had deterred further attempts to secure the facility until only recently when a specialized regiment became available for deployment. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ripja strode into the command chamber and ran a glance along the tactical displays lining the walls. He passed between rows of consoles to either side of him each controlling a vital system to Hodun Prime’s defense; each one now blaring warning sounds and baring red marks of imminent danger. Several of the soldiers stood to salute Ripja but he waved them away. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.

“Report” Ripja asked as he approached the center of the room. There stood a large table displaying a three dimensional hologram of the planet and the orbiting space gate currently surrounded by the high command and their aides. Several icons were scattered around the planet listing military positions, outposts, defense sectors, and more.

His second in command, Kempid, approached and tapped a data wand against the table. A rash of red icons suddenly appeared in orbit of the planet directly above the command facility they now stood in.

“Roughly ten minutes ago three human ships exited the space gate directly over us.”

Before Kempid could provide more information the entire room was filled with warning alarms.

“Enemy bombardment incoming!” one of the console operators called out.

Within moments Ripja could hear a noise reverberating throughout the entire room. It was faint and sounded distant and yet there was no mistaking it.

“Shields are holding.” Another attendant called out.

“Send the signal to the fleet in the inner sphere,” Ripja said to one of the waiting aides, “we need reinforcements now.”

With that they scurried off to the communications bank and transmitted the signal while Ripja took a closer look at the holographic display.

Fiddling with the controls he enhanced the image in orbit and focused in on the human vessels. Two were cruiser class by their ship design and the third was a troop carrier of some kind. The cruisers were using their heavy cannons to lay down a withering barrage of plasma focused directly on the shields surrounding the space gate facility.

“This doesn’t make sense.” Ripja stated, making some of the nearby command staff turn to listen as he began pacing around the table. “They must know two ships can’t breach our shields, and our guns can’t fire so long as our shields are up.” He stopped his pacing and magnified the enemy fleet once again, this time showing a live feed from one of their orbiting stealth satellites.

The two cruisers had positioned the troop carrier between them while the bombardment was ongoing and appeared to have achieved a stable orbit. As he was pondering this defensive nature he noticed through the feed several of the hangar bay doors of the troop ship slowly opening.

In silence several dozen landing craft shot out from the troop ship and began heading towards the surface. To his amazement the landing craft were not arcing away from the orbital bombardment but instead were flying directly through it; their tiny craft veering and swerving in-between the human orbital fire like insects flying through the rain.

“They must be insane!” Kempid said as he came over and saw what had enthralled Ripja.

“Clever.” Ripja spoke as he motioned another aide over. “They’re using their orbital fire to disable our anti air capabilities while they land their forces.”

As the aide approached Ripja shrunk the hologram to only highlight the main command facility and the space directly above it. Already the red icons of the landing craft were appearing one after another as they raced towards the facility.

“Lower the shields in the south quadrant of the facility and have our orbital guns begin firing on the cruiser on the left.”

“But sir,” the aide spoke hesitantly, “that will leave that quadrant exposed to their fire.”

“They won’t change their target.” Ripja pointed to the central facility currently the focus of the human bombardment. “They need their bombardment to silence our own anti air cannons; if they deviate even for a moment it will give us a window to shoot down their landing craft.”

The aide nodded and moved aside to relay the new order while Ripja motioned Kempid over.

“Deploy all air squadrons and have them engage the human landing craft.” He said as he highlighted the leading ships. “I do not want one of them touching down on our soil unless it is a burning wreck.”

“Our pilots won’t be able to fly thro-“ Kempid began before Ripja grapped him by the throat and pulled him over to the hologram.

“The humans are flying through it!” he softly snarled at Kempid, “Get. Them. In. The. Air.”

“As you wish.” Gasped Kempid as Ripja let him go. “Command to all air wings, deploy and repel enemy landing craft.”

Within minutes a rash of new blue icons from landing fields surrounding the main facility were lighting up as dozens of combat air wings took to the skies. As he watched them take flight he also saw the shield in the south lower and the retaliatory fire commence against the human fleet.

Several cannons fired at once and impacted the left cruiser, its shields flashing bright blue in the cold void. As the retaliation strikes continued Ripja noticed that even though the fire wasn’t piercing the shields it was altering the human bombardment. The angle of the shots was being offset by the Tempish fire moving the cruiser and as a result the landing craft were thrown into a chaotic descent.

If Ripja had to guess the humans had coordinated specific flight paths to navigate the orbital bombardment fire to ensure their craft weren’t hit by friendly fire. Now however the paths were changing and the human landing craft were flying straight into their own bombardment and shattering.

Ripja let a faint smirk cross his lips as he watched the enemy icons slowly blip out one by one. Soon they will be forced to retreat and the day will be ours, he thought to himself. He watched the hologram waiting for the moment, waiting for the first ship to turn tail and flee back to the troop carrier in orbit, waiting for the enemy to flee the system in defeat, waiting for yet another achievement for his military record.

Waiting…..

Waiting….

The smirk vanished from Ripja’s face as he continued to watch in astoundment as the human landing craft did not flee, but instead sped up directly for his command facility.

Even when the Tempish air wings finally swooped in and began picking off the seemingly defenseless landing craft they still kept coming. By the count now the landing craft had suffer 37% casualties and they still had not even reached the planet’s surface.

Ripja watched in horror as even through the orbital strikes, even though the wings of fighter craft picking them off with every pass, even with another 15% of casualties the humans still kept coming until finally the moment Ripja had never thought possible happened.

The humans landed on Hodun Prime.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years ago

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holly's august extravaganza day 4: a friend in me

📍 anon - I don't know but I feel like Carlos and Nancy can have such an awesome best friend dynamic. Maybe something sad/scary regarding Nancy happens where she has to make a report at the precinct and Carlos doesn't tell anyone as she made him promise so he starts to just check on Nancy and they just develop this caring, supportive, beautiful, fun, full of banter friendship to the amusement of TK and the 126.

kept this separate from your original ask because i want to keep those other prompts you sent alongside this one for later 😊

ao3 | 2k | hurt/comfort, brief references to gun violence, mostly just carlos and nancy being besties

Carlos has never seen Nancy look so small.

She’s sitting hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, hands seemingly moving of their own volition to tear the empty styrofoam cup in front of her to shreds. As soon as Carlos had seen her being escorted into the precinct, shaking like a leaf and clutching her coat like a lifeline, he’d persuaded the officer with her to let him take over the case. His association with the 126 is well known so the officer had been reluctant, but Carlos had managed to wear him down, saying that he doesn’t really know Nancy that well.

And it’s—it’s not exactly a full lie. Through their hangs and TK’s stories, he’s coming to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But of her personal life, Carlos knows next to nothing; she mentioned a sister a few weeks ago, and TK delights in teasing her about her growing crush on Marjan, but that’s about it.

He needs to make more of an effort, he decides. When they’re anywhere else but a police station.

Carlos knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence before entering the room, sending her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Nancy visibly relaxes at the sight of him and she drops the remains of her cup, though Carlos doesn’t miss the continuing tremble to her hands.

“Hey Nancy,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite her. “How are you doing?”

Nancy’s lips twitch, the corners barely curving into the beginnings of a wry smile. She breathes out shakily, meeting Carlos’s eyes for the briefest second before staring back down at the table. “I’m not great,” she answers, and for her to admit to that… Well, Carlos suspects it’s not a regular occurrence.

He nods, reluctantly pulling out his notebook and pen, hesitating before flipping to the next blank page. Nancy tracks his movements, resignation clearly etched all over her features. Carlos glances at the two-way mirror—not that it does him any good—then reaches across the table to take Nancy’s hand.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he murmurs. “If you need more time, just say the word and I’ll leave. Or if you’d prefer to talk to someone you don’t know, we can do that too. Anything you need.”

The sudden tightness of Nancy’s grip is unexpected, as is the flash of panic in her eyes.

“Please, don’t go,” she whispers. “I don’t—” She cuts herself off, shutting her eyes and breathing slowly for a few seconds. Slowly, her hold on Carlos begins to loosen until her hand is slack in his, then she draws both hands into her lap and straightens in her chair. When her eyes reopen, she seems more like the Nancy Carlos knows—strong, confident, assertive—though there’s still clearly an undercurrent of fear underneath it all.

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

Carlos bites back an are you sure and settles for clicking his pen, his smile unwavering. “Can you run me through what happened, exactly?” he asks. “Take your time.”

A second or two passes, then Nancy nods, her voice steady when she speaks. “I was restocking the bus at the end of shift. I was alone; Captain Vega was in her office and TK was with the others in the showers—he did try to help but he’d had to go into a fire on our last call to help a patient and the smell of smoke was giving me a headache, so I told him to go.”

Carlos pauses in his note-taking, mentally filing that last piece of information away for follow-up as soon as he sees his boyfriend again. Judging by the amused quirk to Nancy’s eyebrow, she’s fully aware of where his mind has gone, so Carlos clears his throat and motions for her to continue, forcing his thoughts back to the present.

“Like I said, I was alone. I didn’t mind it; it was kind of relaxing, you know? Then this guy appeared from nowhere and pointed a gun at me, saying if I called out or turned on the siren or anything, he’d shoot. I thought—” She inhales sharply, her knuckles going white on the tabletop and her jaw clenching tightly. Her voice sounds different when she next speaks, more controlled, as though forcing each word out. “I thought it was happening again. I thought he was going to take me somewhere, make me his personal pet paramedic, something like that.

“Turns out, he just wanted drugs. I gave him what we had on the rig and he seemed satisfied, so I figured he’d shoot me anyway ‘cause I’d seen his face, right? He didn’t—obviously—but it looked like he was considering it.” Nancy pauses and flicks her gaze up at Carlos, biting her lip. “I think he might have done it,” she admits quietly, “but he got spooked by one of the guys making noise so he just bolted. I’m not sure how long it was between that and TK coming back and finding me. I’m sorry.”

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can check the cameras at the station. With luck, that should get us an ID, maybe a license plate if he drove. I think that’s almost everything; just one more question, if that’s okay. Can you tell me what you gave him exactly?”

Nancy nods. “Morphine, Ativan, tramadol… I’d have to check stocks for the exact amounts.”

“We’ll do that, don’t worry about it.” Carlos taps his pen on the pages before flipping his notebook shut and leaning across the table again. “Are you okay?” he asks softly. “Speaking as a friend and not a cop, if there’s anything you need, anything I can help with, let me know.”

She smiles wanly. “I’m okay. I just want to go home and forget all this ever happened.”

“Fair enough. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Carlos half-expects her to brush him off, but she just nods and allows him to escort her back through the precinct and out to her car. He dithers awkwardly, shuffling his feet as Nancy turns to him, one hand on the door handle.

“Thank you, Carlos. For real. I have the feeling it wasn't a coincidence that you were the one in that room with me.”

The tips of Carlos’s ears go pink as he finds himself caught out. “That, uh… That would not be inaccurate.”

“Well, thanks.” She pulls open the car door and Carlos takes a step back, wanting to wait until she’s safely away to go back inside. Nancy ducks as if to get in, then pauses and straightens again, biting her lip as she looks back at him.

“Hey, Carlos?” she says. “Can you do me a favour and not tell the others? Not even TK. They— They know vaguely what happened, but I’d prefer it if the details and, uh, some of the other stuff I told you could be kept between us.”

He agrees immediately, just grateful that she trusts him enough to handle this for her. “No-one will know any more than they need to,” he promises, which seems to relieve her. She thanks him again, then gets in the car and drives away, Carlos watching after her with one hand raised in farewell.

It grows from there.

It’s not intentional exactly, but one text to check up on her soon turns into a steady stream of messages, stories and jokes and even the occasional meme passing back and forth between them. Carlos especially appreciated Nancy's carefully curated collection of dirt on TK, which, as a concerned boyfriend, it is his duty to know. Many a conversation has been spent griping about TK's accident prone ways or sighing over his latest mishap.

Lovingly, of course.

Nancy, 15.48: you’ll never guess what happened this time

Carlos, 16.22: ?

In answer, he receives a picture of a dejected-looking TK sprawled on the floor with Buttercup’s front paws squarely resting on his chest. Buttercup’s tongue is lolling out, a wide grin on his face, and in the background stand the rest of the crew. All of them also seem to have their phones pointed towards TK—probably the reason TK looks so down, as Carlos knows his boyfriend couldn’t be upset with Buttercup to save his life.

Nancy, 16.26: he thought he’d try to teach buttercup some tricks. turns out, dog trainers exist for a reason

Carlos has to stifle a laugh—technically, he is supposed to be working—but his attempt at being subtle is thwarted when his phone repeatedly pings with similar texts and photos from Paul, Marjan, and Mateo. He screenshots the sudden influx of notifications and sends it to Nancy before saving every single photo.

Nancy responds with a laughing emoji and a promise to keep him updated.

Not all of their conversations are about TK, naturally.

Carlos, 19.10: I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her

Nancy, 19.12: i do talk to her. every shift, actually

Carlos, 19.13: Nancy

Nancy, 19.13: carlos

Nancy, 19.14: i don’t even know if she’s into women, alright? it’s not like i can just march up and ask, that’s like waving a banner saying ‘hey, i’m in love with you’ in her face

Carlos, 19.16: Oh, we’re talking about love now, are we?

Nancy, 19.17: can it, reyes

Carlos, 19.20: Noted. Look, take it from someone who’s been navigating gay relationships in Texas his whole life. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Ask her for coffee, test the waters, see where it leads. You never know, it might work out. I mean, look at me

Nancy, 19.24: wow, way to rub your happiness in my face 😑

(Carlos doesn’t find out if she follows his advice, but he does notice her and Marjan showing up to their hangs together)

(Nancy does not appreciate his smugness)

Without even realising, they become a formidable team. This fact is highlighted one game night about three months after the incident, when Nancy and Marjan blow into his and TK’s house, a determined glint in both their eyes.

“We’re switching up the teams,” Marjan declares, much to TK’s outrage.

“What? Why?”

“Because,” Nancy continues, “we’re tired of losing to you guys. You’re like, freakishly good at board games and it’s not fair. Plus, we have to watch you both being all lovey all the time when you’re on the same team and it’s exhausting. We want to see you being competitive for once.”

TK pouts, but Carlos just shrugs when he looks to him for backup. “It’ll be fun,” he says, smiling at Nancy and Marjan. TK still looks put out, so he leans in close and half-murmurs, “C’mon babe. How about a prize for the winner?”

TK perks up considerably at the suggestion, and, going by the twin looks of despair on Nancy and Marjan’s faces, they caught both the comment and the innuendo. Marjan groans and Nancy raises her eyes skyward, as if pleading for divine intervention.

“This was a great idea, actually,” TK says, grinning. He quirks an eyebrow at Nancy. “You and me, Nance?”

That seems to shake Nancy out of her silent prayers for strength. “Uh, no. I’m with Carlos.” To emphasise the point, she strides forward and grabs Carlos’s arm, dragging him to the couch. He nudges her gently when they sit, smirking at the disgruntled way she digs into the snack bowl.

“You did say you wanted to see us being competitive.”

“Shut up.”

In the end, TK ends up paired with Mateo, and Marjan with Paul. It’s clear from the outset who’s going to win—Nancy and Carlos dominate the board, and not even Paul’s master strategy is enough to catch up with them.

They win by a comfortable margin, fist-bumping in celebration. There’s a general air of bemusement in the room, and when Carlos looks round at the others, he finds four pairs of eyes fixed on them.

“What?”

“Since when have you two been such a good team?” Paul asks, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow.

Carlos shrugs, sharing a smile with Nancy. “Guess we just are.”

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[18+] Ask and you shall receive - Miya Atsumu x Femdom!Reader

[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [No spoilers from the manga]

Words : 9922

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Tags : BDSM / Powerplay / Dom!reader / Femdom / Dacryphilia / Orgasm control / Orgasm Denial / Overstimulation / Impact play / Aftercare / Vaginal Sex

Summary : Atsumu is craving your attention again and starts acting up for it, this time you don't have the patience to let him do as he pleases. Instead, you take matter into your own hands and make him understand that he should behave for once in his life instead of whining for attention. You proceed to make him beg for any sort of release. Oh, the sight he offers with tears streaming down his face...

Ever since the incident at the bar, I knew better than to ignore Atsumu when he wanted attention. We had talked about his reaction and even though he apologized, he also added that I looked too good that night and that he really wanted to leave the bar to fuck. While it was not the worst thing that could have happened, I still berated him for his childish actions and added that if he ever did that again I would beat him to a pulp. The man had the audacity to smirk and shrug, adding that it sounded pretty hot. We did not mention that evening afterwards, at least not his attitude, but he did not miss the chance to remind me—on multiple occasions—that I looked very hot when I had my foot on his chest at the beginning. He would mention it at the most inappropriate times, for example when I would hang up on someone after having raised my tone on the phone. Or again when I would dress up for a date night, with heels on.

With how many hints he was dropping, I had to have a conversation with him about it, which led to the most interesting highlight of this relationship. I discovered a compelling side of him that would then be put to great use in bed, and it had been done a few times, albeit lightly. We would switch roles when it was not just a simple fuck, it was refreshing.

Until now, it was the bare minimum—even if boundaries had been discussed. But today was the day I would make him understand to not fuck around.

The entire morning had been calm since he was asleep in his bed, leaving me on a call with Bokuto and a few other classmates to work on a project for one of the classes we had together. I had been staying for a few days at his place and he had been kind enough to let me use his desk instead of leaving me on the couch, which I could not be grateful enough for. When entering the room, opposite the door and straight ahead was the desk, leaving the left side occupied by a bed with a window right above it. This ensured I had some privacy, the camera facing the empty wall and entrance to the room, while he could still stay here. I was glad no one could see him sleeping, I don’t know what I would do if they saw him half-naked in the background.

Around 11 am, however, he got up. Shamelessly, he walked behind me, only wearing his boxers and placed his hands on my shoulders. I quickly turned off the camera and my microphone before anyone could see his face when he leaned over to kiss the top of my head. “Good morning, babe.”

“Tsumu, I am on a call with some people, could you please get dressed up?” I asked without looking at him. He huffed, offended and made me look at him by grabbing my chin and making me look at him, “Can I at least get a good morning?” It made my heart flutter to hear his voice still groggy from only waking up moments ago, but I did not say anything about it. Turning my chair, I looked up at him and beckoned him closer, he happily leaned over and let me cradle his face in my hands to kiss him softly, “Good morning, please get dressed and stay out of the room.” I smiled sweetly and patted his cheek as a way to tell him to leave. I did not miss the smirk that drew itself on his face when he pulled back and said tauntingly, “Or what? It is my place after all. You’re not a great guest to tell me what to do-“ “Atsumu.” I said in a warning tone.

His response was a shrug before making his way to the door. Right before leaving, he called my name, effectively gaining my attention, and blew me a kiss, “I’ll get dressed, just for you.” I rolled my eyes upon hearing his words and returned to my call.

It did not take him more than 20 minutes to return and bother me. It started by simply walking behind me, food in hand. He justified it by saying he needed to grab his phone from the bed; I ignored him and kept my focus on the work we were doing. Everyone was just as attentive, except for Bokuto who had burst out laughing when noticing Atsumu. It took him some time to calm down and finally be able to speak and work again.

Later, he walked by and ruffled my hair. I turned off the camera and the microphone to look at him annoyed. He put his hands in front of him in defense and chuckled, “Just here to get my charger.”

When he said so, he leaned over the bed again to grab it—that’s when I saw his outfit. I stood up and pulled his arm forcefully to have him stand in front of me, “Why are you wearing cowboy pants without the part that covers your fucking ass?” I hissed, glancing down and sighed in relief when I saw it was at least covering his dick. “You said I should dress!” “Properly! You look like an idiot, an undershirt and cowboy pants is-“ I forced myself to shut my mouth, not wanting to say something I would regret. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my index on his chest and glared at him. “Out and behave.” I gritted through my teeth.

He looked at me with a stupid smile on his face, his eyes trailing down from my gaze to my finger. “Yes, sir.” He said playfully before kissing my forehead and making his way to the door. Right as he reached it, I called out, “And cover your ass, now I understand why Bokuto laughed.” It made the blond laugh on his way out. I did not hear from him for a while after that. I thought he had understood, and I suppose I was an idiot once again for thinking anything could get through that thick head of his.

It must have been about half an hour later that he walked in, with only his underwear and a shirt on. I half-shut the laptop in panic and muted my microphone to reprimand him, “This is the third time! What is your excuse now? Where did your clothes go?” I asked in confusion and annoyance. A smug smile made its way to his lips as he sat on the bed, one leg on the side of the bed while the other was brought close to his chest. Now that he was out of the camera’s field vision I could sigh in relief, but it did not last long. Still smiling, his hand slid under his underwear and pulled out his cock; lazily, he started stroking it while still looking at me, not saying anything.

“What are you doing?” I knew he would not reply, it was more of a question to myself than anything, but he did not stop, he only quirked a brow and grinned more mischievously. “You know what? If you want to show off, so be it. I’m not giving you any attention.” I shrugged, looking back at the computer to resume my work. I was now fully aware that the idiot was jerking off in the bed next to me, but I still looked straight ahead. It would be a lie to say I was focused. My eyes were riveted on the screen and my hand was covering my mouth, my elbow resting on the desk; however, I could see him in my field of vision, his hand slowly going up and down his cock while his gaze was never leaving my form.

The call was supposed to end in more than an hour and if he had only been touching himself as such, I would have been able to finish my work—but he did not stop there. When most of the people left to go to another one of their classes, I was left with Bokuto, but I knew if I told Atsumu it was just him he would feel no shame in pulling me to bed to fuck. So, I kept my mouth shut. He did not.

It started with muffled whimpers, whispers of my name for my attention. Then sweet names calling. It quickly escalated to sounds the microphone could catch, long sighs, throaty moans on purpose or calling my name a bit louder. “Can you hang up?” I heard him whine childishly. I ignored him and typed to Bokuto,

Student3418: Sorry, he is being annoying. I muted, he just doesn’t know it, so he keeps whining.

I saw Kotaro laugh as he replied, his elbow now resting on the table, “What does he want? Can’t you just go help him out?” He asked. I was the one chuckling now as I typed back, Atsumu’s whines reaching my ears.

Student3418: He is literally jerking off because he wants to have sex. But I’m busy. I can’t believe he is being like that when I am supposed to be on call for a project.

I rolled my eyes to emphasize, making the grey-haired man laugh as he leaned back on his chair, “I mean, we’re almost done! You can go-“ He quirked a brow when I waved my hands in front of me to have him stop talking as I typed back.

Student3418: He can’t always get what he wants! Also, he seems to be getting off from showing off like that, don’t tell anyone though. I’ll let him think I’m still on call then I’ll teach him to stop being a brat.

Student3418: that stays between us

Student3418: don’t tell anyone

“What if you unmuted! And I stayed right there. It’s like—ya know, consensual and he gets to be super horny from showing off or whatever.” I pondered his words. As shameful as it could be, it did not take me long to make my decision, not with Bokuto smiling excitedly and Atsumu whimpering next to me.

Smiling to myself, I stood up and unplugged the headset, unmuting myself as I nodded at Bokuto. “Let’s, then. You can do whatever behind the screen, you will only have the sound.” Atsumu perked up and let go of his cock, his eyes looking at me with lust and desperation. Slowly, I made my way towards him and gripped his knees tight as I leaned over. “Are you fucking done whining?” I spat, making his eyes widen. The surprise turned into a pleased expression when he leaned forward and kept his face close to mine. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” I mirrored the smugness and let my hands trail down to his calves before pulling him off the bed roughly, his bum hitting the pillow that had fallen at the end of the bed.

“It sure did. I definitely got the message, loud and clear.” I smiled as I moved to the nightstand and pulled out the handcuffs he kept there. Atsumu tried to get up, that smug smile never leaving his face, but I pushed him back down with force and was quick to clasp the handcuffs around one of his wrists and onto the metallic end of the bed, then repeated the action on the other one, with a bit more fight from him. I had to sit on him to stop him from fidgeting, but once he was tied down, I stood up again and looked down at his arms open wide, his form begging to be played with. A big smile made its way to my lips.

“I should have done that from the beginning. Don’t you think?” “It took you long enough, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” He replied cockily, not paying attention to the situation he was in. Without smiling, I leaned in and gripped his chin with force to take a good look at him, making sure to look disgusted as I did so, “Charms? What charm is there in something that easy to get?” I asked rhetorically while letting go of his chin and pushing his chest as I leaned back. A breathless laugh escaped his lips, I looked down at his cock and saw how hard it already was from his lazy jerking off, but it was not fully hard. I removed my socks and pressed one foot against his needy cock through his underwear. “Come on, don’t be like that, babe. I just wanted your attention-“ “And my attention you have, look at how you’re responding,” I emphasized my words by pushing harder against his dick. He thrusted his hips forward suddenly, his head leaning on the mattress behind him. “This is honestly too funny, seeing strong Miya Atsumu getting off from my foot. Oh, this is a sight indeed.” I scoffed, never stopping the motion of my toes.

“It’s cute you think you have any control right now, you’re just as desperate for my cock. So don’t be shy and ride my dick, ‘kay?” He said smugly, only to groan when I pressed even more on his cock with my foot. “I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat?” I asked with a twisted grin, his brows furrowing in frustration. Seeing him like that was a lot different than having him on top, and I enjoyed that change a lot. Watching him struggle against the restraints was so entertaining. We both knew he was enjoying it and I could only thank him for playing his bratty part so well. “You really think you can remove those handcuffs by brute force? Come on Miya, you’ve been going in and out of this room the entire morning. Don’t tell me you want to leave so soon...” I cooed, as I moved around the room to find the heels that made him go crazy oh so many times.

Once I found them, I slipped off my pants and shirt. Looking over my shoulders, I continued, “No… I’ll keep you here a little while longer, what say you?” I asked with a condescending huff all while looking for a more suitable outfit for the occasion of making this insufferable man beg. It was thrilling to try something new and, to make him feel somewhat more at ease, I picked one of the lacy lingerie sets he had almost begged me to buy. Now seemed like the best moment to try it on and make him even weaker, I thought with a smile as I undressed fully, my back still turned on him.

“I say you’re not going to hold back much longer since you’re already stripping, babe. But nice try!” He called out, his tone as arrogant as ever, as if he had not been whining moments ago for my attention. It ticked me off in a great way, considering the situation he was in. Laughing at his words, I finished dressing up and slipped the heels on before making my way to him. “Hear me out, Miya. Seeing you in such a pitiful taste is not a turn on, you just look needy and desperate. That puts you at a disadvantage, understood?” He did not reply right away, instead he smirked and looked at me tauntingly.

Clicking my tongue against my teeth, I gripped his hair tight and tilted his head to the side with force. I then leaned in and whispered sternly, “Understood?” “I understand that you look adorable like that, I knew that lingerie would look hot on you.” He grinned, that smug attitude still not gone. With a reassuring smile, I let go of his hair and brushed it back to take a good look at his face. “Do you remember what’s in the bottom drawer of your closet?” A nervous, if not excited, laugh escaped his lips. His eyes would travel from my eyes to my chest, clearly he was not thinking with his head right now. “Already bringing in the fun? Babe, you’re treating me,” He paused and added playfully, “Oh, or maybe you're laying everything out for me already? Such a good girl, I’ll be nicer to you since you are being-“ He swore under his breath when I squeezed his balls to shut him up. His back arched and I could see the bulge growing in his boxers. A scoff left my lips before humming.

“No need to buy a gag to shut you up, it looks like this does the trick.” I said happily as I stood up, almost tripping when he moved his foot to catch my ankle. Pausing in my steps, I looked at him with a threatening gaze, “Your list is not getting any shorter, you truly are going to be in for a treat.” I said before grabbing the riding crop from the drawer and grabbing my vibrator at the same time to make things even more interesting. I placed the latter on the bed where he could not see it, but I could grab it with ease.

Once I had returned to him, I looked down at his spread out form and smirked. Confidently, I started, “It would be stupid to ask if you are submitting, seeing how determined you are today-“ but Atsumu cut me off cockily, his chest puffed too proudly, “Well, you have been acting stupid by thinking you’re on top, why not ask a stupid question too-“ I reacted almost instinctively and spat on his face, making him shut his mouth quickly. “Only talk when I ask you to talk, in the mean time you keep your fucking mouth shut, understood?” He kept his mouth tightly closed; his pride having taken a hit. I leaned over and watched the saliva drip from his cheek to his mouth. Smiling, I wiped it and brushed my thumb over his cheek, “That was a question, you’re a bit dumb, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed pink; just from that I knew I was slowly getting to him and it only broadened my smile.

Putting the riding crop down I clapped my hands in front of me and smiled again, “God, it feels nice to not hear you talk, I do rather miss the whimpers though. Shall I change that?” Hope flashed in his eyes, his arrogance suddenly back just from being given the attention he so desperately craved for. “I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me-“ I was fast to grab the riding crop and strike him across the chest, earning a grunt from the man who gave me an annoyed look. Raising my index finger, I reiterated, “Only talk when I ask you to talk, if you keep playing dumb so much I’ll have to fuck you dumb.” I sighed, reaching behind him for the vibrator and turning it on at the lowest speed.

“Babe- babe, come on, don’t-“ “Colour?” I asked to make sure he wasn’t really against it. With big eyes he mumbled, “Green.” I hummed happily and brought the vibrator to his cock, making him whimper at the first touch. He tried to bring his arms to me, perhaps to move it or to grab me; whichever it was, he could not move them and instead was moving his legs. “That’s what you wanted, right? Attention. I’m giving it to you.” I said with a smirk. He could not look at me, his brows were furrowed, trying hard to focus on the feeling of the vibrations on his sex. He bucked his hips to have the toy touch the tip of his dick instead of the base, but I quickly pulled back. “Fuck that!” He exclaimed, pouting and already seemingly out of breath.

I curled a brow and looked at him sternly, “You don’t get to complain when you can barely look at me when I’m making you feel good. I want those pleading, needy eyes to look at me as I make you moan and whine for more, understood?” He nodded, pouting.

“It wasn’t that hard, was it? Come on.” I stood up and made him close his legs to sit on his thighs before moving the toy back on his dick. His entire body tensed, I felt him trying to move his legs to make me move, maybe hit my back with his heels but nothing could be done with his hands tied and his legs blocked by mine. I chuckled lightly seeing how he was wriggling under me, soft whines leaving his mouth as he stared at the toy almost lost in pleasure. When I moved it higher, right under the tip of his cock, a high-pitched moan escaped his lips, “Please-“ “Look at me, and beg again.” I stated, wanting to see his hungry eyes, to see him look at me without the cockiness he would always be so keen on displaying. He closed his mouth and muffled his moans, a sigh of disappointment escaping his lips when I lowered the vibrator down his length.

Smiling to myself, I moved the toy higher once more, effectively making him beg again, his face still hanging. “Babe, come on, please, it hurts, please.” Annoyed that he wouldn’t look at me, I used my free hand to raise his head by placing my fingers under his chin. “Look me in the eyes and beg again.” His gaze was fleeting. He looked to the side, pouting. Without thinking twice, I slapped his cheek and repeated, “You know what to do, do it.” I said as I brought the toy very close to his sensitive tip. His mouth was open as he rested the back of his head against the bed, a proud smile on his lips. He moved his jaw a bit before looking at me darkly, “Please, mistress.” He said in a fake pleading tone, clearly mocking me while pursing his mouth a little.

Not responding, I brought the vibrator to his tip, making his hips jerk up. Moans flooded from his mouth only moments after I grazed his tip. When I saw him tense, I stopped and turned it off. He swore me off, but I interrupted his childish whines, “See, I would praise you if you obeyed. But now Kou probably thinks you’re a little brat from how much you run your mouth off.” I sighed dramatically. Seeing his eyes widen at the realization sent thrills coursing through my body. His eyes suddenly turned to the laptop, his breath heavy. With the silence that had settled, I could hear the slick sounds going on behind the screen, so could Atsumu. “Fuck me and I’ll beg all you want, ye just gotta break first.” He shrugged the best he could. It amazed me how hard it was to break him, but I was strong-willed, and I was not the one tied up.

“I think you lack the determination, and if you kneel right now and suck me off, for Bokkun to hear of course, then I’ll be lenient when fucking you,” He tilted his head to the side, the smugness ever so present on his features. “Is that a deal?” He ran his tongue over his teeth before grinning proudly, clearly unbothered by the predicament he was in.

I mirrored him and tilted my head to the side, “You don’t seem to understand, so I’ll repeat it one last time.” I crouched in front of him and gripped his chin to tilt his head my way. His cheek had reddened from my slap, and I knew it was sensitive from his little wince when I brushed my thumb over it. “See, you are too soft. I’ll treat you just how you like it, untie me and-“ I interrupted him by prying his mouth open, grabbing his jaw with force. When he tried to close his mouth, I pressed my knee against his cock and used my thumb to keep his lips parted. “Maybe you need me to be more clear.” What followed happened so fast I barely had time to think. Atsumu bit my thumb, defying each of my actions, my hand flew to his other cheek, slapping him hard before gripping his chin again. He was too stunned, and aroused, to say anything when I forced his mouth open again and spat in it.

“You keep that in, and you don’t swallow. That’ll make you keep your mouth shut. Nod if you understood.” Crossing my arms across my chest, I waited for his answer. When he leaned over just slightly, I was ready to hear him talk back again; while he did speak, the words that left his mouth made me smile wickedly. “That’s not nearly enough, I can take so much more babe, come on.” He said, sticking his tongue out and opening his mouth. The white spit stood out on his pretty red tongue, I wanted to fuck him just for giving me that very sight. His toothy grin made everything a lot more arousing, as much as I complained about his cockiness he was surely entertaining me.

Chuckling lowly, I brushed his hair back and tilted his hair back gently. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried hard not to swallow my spit. “Oh, so you’re being good now?” His grin widened upon hearing my words, “Just trying to get what’s rightfully mine, ya know? If I’m not gonna have that spit on my cock, may as well have it in my mouth.” I was taken aback by his words, even if it was not articulate with how little he could use his tongue, I had understood, and it made my body heat up. Keeping my composure, I hummed inquisitively and tilted his head just a little bit more to spit once again inside his mouth. I did not miss the way he closed his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose. How I loved seeing him displayed as such, I wanted to hear more of him, to see him writhe under my touch, moaning, whining, sobbing. I knew he would look good with tears streaming down his cheeks, begging for release.

There was no helping my hands from pulling his boxers down and pulling them off his legs before sitting back on his lap. It brought his attention back to me and with a smirk, I gripped his cock tight and started jerking him off slowly. He instantly struggled against the handcuffs and tried to thrust inside my hand; when he did so, I let go. He threw me a glare, his brows furrowed. “Stay put, and I’ll get you what you want. Whine for me and I’ll continue, I can’t have you speak when you’re being so good by keeping my spit in your…” I brushed my thumb over his lips, “Pretty mouth, hm?” His chest was rising quickly. As I gave his body a long look, I could see his fists were tightly closed, almost turning his knuckles white. So he is that annoyed? No, that’s not it. He is on edge, he wants to be touched, he needs to be touched…

Hearing a low whine, I looked at him and pecked his lips tenderly before resuming, all while whispering, “It’s a shame you’re being so shy, I’m sure Kou would love to hear your melodious moans.” He shook his head, but the way his eyes stared into mine daringly only fueled my urge to make him beg wantonly, to cry for release, to be the whore he had been keen on being while I was on call. With more skills, I kicked up the pace of my hand around his dick. I had seen him jerk off a few times, I had seen what he liked, I was also very aware of the face he would make when he was close so without ever stopping my motions, I leaned over. “You are holding back so much for a slut that was desperate to be heard only moments ago,” I ran my tongue over his neck, kissing him with an open mouth all over until I reached his jaw, right under his ear.

“Coy does not suit you, I like you better shameless.” As I said that, I sped up again all while running my free hand over his chest, my thumb playing with one of his nipples. A throaty cry was heard, but did not leave his mouth as his head rolled back; I stopped him right on the edge. He tried to thrust his hips inside my hand only to find it sitting on his thigh. “The longer this goes on, the more I like the idea of never making you cum. Thoughts?” His eyes widened; panic was written all over his face. When he tried to lean forward, his brows knitted worriedly; I pushed him back and covered his mouth in case he considered talking. “Shush, shh, I’m sure you can hold back one more.” As I said so, I grabbed the toy again and placed it right on his tip, “Look at me, hey, look at me,” I kept the toy on his cock and lifted his face with my free hand.

His face was reddening, his body was burning and sweating, he was reaching his limit. I saw the way he closed his eyes in bliss when I caressed his cheek and held him right there, fuck did he look good. “Open your eyes, focus and don’t hold back your pretty moans, Tsumu.” His pleading eyes looked straight into mine, wordlessly begging me not to do this; he shook his head, letting out little grunts. I only smiled in return at first. I then leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks tenderly, seeing the reddening from the slaps of earlier; with my mouth still against his skin, I slid my free hand to his and threaded my fingers with his. “Squeeze my hand if your color is green-“ I did not have time to tell the two other options that he squeezed it tight, his gaze turning away from me, flustered. Humming proudly, I trailed my tongue from his cheek to his ear, stopping there to breathe, “Looking very submissive, Miya.”

His sole response was to try to thrust my way, to bring my attention back to his needy cock. That’s exactly what I did. I brought the vibrator back to his tip and turned it on to the second speed; almost instantly, Atsumu started writhing under me. Balancing myself, I pushed his hips back to hold him down and moved the toy around his tip. His whines were quick to turn into sobs. The sight he offered made my core throb, his head was tilted back against the bed, his throat on display, constricted when he tried to hold back his moans. His entire body was tense, I had a hard time holding him down, but I knew I only needed to last a bit more until he was close. “Fuck, if you could see yourself. I’m sure you can hear yourself already, can’t you Miya?” I huffed a laugh, bringing the toy down his length and to his balls. His mouth ripped open to let out a cry of pleasure, tears running down his face. “Oh yes, anyone can hear you,” I hummed, trailing my hand to his chest then to his neck to grip it slightly. “But you like it, being the center of attention. Hm?”

He was too far gone to reply in any shape or form. “But that’s not when you thrive, no, you’re entitled to that attention,” The most obscene moans were escaping his lips; with his head tilted back, he couldn’t spit out my saliva, but I feared he would choke on it, so I tilted his head forward and covered his mouth, “Being ignored, that turns you on. You deserve things, fuck you do.” I said breathlessly, speeding up the pace of the toy as I brought it back to his tip, “But not being given what you want turns you into such a needy, greedy bitch.” He nodded desperately, tears adorning his shameless features like the smallest of diamonds. His eyes widened, his cries muffled behind my hand, he was so close to release.

I turned off the toy and quickly stepped away from him, seeing his form quiver in frustration and almost release. “That’s three times,” I stated with a smirk, “But I’m sure you know that; the frustration on your face speaks for itself. It’s funny.” I scoffed and kicked Atsumu’s legs open before moving to the desk and bringing the chair in the space between them. I then sat down on it, he was at the perfect height for me to make good use of his mouth.

Tilting his head up to look at me, I nodded at him, “Open wide.” He did as ordered; he hadn’t swallowed the saliva yet which filled me with pride and arousal. “Such a good boy, swallow,” With a gesture of my head, I added, “I’m sure you have a lot to say-“ “You can’t do that, please, babe!” He said, seconds after having swallowed. His voice was still wavering in need and desperation; even if I had pushed his hair back, a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat. I couldn't care less what he was saying, I was too focused on how exquisite he looked with those tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can do that. I’m doing it, aren’t I?” I asked with a smug smile.

His voice was so low I had to read his lips, “Babe” was what he had said, he was pleading, he could not hold on any longer. “No.” I simply stated, I was fully aware of the effect it would have on him, being told no was not something he was fond of. His attitude changed suddenly, turning from pleading to a false confidence, after all—how composed could he be with drying tears on his beautiful skin? “I’ve played along until now, you should untie me now,” He really tried to sound alright, to hide that merely seconds ago he was begging for this to stop. There was no holding back the smile from adorning my features, “Give up control already, it does not suit you. We both know you look better spread out screaming my name,” He looked at me with a sultry look, it definitely had an effect on me. My cheeks warmed up, but I was not in the mindset to let him take control, I liked being in this very position of power. “Begging for release with my head between your legs-“

I interrupted him by laughing in his face and leaning back on the chair a moment before meeting his gaze again. Oh, his ego was hurt and from his reddening cheeks he liked it. “If you wanted to eat me out you could have just asked, here,” Still looking at him, I pulled down my panties and let it drop on his hard cock. I made sure it did not fall off then slipped off one of my shoes to press my foot against his dick, “Have at it, prove to me you deserve to cum.” He gritted his teeth at my words and the pressure on his dick, his arms moving uselessly against the restraints as I moved in a good position for him to lean over. “No.” He said with a bratty smile as he rested his head against the mattress while giving me a taunting look. Chuckling again, I reached for his face and caressed his cheek gently, slowly sliding my hand to the back of his head before gripping his hair tightly and making him look at me. “I think I should edge you a bit longer, you’re not docile enough.” I said as I pushed my foot onto his cock more.

Oh, the delicate sound that left his throat, the neediness dripping from his voice, the obscenity of it all when a moan ripped from his throat from being treated like filth. His chest started rising quickly, I could feel him thrusting his dick against my foot, aching for any sort of friction, yearning to be touched like—“Such a whore, how fucking pitiful you look like that, Miya.” I whispered against his lips before kissing them hungrily, moving my foot against his cock as I did so. It made him moan into the kiss, his thrusts becoming more erratic once again. “A stubborn, pitiful whore that never listens.” I breathed, breaking the kiss leaving us both breathless, him a bit more than I was. He whimpered when the kiss broke, his mouth open and inviting. With a quick tug of his hair, another moan echoed, I let go of his cock and made him sob quietly.

He was breathing heavily through his mouth, trying to calm his tears as I kept his head back a moment. “Was it foolish or cocky to think you could get off without me realizing it? I’ll have to think about that,” I pondered out loud. Bringing his face back to look at me, I smirked, “Actually! You know what could help me clear my mind?” He shook his head tiredly, face more puffy from the tears. Fuck did I like him like that, silent, slutty and submissive. With another purposely threatening smile, I tilted my head to the side before bringing his head between my legs, he understood the assignment pretty quickly and started lapping at my sex hungrily. I laughed soundlessly at the feeling of his muscle between my folds and gripped his hair tighter, the vibration of his moans sending shivers coursing through my body.

And as good as it felt, I wanted to tease him, to push him, to break him. “Have you started already?” I asked, uninterested. He looked up and tried to pull back, but I held him right there, never looking away from him. “Don’t be mad like that, try harder. I’m sure you can do it.” With an annoyed grunt he did just that and started sucking on my clit, lewd sounds echoing in the room along his heavy breathing through his nose. I held back my moans the best I could and instead laughed through it, “I knew you would make good use of that tongue-“ I paused feeling myself smile in pleasure at how good he was then continued, as composed as I could, “Have I told you how good you looked tied up?” Another long lick between my folds, he was not stopping, he was definitely skilled with his tongue but there was no way I would tell him that. “And that gag, fuck does it look good on your mouth.” I breathed, brushing his hair back, meaning my pussy.

His face flushed a darker colour, the praises were getting to him a different way the insults were, but they were getting to him, nonetheless. Lapping enthusiastically, he sped up the pace and focused solely on my clitoris. It was getting hard to keep the moans in, when I felt myself tense I tried to pull his head away, but he only chuckled and with the sheer strength of his neck, stayed put. My grip on his hair was not loosening, but the closer I was getting the less I had the strength to pull him back. Full moans escaped my throat as I let my head fall back, “Fuck—Miya you—bastard.” I repeated it over and over until the last word that left my mouth was said in a high-pitched tone and I felt a wave of pleasure roll from my shoulders to my aching core. The knot that had formed in my lower stomach snapped and I heard Atsumu laugh as he pulled back and licked his lips.

“Lost control there, chief?” “Hard to put you back in your place when you moan each time I pull on your leash, dog.” I replied. His face lit up, curious but he quickly switched it to something more smug. “If I’m a dog, you’re a cat in heat with the way you were mewling my name, babe.” I was quick to push him away and slipped back my heels before pushing him more against the bed with my foot as I stood up. For a man that had been denied an orgasm four times, he still held himself with too much pride, arrogance rolling off his shoulders. I made sure to press the back of my shoe more than the tip, the pointy heel digging against his sternum painfully. “It’s your turn to bark then.”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Atsumu grinned, “I’m a stray dog, I don’t have to listen-“ I cut him off by leaning over and wrapping my hand tight around his neck, “You’re collared now. You’re mine, bark.” A whine first left his stupid mouth, he then croaked, “Harder.” I did, I choked him harder, smiling sadistically at his pornographic state, how fucking desperate he looked with his cock leaking from being teased so hard. And yet he was asking for more. Brushing my lips against his ear, I scoffed, “Bark now.” And he did. A weak bark, only loud enough for me to hear but it was just enough for me. And it was enough for him too, how humiliating it must have been and how aroused he had gotten from that.

Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and brushing his hair out of the way once more, I sighed “Good boy.” “I’m not doing that again, it's just because I wanna cum, okay? I didn’t like it-“ Cutting him off, I said, “Do you hear something?” And threw him a glance before smirking, “I’ve always wanted my pets to talk, it’s a shame I still can’t understand them.” With that, I pushed the chair aside and crouched to grab the riding crop from the ground and started trailing it on the length of his leg, very slowly. His eyes were set on it, following each of the movements, hoping I’d trail it to his needy cock. Which I would not. Instead, I grazed it around the base of his cock, never giving him the satisfaction of friction against it, “It’s truly fascinating, how the human body works-“ “Shut up and fuck me, I don’t care-“ a hard hit on his chest was enough to shut him up for the moment.

Giving him a look that dared him to go on, I waited before resuming. “Or perhaps is it the mind? Who’s the guilty one between-“ “Babe, on fucking god, I don’t care-“ two more strikes on his chest, harder this time. It left him grinning in pure euphoria, he stared at me playfully, daringly too. He was simply waiting for more opportunities to talk and get struck. I continued trailing the leather tip of the riding crop onto his chest then to his arms, “Just because you think you can take it does not mean your body can, boy.” I gritted through my teeth, delicately trailing the item to his hand and asking sternly, “Color.” He breathed green then added, “You should hit me more, I kinda feel like going red.” I raised a brow and he looked down at his chest, “I think the color looks good on me.”

Understanding what he meant I hummed, “Give me a number.” “I don’t know, 13?” without giving him any warning, I hit him once, “Count with me, if you don’t cum by the time I’m done, I’ll fuck you.” With that he arched his back, begging physically for more. He would moan the number eagerly, sometimes trying to get me to hit certain parts, but I avoided them on purpose, telling him he was not in charge right now. Seeing how much he was enjoying it, I upped the difficulty and grazed the leather on the tip of his cock, “How many hits are there left?” I asked with a smile.

Atsumu had to take a deep breath, trying to get himself under control as he breathed tiredly, “Four.” He regretted it instantly when he looked down and saw me twirl the riding crop around his tip. “Hold on tight—well, it’s not like you could move anyway.” I laughed before flicking the riding crop on his cock, a more desperate throaty moan left his lips. It was beautiful to hear, but not as beautiful as hearing him whimper “Ten” through the pain and pleasure he felt. “Good, I would have added to it if you had lost count.” He sobbed, shaking his head for me not to do so. Huffing a laugh, I tutted him in a calming manner, “Of course not, you’re being so good. I’m not mean,” With that I hit his throbbing cock once more, making him cry out in need. It was surprising he had not forgotten to count; his mind was clear enough to remember that. “I simply give you what you deserve for being such a brat, right?” I cooed. With the back of his head resting on the bed behind him, I could not see his face, so I gripped his chin and made him look at me.

“Right? Say it.” With his head only straight thanks to my hand, he looked at me with a half-lidded gaze, “Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it.” He slurred, dazed and exhausted. “Tell me you’re a brat-“ “You’re a brat” He grinned, proud of what he had done. I was not, I hit his dick harder, precum leaking from it, clearly aching for release. Hearing him so sinful, so lewd, made me want to fuck him on the spot, but I held back. “Twelve”

Changing technique, I gripped his cock tight and very slowly started jerking him off, “Let’s try this again. I am a brat-“ say it, was supposed to follow but the man interrupted me, “I’m glad you’re admitting it babe, now come on my lap and fuck me.” It was funny, I did like his banter, but fuck was he exhausting, keeping the attitude through and through. Trying to hide my smile, I looked down and hummed as I lowered my head, “I wonder how long you’ll hold out if I start sucking you off, 20? 30 seconds?” I asked rhetorically, grazing my tongue on his reddening tip. Seeing him tense again only made me want to tease him more; as he thrust his hips to meet my mouth, I leaned back and hit his cock harder than before. “Fuck! Thirteen—please, please, I didn’t cum, please-“

Tilting his head with force to look at me, I sat onto his lap and kissed him softly, “You didn’t, that’s true. Do you think you deserve to cum?” I asked him. While he looked at me in shock, I leaned over and let my hand wander behind him to slide the box from under the bed and pull out a condom package from it. “I do, I fucking do, I let you have your fun alright?” Shushing him by placing my index finger on his mouth, I used a condescending tone and said, “You didn’t let me do shit. You submitted the moment you slutted yourself out on that fucking bed.” Bringing the package in front of him, I ripped it open and dangled the lubed condom in front of him. He started whispering under his breath to just slide it on and ride him, so I took my time as I did so. All the while, I said, “I’m sure you’ll remember not to bother me next time. Hm?” I looked up, waiting for a “yes”. He simply nodded quickly.

“You lie too easily. We both know a whore like you doesn’t consider this a punishment, but a treat.” I huffed, wrapping my hands around his cock to place the condom perfectly well. “We don’t want it to come off, do we?” “Babe, stop teasing, I’m so fucking close please…”

Giving him a doe-like look, I pursed my lips, “I still have to prepare myself; you can’t think your tongue was enough to do the trick?” I knew he wouldn’t answer, he wasn’t fully there. But I had to make sure he was still up for it. Cradling his face in my hands, I pecked his lips tenderly, “How are we feeling?” He kissed me back lovingly, albeit lacking energy. “Green and horny.” “Alright, bear with it a bit longer.” I winked. Seeing him in such a state made me cave in first. I would not admit that the reason why I lowered myself onto his cock without much preparation was because I wanted to see the effect it had on him. I knew he would not hold on any longer and feeling how tight I was around him did the trick. A bit too well. After rolling my hips against him only a few times, I heard him cry out. He shut his mouth instantly to muffle it, but I had heard it loud and clear, he had been stimulated so much that it had been enough to make him cum.

“That was fast.” I stated, pausing my action and trailing up kisses on his chest, delicately caressing the reddening spots on his skin. “You promised so much, and I am feeling greedy.” His eyes blew open, his chest suddenly rising faster than it was before. Giving him a teasing smile, I grabbed the vibrator on the side and placed it right against my clit, it was touching the base of his cock too. He quickly understood what was going on. “I can’t—I’m done, I can’t-“ “You’re done? Sweetheart, I’m not.” Approaching his face, I grinned, “Color.” When he replied green, I turned on the vibrator at the lowest speed, my walls clenching around his dick only moments after. I resumed the rolls of my hips and used one of my hands on his stomach for balance. Our moans basked the room, but his whimpers were all I could hear. I couldn’t hear myself, just him swearing under his breath along the rattle of the metallic handcuffs against the bed. “Babe, I’m—the thing please, it’s too much.” He whined.

Glancing at him, I fastened my thrusts on his cock, seeing his tears running down his cheeks. Fuck does he look good like that, “I like you like that, whored out.” I laughed, suddenly moving my hand from his stomach to his shoulder when I felt his dick graze the spot inside me. “Fuck that’s it, you’re a lot better when you’re not doing anything Miya.” I gritted through my teeth. His head bumped mine lazily, I could see the way his face was contorted in pleasure and pain. “I’m gonna cum, stop it please.” He sobbed, his mouth opened as salacious sounds escaped it. “Earlier you were begging for release, now you don’t want it? That’s a bit confusing, I think I’ll have you cum again.” I grinned manically as I increased the speed of the vibrator and moved it to his balls, it worked like a charm. His legs trembled under my form, his shoulders tensing again as his head rolled back and he cried out in pleasure.

“Good job, fuck you look so good right now.” I panted, leaning over to kiss him hungrily. I felt him smile against my lips as he returned it with a bit less enthusiasm. “One more.” I uttered against his lips. Never stopping my hips, I brought the toy back to my clit and ran my free hand against his chest, making sure to claw it. I could feel myself getting so close from hitting the perfect spot as I lifted myself up and down onto his cock with the balance of my knees. It started to hurt, and my fingers were slowly going numb from the vibrations, but when I felt a wave of pleasure travel my body I brought my free hand to my mouth and had to focus not to stop moving. “Don’t cover babe, lemme hear.” Atsumu pleaded. Looking at him, I did just that and let out a desperate cry when I clenched around his cock and felt all the tension in my body leave suddenly.

Out of breath, I let myself fall back onto his thighs, all the energy gone from my body. Getting off his cock, I saw how hard it had gotten again, how close he was to another orgasm. “I still need that one.” I whispered as I brought the vibrator to the tip of his cock. He was now openly crying, his cock responding more than his mind. I toyed with him until I saw his cock literally throb, a mix of a cry and loud sigh leaving Atsumu’s mouth. It was all I needed to know he had come a third time. Taking the condom off his cock, I tied it and threw it in the thrash nearby.

He looked so beautiful, fucked out, silent, his eyes wet from tears and his throat dry from moaning so much. If only I could take a picture of him at this very instant…

Seeing how tired he was, I tossed the toy aside and crawled next to Atsumu before kneeling right there. “You did good, you did so good.” I praised him as I cradled his face before kissing him tenderly, my hands brushing his hair out of the way before caressing his cheeks. “I’ll untie you, are you good? Wait,” Leaving a kiss on his forehead, I stood up quickly, maybe I wobbled but it wasn’t enough to make me stumble. I made sure to make a detour by the computer to close the laptop, then I pulled the sheets from the bed and brought them to the ground where Atsumu was sitting, alongside a pillow.

I placed the pillow next to him and dropped the sheets on his legs and unclasped the first handcuffs, “Shit your wrist is red,” I mumbled, dropping his hand as I undid the other before holding both and taking a good look. “Respectfully, that’s why you shouldn’t have struggled against your restraints.” I huffed a laugh, looking at him, worried he had either fallen asleep or was in too much pain to do anything. It was neither, his eyes were focused on all my actions as a smug smile adorned his features again. I ignored him at first as I stood up and slipped on a pair of pants and rushed to the bathroom to bring some ointment and a glass of water. Once I came back, I saw him barely standing by the bed, pillow in hand. “Atsumu, you shouldn’t be moving-“ “I’m fine, just wanted the bed instead of the ground.”

Rolling my eyes, I helped him back in bed and brought him the sheets again before sitting on the bed next to him. “Give me your hands.” He did so, but not without teasingly saying, “You won’t tie them this time?”

Huffing a laugh, I shook my head, “Clearly not with those handcuffs again, look at your wrists.” I said as I spurted some ointment on my hands and started spreading it onto his red wrists. He laughed a bit and shrugged, “Well, not gonna lie, I was pulling hard against those handcuffs. It might be the reason why—and you know what? In my defense, I thought they would break.” It made sense to him when he said it, but I looked at him with a deadpan expression as I let go of his hands and handed him the glass of water.

“Atsumu, they’re made of metal? Attached to a bed. None of those would break.” I stated before looking at his chest and wincing at the sight. I did go hard there. Atsumu seemed to have seen my reaction. I thought he would complain, but instead he chugged his glass of water to then fumble around the bed; once he had what he wanted he handed it to me, his phone. “That’s so hot, can you take a pic for me?” Taking his phone hesitantly, I chuckled nervously and nodded before doing as he asked.

“Ya know, I’m glad you didn’t break character. It was super hot, but now I kinda wanna do the same to you, you know?” He pondered out loud as I spread the ointment on his torso and stomach, gently doing so to not hurt him too much. Once I was done, I moved to his face and treated his red cheeks, “You asked for it, I did not. You’re the one who started touching yourself while I was on call.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, but I really wanted to fuck you. You can’t blame me.” He grinned, his beautiful eyes focused on mine. Looking him dead in the eyes, I tried to frown but couldn’t help the stupid smile on my lips. “You can’t always use that as an excuse.”

“But you’re hot, babe. My dick did all the thinking.” He pleaded, wrapping his arms around my form, wincing in the process. Shaking my head, I crossed my elbows on his chest and looked at him from a weird angle. “Well, I hope Kou liked the show. I was not joking when I said he could hear you.”

His cheeks flushed red. “That—yeah, that. I don’t know, I think it’s super hot but I also feel like… payback is due, you know?” He trailed off, trying to find the words. Then, as if he had had an enlightenment, he clasped his hands on my cheeks, “Yes! I think we should invite Bokkun next time. He heard me enough, but I think he should hear you moan my name next time. Thoughts?” He hummed, mumbling it would be so hot, it would show I’m his.

“I think that’s to be discussed, but I’m not saying no.” I told him with a forming smile. It made his mood rocket, and he was quick to grab his phone, which I took from his hand and threw aside.

“That’s for later, first you eat something. And you rest, because you can barely stand and you’re only that energetic because…” I frowned, confused, “I really don’t know where you found that energy, but I’ll bring you food and we’ll relax a bit.”

He looked at me beaming. “What is it?” I asked, pushing his face away. He then grabbed my hand and kissed it gently before running his tongue on my fingers. I made a disgusted face but didn’t pull back, “You’re cute like that. All caring and stuff, I like it.” That made me pull my hand away and stand up, face flaming.

“Shut up and sleep, I’ll bring you food.” I said rapidly before walking away.

“But babe I just ate you out, I’m so full-“ Atsumu called out playfully.

“On god, I will choke you non-sexually if you don’t shut up.” I replied before slamming the door.

Now away from his arrogant face, I thought he was cute too, not that he was going to know right now. His suggestion was interesting, but I wondered how he would take the competition with Koutarou being in bed with us… Thinking about it, I thought it was going to be fun.

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lee-aveyourmark · 4 years ago

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excerpts of a mingyu work.

playlist:

> ‘sunkissed’ by khai dreams > ‘nervous’ by shawn mendes > ‘like me’ by pH-1 > ‘you’re the reason why i love’ by redpestbeats

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“Heads up!”

The words are shouted all too late as a football makes contact with your head, leaving you momentarily shaken as your vision flashes white. You stop in your tracks, hands immediately dropping the stack of notebooks and loose-leaf papers and flying up to clutch at the zone of impact. A wince forms on your face as you will yourself not to cry, fingers digging at your scalp.

“Shit, I’m so so sorry.”

The voice is laced with worry as a larger, sweatier pair of hands cover yours. Looking up, you make eye contact with a tall muscular boy adorned in sweaty football gear. His eyebrows are furrowed and is biting his lower lip in nervousness at your state of distress: injured in a messy sea of probably very important papers. The athlete quickly lets go of your head to bend down and pick up the excerpts of research papers you had printed out for your new assignment, apologising profusely all the while.

“I really am sorry, I didn’t think it would hit you that hard. Or on the head for that matter.”

You blink, trying to smooth your unkempt hair.

“Wait, what?”

The tree of a male stands back up and hands back your papers that he recollected into a neat pile with both hands and bashful eyes that are unwilling to linger on yours for too long.

“You...hit me on purpose?”

He scratches the back of his head, now definitely too afraid to look at you.

“Um, yeah...I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you though!”

You fold your arms across your chest, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment.

“Then what exactly were you trying to do?”

He takes a deep breath before lifting his head up, sticking out a hand.

“I’m Mingyu. Kim Mingyu. Arts major. Star of the college football team.”

- - -

The next time you bump into the attacking midfielder, he’s still a little sweaty. Only now, it’s just his hands that are perspiring out of anticipation.

You’re relaxing on the couch when he catches sight of you: hair splayed out on the back pillows, hands resting comfortably on top of your stomach and eyes tracing the imaginary lines of your apartment ceiling. Mingyu takes a moment to quietly appreciate the lilac of your sundress, the glow of your collarbones and cheekbones in the dim lighting of your apartment and the pink peach painted upon your lips.

His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him after he calls out your name, the Arts student quickly feeling himself blush under your gaze and perspire even more in his subsequent efforts to look presentable. He doesn’t think he could feel any warmer than at that very moment, holding himself back from reaching up to wipe possible beads of sweat forming on his forehead, until he hears his name escape from your lips.

“Mingyu.”

Your tone is soft, albeit surprised - so soft that he’s certain his heart is melting inside its chest. Mingyu wants nothing more than to run out of your apartment screaming in joy at how adorable every part of you is, arriving at his own dorm before violently shaking Seungcheol by the shoulders and furiously - but very gently, rubbing noses with his older friend’s blue British shorthair kitten Mia. Oh, and he definitely has to thank Seokmin profusely for inviting him to the party with his treat to barbecue at the grill house doted by college students placed on a week-long waiting list.

That fantasy will just have to wait until he finishes this conversation with you.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

That is, if he even manages to make it out alive.

- - -

Warm. That’s the only thing your mind can comprehend when he’s around you. Every detail of him, from his golden skin to his saccharine smooth talk, sends heat coursing throughout your body. The scene is so new yet so familiar: Mingyu dressed in charcoal slacks and a Prussian blue short-sleeve button up sitting opposite of you at a small round table for two in a cozy Italian restaurant nearby campus, delicately sipping on a glass of cheap, bright red wine with one hand and softly holding yours with the other.

You hang onto his every word as he admires the mellow spring breeze and the bright starry night sky, stopping yourself from telling him how you think that they couldn’t compare to his wide and curious eyes. However, the glint in his eyes as he shifts his gaze back to you from the restaurant balcony that is fenced by chipping wood coated in a messy layer of white paint tells you that he’s already picked up on your thoughts. Embarrassment rises to your cheeks as you look down at your bowl and continue to eat your pasta, being careful to not let the sauce smear to prevent the dream of Mingyu touching your lips being fulfilled.

Although, when Mingyu tries his best to not whine about you not giving him a chance to be romantic while walking back to your dorm but ends his complaint with a pout and the swinging of his arms, you stutter to him out of sheer amazement at his brazenness that you’ll try to be more open next time. Excitement lights up Mingyu’s face at the thought of going on another date with you, prompting him to hold you firmly by the shoulders and swoop in for a kiss on your temple. His uncontrollable giggles afterwards is like music to your ears, and you wish you didn’t reciprocate the gesture of affection so quickly that you might’ve been able to listen to his audible enjoyment just a little longer. But his agape jaw and clasping of his left cheek with both hands is more than gratifying enough.

He scoffs with a roll of his eyes, tongue poking his cheek, and your heart stops.

“Wow, I really I can’t believe that I like you this much.”

- - -

One of your many other meet-ups with Mingyu later is at one of his football training sessions. His face is gleaming and his team jersey is clinging to his defined body like a second skin, the neon green of his bib fluttering against the wind as he dribbles the ball with ease across the vast green field. You’re waiting on the benches, watching him finish up the last of his practice. The mock match ends with campus heartthrob Jeonghan kicking the final goal before shooting finger guns and winks at a group of girls seated at the adjacent section, the shrill blowing of the whistle bringing some players to collapse onto the soft grass beneath in relief. You rise to your feet and send a few claps the team’s way in acknowledgement of their hard work, eyes immediately locking with Mingyu’s at your show of support.

Despite the strenuous exercise, you still manage to pick on up his cologne - the same one at the party and during dinner, when he runs over and greets you with a kiss on your cheek that lingers. His action brings on a cacophony of cheers from his teammates, the captain Seungcheol patting him on the back with a dimply smile while jogging by.

“Let me get washed up, and then we can go to that new dog cafe on the corner.” The suggestion is mumbled in a smile against the warmth of your cheek, ending with another kiss before Mingyu pulls away and rushes off to take the quickest shower of his life.

As the two of you walk in the spring breeze, you can’t help but think that the world is on your side when watching the cherry blossoms fall. The feeling of his calloused hand tightly holding yours and his attempts to close as much distance between as possible by pressing his side to yours brings butterflies to your stomach, the nervousness and excitement persisting whenever you’re with Mingyu.

And when he leans in to plant a sweet kiss on your cheek just before taking a picture of you two crouched on the floor of a dog cafe cuddling a lovable Samoyed smothering kisses on your other cheek, you hope that the butterflies never leave.

- - -

“I think Wonwoo likes you.”

Your head snaps up from your notebook towards your study partner with wide eyes, your pen stopping its writing mid-word.

“Wonwoo? My Wonwoo?”

Mingyu doesn’t reply, just stares at you with an unknown expression clouding his face.

“Come on Mingyu, if you’re jealous, you can just tell me. And besides, you know that there isn’t anything between us.” You laugh, refocusing on your notes with a light shake of your head.

“That’s want I want to believe as well, but I don’t think that’s true. I think he does have feelings for you.”

Mingyu thinks back to all those times he’s seen you with your best friend, the way that Wonwoo looked at you, his eyes all too similar to how his own shone when catching sight of you. He thinks of Wonwoo, the best friend who doesn’t bat an eyelash when insulting any person on earth but doesn’t make a single judgmental comment about you, even when you do need the discipline. Wonwoo, who tries so hard to be physically and intimately close to you as possible without being rejected, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder during lectures and sharing his drink without a second thought. Wonwoo, who Mingyu has made attempts to befriend, but can never find himself to be successful at doing so for vague reasons. Vague reasons that he now has come to understand.

You notice Mingyu being caught up in a trance, thoughts plaguing his mind as he chews on his bottom lip. With a stroke of his cheek and a mention of his name, you bring him back.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How do you feel?”

He breaks gaze with you to look at the chipping of the table, the chewing of his lip highlighting the distress that whirls inside his mind.

“I...I don’t know. I want you. But, I don’t want to take you away from your best friend.”

- - -

You see him everywhere.

Running across the football pitch, hanging out with Seungcheol and Jeonghan at the campus cafe, in deep conversation with Minghao at the library. You don’t look for very long, afraid of what might happen if he caught you staring, but your memory captures his figure quite vividly. His slowly growing fringe covering his eyes that still manage to shine through, his golden cheeks that radiate the early sunset glow, his lips that trapped between his teeth when he stumbles across an obstacle. The details appear in your dreams.

Your subconscious thinks back to how you used to run your fingers through his hair, sweeping that fringe back so that you could gaze into his loving eyes better, how you used to place lip gloss stained marks on those cheeks which would shine on summer nights as he smiled in contentment, how you used to catch his bottom lip between your teeth on a slow Friday night. Even when you close your eyes, you still remember the darkness of his hair and the tan of skin as clear as day.

But as you continue to walk past the football team in practice, as you decide to hang out with Seokmin at a cafe off campus, as you choose to move your Thursday study session to your dorm, the fear of forgetting such beauties grows within.

Slugging back to the dorm after a long day of classes and grueling part-time work, the cycle continues as you toss your bag to one side of the couch and meet Seokmin’s arms at the other where he places slow, comforting pats on your head and back.

“Mingyu, huh?”

- - -

The coolness of the window does little to alleviate the blazing heat flaming your entire body as the taxi drives you to the campus dorms. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to relax yourself against the oddly slippery seat of the car, your mind drifting to the events which occurred just before.

“Fuck, I can’t give you the love you want from me. You know I can’t.”

You stare at the blue ocean breeze candle decorating the console table in the entrance of your dorm, it’s flickering flame barely illuminating the eyebags sunken into both yours and Wonwoo’s faces.

Your best friend doesn’t respond, instead he just fixes his gaze on the same light.

You wish he would say something. Anything. Anything to help let you know where his mind is right now, because you’ve grown weary of trying to read Wonwoo over the past few weeks. You can’t seem to understand Wonwoo anymore, especially when he refrains from sharing his feelings with you.

The thought of the change in your relationship with him brings tears to slip out, streaming down your cheeks. Your hands quickly lift to wipe away the hot streams, nose sniffling from what you wish was the cold of winter season.

Wonwoo doesn’t move. Just stares. His fingers tremble slightly, and his eyes glisten, but he doesn’t reach out towards you.

So you take a deep breath.

“You should go back to Hayoung. She’s probably waiting for you.”

Wonwoo clenches his jaw, then unhinges. Closes his eyes, then opens them. Takes a slow breath. In and out.

Seokmin comes around the corner, the couple of drinks in his system bringing rose to tint his caramel visage. He catches you slipping on your shoes and putting on your coat, and moves forward past Wonwoo to wraps his arms around you.

“Where are you going?” His question is muffled into your neck.

You return the auburn-haired boy’s hug, planting a firm kiss on his cheek before stepping back to take hold of his hands.

“I’ll be back, okay? Don’t wait up. And make sure that Woozi eats something, he can’t drink on a handful of Flamin Hot Cheetos.”

Seokmin nods with a pout, embracing you tightly once more. Walking back to the party in the living room, he stops to give a consoling pat on Wonwoo’s shoulder then continues on towards the said Music major reaching for his fourth shot of soju for the night.

You clear your throat, partially due to the lack of liquid consumed in the past half hour, and also in attempt to rid the fear lurking in the pit of your stomach. With your eyes trained on the floorboards beneath, you step closer to Wonwoo and reach out to grab his forearm.

With another clear of your throat, you look up at him. Tears gloss over his eyes, threatening to spill, but never falling. You see the miniscule quiver of his chin, a sight only beheld when being at such a proximity; a sight that you don’t think you will really ever be able to see again in all its vulnerability.

“Goodbye Wonwoo.”

- - -

He looks so out of place, sitting in the small retro diner wearing a grey taupe two-piece and shiny black dress shoes with his hair slicked back accessorised with a pair of tired eyes as he stuffs four fries into his mouth and sighs. You hear parts of the conversation they’re having, mainly of Seungcheol trying to cheer him up by praising him for doing well in the interview, but the arch of his spine renders the older friend’s attempts obsolete.

“Mingyu.”

Your voice is quiet but he catches on, blinking in bewilderment before sighing loudly once more.

“Hyung, I think I’m going-”

“Mingyu.”

You’re moving towards him this time, the sound of your shoes against the tiled floor bringing him to perk his head up and look around the diner with frantic eyes.

His gaze falls on you, and your feet stop its movement.

As he stands up and walks over, you notice that attached to his navy tie is the silver tie clip engraved with the initials kmg that you bought for his birthday, and that as he wraps his arms around your beneath your coat to sweep you off your feet, he still wears the cologne you bought as an accompanying gift.

You also notice, as you bury your head in his neck, that tears are dampening the shoulder of your thin wool coat and his body is shaking with each sob that he racks out.

"Oh, Mingyu.”

Thank you for reading this! I hope you’ve enjoyed it, even though it’s at its bare bones. I don’t think I ever will rewrite this the future to fill in the gaps, so I’ll leave it to your imagination. Thank you again.

Also, stay tuned for the version of this more focused on Wonwoo’s relationship.

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mortqlprojections · 4 years ago

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Draco’s Dream

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

A/N: Hey there! M here :) I hope you guys enjoy, it’s a little something that I’ve worked on for a while. I do not own any properties/characters of the Harry Potter world, all credit goes to J.K. R*wling (censored her name because we don’t accept transphobes here) and obviously, I don’t own you! Have fun and I hope you enjoy my first official (short) one-shot :) I also posted this first on wattpad! (mcuromanoff)

warnings: none!

Song rec(s):

Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

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“Stop being scared, alright? Just follow me,” he said while dragging her towards the back door of the school.

“Draco, it’s pretty late don’t ya think?” She whispers quietly, whilst looking around the halls in order to see if they’ll encounter Mr. Filch and his cat Mrs. Norris.

“Shh just quiet down...you are going to get us caught,” Draco whispers, having a tight grip on her hand as they move discreetly down the halls of Hogwarts. The closer towards the back doors they get, the more halls there are to face. As soon as Draco is about to turn a corner, he turns around as quick as a rabbit and ducks behind a corner, dragging her down to him while blocking her squeal with the palm of his hand. Draco brushes his finger against his lips, as a signal of silence, and nudges his head towards the corridor to reveal Mr. Filch calling out to Mrs. Norris while keeping an eye on the hallways. Once Mr. Filch had turned a corner of the farthest hallway, Draco and [y/n] were on the move again.

Reaching Draco’s goal, they managed to reach the backdoors of the castle. He slowly opens the right door, causing a loud creak to echo around the halls. [Y/n] slaps her forehead, cringing at the loud echo. “Oh, I am the one that’s going to get us caught now?” she mutters sarcastically. “Would you pipe down?” he whispers-shouts while lightly pushing [y/n] out the castle doors and onto the back foyer. He unconsciously takes her hand in his again, causing a warmth to appear on the apple of [y/n]’s cheeks.

Draco leads her to a broomstick that was leaning against the wall. [Y/n] pulls her hand away, walking towards the broomstick, only noticing one. “Draco, why is there only one?”

Draco froze, he walked closer to her and grabbed the broomstick. “Well, I don’t know… It’s whatever, just hop on.” He says as he gets in position to start flying. [Y/n] had a small smirk on her face, “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Just shut up.” He mumbles, causing a sweet laugh to slip past her lips and she takes her place behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, slowly tightening her arms around his torso as he kicks off into the sky on his broom.

The nice wind running through [y/n]’s hair and the glow of the moonlight highlighting her angelic features. Draco looks behind him,a small smile and blush growing on his face while looking at her face of content. [Y/n] looks at draco’s face, causing him to turn his head, a posh smirk appearing on his face while they were getting closer to the quidditch field. The broom slowly starts descending under Draco’s commands.

He landed on the highest row, letting [y/n] to hop off first before sliding off of it and placing it at the bottom of the bench. [Y/n] looks around at her surroundings before meeting Draco’s eyes as he signals her to sit on the bench with him. “Draco, why did you bring me here?” She asks, quickly regretting it as she watches his face of relief dropping to a small frown.

“It’s always been a dream of mine,” he pauses, contemplating if he should tell her or not. [Y/n] takes this pause to observe him. His platinum, messy hair, the slight wrinkle on his forehead due to the furrow of his neat eyebrows, his sculpted bone structure highlighted by the moonlight, and his plump bottom lip in between his teeth. Taking notice of his fidgeting hands, not thinking it through either, she grabbed his hands and intertwined her fingers with his. He directs his stare from the field to his hands and then to [y/n]. Her thumb rubbing soft circles on the back of his hands as she raises her head to meet his stare. [Y/n] nods her head as a signal for him to continue. Draco closes his eyes, inhaling the fresh air around him. He exhales and picks up from where he last left off.

“It’s always been a dream of mine to sit in the back row during a quidditch game...The view is astronomical and you don’t have to worry about getting hit with a bludger. You get to see everything, every little detail. But...but I am not allowed to sit in the back row, I have to sit in the front because of my father’s ridiculous job at the ministry of magic,” His explanation went from pure excitement to distaste. “It always has to be his way,” he looks down.

[Y/n] squeezes his hands in comfort, staying silent, afraid that her words would provoke something. He snaps out of his frustrated daze from the ground and pulls his hands away from her, starting to get up in panic. “I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.. It was stupid. Forget everything that I said. I just needed to share this with you because you’re special!” He blurts out.

Standing up as well, “You think I’m special?” She questions quietly. His eyes meet hers,

“Yes, I do.” Their cheeks start to heat up, a hue of red spreading across. “Uh, I think we should be heading back, we don’t wanna get caught by Filch and, and, maybe McGonagall or Snape are going to take away our house points-” He was cut off when a pair of lips met his own in a soft kiss.

[y/n] pulls away slowly, staring at Draco’s bewildered expression. A small chuckle escapes her mouth, which she covers up with her hand.

“What in the bloody hell was that for [l/n]?!” He exclaims, causing a laugh to escape [y/n]’s lips. “It’s a kiss, you moron...You know when your lips meet someone else's lips. Especially if you like them-”

“For Merlin’s sake, I know what a kiss is [y/n],” He scoffs. She gives him a minute to process what she said. “Wait a damn minute-”

“We should be heading back,” cutting him off once again, heading towards the broom that was placed a few feet away from them.

“You said you like me!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Even if I did, what’s wrong with that, Malfoy?”

“Nothing,” He stays quiet again. “Well?” She questions, crossing her arms. He stands there, thinking out his next move as if he were in a chess game.

“Let’s just go Malfoy, it’s late,” She states, looking down in slight embarrassment.

Draco swallows his remarks, builds up his courage, and marches right towards her. “Malfoy?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh ok-” He cups her face and crashes his lips against hers in a strong kiss. [Y/n] grips his wrists as he controls the pace, tilting her head to get a deeper grasp. After a few moments, Draco pulls away, caressing the apple of her cheeks. “I fancy you as well.”

She lets out a small chuckle, “Getting fancy here, aren’t we Malfoy?”

“Oh shut it.”

“Why? I’m sorry that I’m not too posh for you,” She jokes.

“Oh my God,” and the bickering emerges.

A few minutes pass by and they quiet down..”Will you be my girlfriend?” Draco announces.

“Was that a demand or a question, Malfoy?”

“Merlin, [y/n]! It’s a yes or no question!”

“Aw, don’t fret Malfoy, your father won’t need to hear about this.”

“I- wow,” Malfoy states as they both break into a fit of laughter. They pipe down once again and Draco brings up the question, “Well, what’s it gonna be?”

“Take me out on a date first and then we’ll see,” she teases. He gives her a genuine smile. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand in his, grabs the broom, hops on, and flies off into the night sky.

The End <3

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Can you do Haseul or Cheng Xiao sex in a tent while having a camping or something along the line? Thank you.

“Oppa you’re joining us on the camping trip, right?”

You looked down at your phone and reread the message Ha Sooyoung sent you. Smiling, you remember the first time you met her.

It was during your university days. You were a senior entering your final quarter in school. Being vice captain of the dance team and head of the dance club were just a few of your extracurricular activities. Ha Sooyoung was a shy freshman. You immediately took her under your wing, spending extra time after classes and your days off helping her improve her skills.

Your close friendship continued long after you and her left the university. She was after all, the one who introduced you and Heejin to each other.

“Babe, did you get a text from Sooyoung about a camping trip?” you said, looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Jeon Heejin’s brown and blonde highlighted hair was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Heejin gives you a sexily haunting stare as her thin lips are parted by your cock. You feel her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Heejin’s pace was slow, allowing the both of you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock cause you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her stare on you the entire time, smiling through her eyes as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful, but even more so whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive.

“I did. She wants us to show up to the campsite at dawn. I wanted to get dicked down all night, though.” she finally replied, blowing hot air onto your balls before taking both inside her mouth. You moaned once more as she took each one individually and released them with the same loud pop she used on your cock.

��Why don’t we do that then?” you asked. “But I think you should keep sucking my dick.”

Heejin smiled sweetly, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking you back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth. If there was one thing you knew about your girlfriend, it’s that she was always willing to sacrifice sleep if it meant you pounding her hard.

The next morning arrived early. Had it be a normal day, you and Heejin would have barely finished having sex for the night and begin the process of cuddling with one another before bed. But here you two were, 5:30 AM in a place that was meant to replicate being deep in the forest. If the particular forest happened to have wifi and public restrooms.

Heejin was not happy. Running on at most, two hours of sleep, she wore large sunglasses and a mask to cover up her bloated face. You were no better, always on the receiving end of her insatiable libido and constant sex filled marathons. Pulling up the emergency brake, you got out of the car and began unloading the items needed for the two day long camping trip. Opening up the passenger’s side door, you were greeted with Heejin crossing her arms. Even through the mask and sunglasses, you knew she was pouting at you and giving you the saddest expression ever.

“Babe, I know what you’re doing even though you’re covered up. It’s not going to work. I’m not carrying all our items and you.”

“But oppa...!”

“Come on princess, let’s have fun today.”

Heejin didn’t respond and got out of the car. You smiled at her, but were greeted by her pinching your nipple before walking to the campsite. You sighed, she really did have moments where she was a spoiled princess. The two of you unpacked your belongings and shared a simple breakfast together before Sooyoung and Yerim arrived. Both wore very casual clothing. Sooyoung wore a simple cropped tee that fully displayed her trademark abs and a pair of curve hugging jeans while Yerim wore an equally short tank top that highlighted her breasts and a pleated skirt.

You watched Sooyoung struggle to carry the heavy belongings, but before you could reach her and offer to help, Yerim dropped the few bags she was carrying and instantly ran towards you.

“Oppa!” she screamed, engulfing you in a windpipe crushing hug.

‘H-Hi, Yerim.” you managed to breath out.

Heejin got out of her folding chair and struggled to assist Sooyoung, having an unreadable expression on her face as she stared at you. You managed to find the strength to finally pry yourself free from Yerim’s death grip before finding an exhausted Sooyoung now occupying your once empty chair.

You walked towards her and sat on the adjacent chair.

“Hi, Sooyoung.” you said, greeting her warmly.

“Oh, oppa.” she said, smiling at you. “Sorry about Yerim, she was so excited when she heard you would be joining us. She stayed up all night planning how she was going to greet you after so long.”

“Unnie! Oppa, don’t believe her. She’s lying!” you heard Yerim whine from behind you two.

Sooyoung made eye contact with you and laughed, shaking her head. “Choi Yerim, what am I going to do with her.”

“Thank you for inviting me though, really. You and I have never gotten the chance to catch up like this after we graduated.” you said, taking a sip of coffee from the cafe you and Heejin passed by before arriving at the campsite.

The rest of the morning leading into the afternoon was relatively normal, with more and more camp goers arriving and the four of you catching up with each other. Yerim clung onto you the whole time. She never said anything, but you could have sworn you saw Heejin stealing glances at you the entire time while frowning.

“Okay, it’s time for tent assignments.” Sooyoung suddenly said, standing up and causing you to slightly jump from her loud voice.

“Why? It’ll just be oppa and I in one tent and you and Yerim in the other.” Heejin replied.

“I knew you’d say that, which is why I wanted to switch things up. Oppa and I share a tent, and you and Yerim share the other.”

“And why would I agree to that?” Heejin scoffed.

Sooyoung turned to you as you also raised an eyebrow in confusion. Smirking, she gives you a playful wink and subtly mouths her response for only you to notice. You’ve heard those words lately that you knew exactly what she was saying.

“It’s my turn.”

The four of you enjoyed each other’s company, having a rather normal uneventful day. Once nighttime arrived and it was time for bed, Heejin went over to you and gave you a heartwarming hug before asking for a kiss. When your lips disconnected, you found yourself longing for her, watching her thin frame enter her and Yerim’s tent. Before you could even react, Sooyoung dragged you into your own tent.

“Unnie I have to say, I think it’s pretty cool you’re okay with oppa having sex with all of us.” Yerim said as she finished applying a layer of night cream.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Heejin asked.

“I don’t know, it’s just… I don’t think I’d be comfortable with my boyfriend sleeping around. I would fully trust him but no matter how close I am with friends, the thought of him falling in love with someone else would always weigh on my mind. But… you guys are inseparable. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Yerim gives Heejin a reassuring smile before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste and heads out of the tent to the restrooms, leaving Heejin alone to her thoughts.

“Why’d you ask for us to share a tent? We haven’t done anything like this since that hotel we shared on the field trip up north.” you said to Sooyoung.

“It’s just… you and I never get to share quality time like the old days. Especially after you and Heejin got together.”

“I really should thank you for that by the way, Sooyoung.”

“It’s no problem.” she said, smiling. “But Heejin did tell me something else.”

“And what is that?”

Sooyoung doesn’t say anything and instead makes her way towards you. You temporarily forget to breathe as your heart rate increases, anticipating her next move. She places a finger underneath your chin, tilting your gaze up towards her, a seductive smirk on her face.

“She’s shown me videos of you two. I must say, I’m starting to regret not sleeping with you during that field trip.” Sooyoung said before pushing you onto one side of the tent, straddling your lap at the same time. She rested comfortably on your thighs as she wraps her arms around your neck.

Your eyes widen as Sooyoung lowers her face closer to yours.

“Mommy won’t let this chance go to waste.”

Sooyoung bit her bottom lip as she leaned closer once more and pressed her lips against yours. Her lifts are extremely soft, and left the subtle taste of strawberries. She followed the kiss up with another, and then another. Each successive kiss clouds your sense of judgment, as you feel your defenses weakening and surrendering to her. You begin to reciprocate, the erotic lust building up inside you as the beautiful woman on your lap lets you indulge in the savory taste of her lips.

“We-we can’t do this to Heejin…” you say, breaking away from Sooyoung.

“Oh please.” Sooyoung said, another erotic smirk on her face as she kisses you once more. “Yerim and Hyejoo constantly talk about how hard you fuck them. Young girls are cute, but you need a real woman. Let mommy satisfy you.”

Sooyoung kisses you once again, using a lot more force this time. You feel your tongue reciprocating, crashing against her own. Your hands make their way from her toned and chiseled abs to her bottom, grabbing hold of her firm and smooth cheeks through her jeans. You feel her smiling as she continues kissing you. Pulling away after several minutes, you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Mommy…” you moaned out.

Sooyoung’s lips are hungry, craving the taste of yours once more. Feeling you squeeze her ass causes her to grind on your lap. Her moans echo inside your mouth with each sensation you bring to her. Her hands move from the back of your neck back to your shirt as you feel her slowly begin to undress you.

Sooyoung manages to pull your shirt up over your head before planting a rough kiss on your neck. You moaned out as she tossed your shirt away. Wanting to taste her lips once more, you were prevented from doing so as Sooyoung found the hem of your pants. Her small, soft hands reach inside and remove your pants, tossing them along with your shirt. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes widen with excitement as she sees a prominent bulge forming through your cotton boxers.

She blows a kiss up at you before grabbing your boxers and pulling the thin fabric down. Your cock is now fully exposed, the cold nighttime air feeling comfortable on your exposed skin thanks to the thin slit of the tent’s entrance.

“I knew it was big in videos but fuck… your cock is so nice.” Sooyoung said, licking her lips at the sight of your throbbing erection. Grabbing a hold of its base, she gives you a painfully slow lick all the way to its tip, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes shut.

“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned, her tongue continuing to paint long strokes on the underside of your shaft. She swirls her tongue on the tip of your cock, collecting the precum that is beginning to leak out and replacing it with a generous amount of spit she collected from her mouth. She uses her tongue to expertly spread the fluid across your cock. You watched as your long time friend meticulously applied her spit across every inch of your shaft. Your cock is now glistening thanks to the portable light that is inside the tent. She grabs your shaft with her small hand and uses it to slowly begin stroking you.

Your eyes remain shut as you feel her apply several techniques such as counter rotating her grip on your cock and smooth up and done strokes. Her hands work your cock with ease, thanks to the copious amount of spit she applied onto it. Your moans continue to grow in length as Sooyoung makes you feel good.

“You like when mommy strokes you, baby?” she asked.

“Fuck…”

“Well, you’re going to love this.”

You moaned loudly as Sooyoung’s lips wrap around your cock, her warm and wet mouth coupled with the extremely tight grip her lips and hand have on your shaft causes your senses to run wild. She begins by only sucking the top half of your cock, never going past just a few inches from your tip. Combining that with stroking your shaft and the erotic gaze she has on you is already too much. Sooyoung is amused by your constant moans and seeing you tilt your head back in satisfaction.

The two of you are momentarily startled as you hear something loud next to you.

“Mommy… what is that?” you asked, a bit alarmed at how fast you have grown to accept Sooyoung’s self-assigned nickname.

Sooyoung begins taking more of you into her mouth as her hands grip onto your thighs. She takes you in her mouth and increases the speed at which she is sucking your cock, taking you deeper inside. You opened your eyes to find her bob her head, effortlessly deepthroating you. The tight seal her lips have around your shaft heightens the experience as your tip hits the back of her throat. Her tongue continues to drag up and down the underside of your shaft, leaving you in a constant state of euphoric bliss.

“It’s nothing, probably just Heejin snoring or something. Focus on mommy, baby.” she said before focusing her attention back onto your cock and guiding your hand to the back of her head. You brush aside her hair and gently caress the back of her head to guide her movements as Sooyoung smiles with your cock inside her mouth. You somehow managed to find the energy to stand up as you place both hands on her head and begin to fuck her mouth. Sooyoung’s bobbing motions become more forceful, the back of her throat repeatedly being stricken as you continuously push the back of her head down your crotch. Tears begin to spill from her eyes as you force her to take every inch of your cock. Repeating this several times, you finally hold her head down, hearing her gag as her nails dig deeply into your thighs. The ecstasy of having Sooyoung’s warm and wet mouth full of your cock is a wonderful feeling.

Sooyoung taps at your thigh, wanting you to release your hold on her. Quickly retreating from your cock, she gasps for air. Spit begins to seep down her lips and chin, landing back down onto your shaft which in turn is beginning to drip down onto the tent’s floor. She gives you the naughtiest smile ever, licking her lips in satisfaction before spitting on your cock once more. You have gotten head from Heejin and several of her friends, but this could be one of the best as well as the messiest you have received.

Your heart races once more as Sooyoung stands up and quickly removes her crop top and jeans.

“Holy fuck…”

Sooyoung had a wonderful figure. A nice hourglass shape that showed off her definite abdomen and flat stomach, hips that complemented beautifully sculpted thighs, and a pair of perky, yet comfortably sized breasts. This, combined with Sooyoung’s milky white skin, straight chestnut brown hair that gracefully fell down her shoulders, large, sharp piercing gaze and her beautiful smile left you in complete disbelief that you never noticed how truly beautiful she was during your university days.

“You like mommy’s body don’t you, baby?” Sooyoung asked, earning a simple nod as a response from you. She makes her way back onto your lap, sitting just in front of your throbbing cock. She could feel you poking the back of her butt. Running her thumbs across your cheeks, sweetly she plants another tender kiss on your lips.

“You should’ve slept with me in college. I practically threw myself at you. I joined the dance club because I knew you were in it.” she said shyly in between kisses.

“But right now, mommy wants to ride your cock.”

You placed your hands on Sooyoung’s deadly hips, earning you another soft kiss. She places one hand on your chest while the other reaches down and finds your cock, positioning it so that it is underneath her. Sooyoung slowly lowers herself onto you, both of you letting out a loud moan as you enter her for the very first time.

“Fuck, baby…” Sooyoung moaned as her mouth opened while her eyes closed. Her pussy was tight, which was to be expected given her figure. But you didn’t expect it to be this tight. Both of you begin to breathe heavily as she continues to lower herself onto your cock. Your eyes roll back into your head as you marvel at the warm and tightness of Sooyoung’s pussy. She kisses you once more in order to allow the both of you to compose yourselves before placing both hands on your chest as she slowly lifts herself up before returning back down. The both of you appreciate how tight she is as her walls grip onto your cock and squeeze them. Sooyoung in particular relishes in the feeling of your cock parting her tight lips and filling her up.

She soon establishes a comfortable rhythm, increasing her pace gradually as her hips move forwards and backwards. She begins riding your cock faster with each bounce of her body. Your hands leave her hips in order to return back onto her ass. You savored how soft her skin felt, squeezing her supple cheeks before giving them a slap. Sooyoung let out a moan, laughing as you two made eye contact. The glint in her eyes let you know she was being turned on, which was also evident from your cock becoming even more wet. You continued smacking her ass, increasing in force with each one. Her moans grew louder, soon becoming high pitched screams. You feel her body shudder from how tender her ass has become.

Your hands eventually find their way to her stomach. You trace the definition of her abdomen, clear evidence that she has put in a lot of time at the gym. You were certain you could feel your cock inside her through her chiseled abs. Next, you moved on to her chest. While certainly much smaller than Hyejoo and Yerim, her breasts fit perfectly in your hands. You gave each multiple squeezes as you felt how soft they were. Pinching her nipples, Sooyoung moaned as she continued riding you.

Stimulating her upper body motivates Sooyoung’s lower body, as she increases her pace and rides your cock even faster. You feel her slamming down against you, her soft ass hitting your thighs with each bounce. Your hands returned back onto her hips as you caressed her sweat misted skin.

“Mommy wants to ride you all night.”

Sooyoung kissed you, biting onto your lower lip and holding on as she gently pulled on it. She grabbed your hands and placed them back onto her tits. You loved the feeling of being inside her, every sensation coursed through your veins. You wanted nothing more than to be used by her.

Sooyoung rode you with such force that you were sure all the other neighboring tents knew what was going on inside yours.

“I hope Sooyoung unnie doesn’t break him. He hasn’t fucked me in months.” Yerim said to herself softly as she heard the moans coming from your tent.

Sooyoung’s juices flowed vigorously out of her pussy as she continued riding you.

“Mommy’s going to cum, baby.” she managed to say.

You bit her nipple and that was all it took to trigger her orgasm. She entered a slightly euphoric trance as her pussy tightened on your cock and her body violently shook. Enough juices were released that you were almost pushed out of her. She enthusiastically bounced her hips on your cock as she rode out her high.

“Fuck, that was incredible.” Sooyoung said, breathing heavily. “But now it’s your turn, baby. Cum for mommy.” she said, riding you slowly as she interlocked your fingers with her own.

“Cum inside me.”

She used the little strength she had left to slam herself back down onto your cock. Sooyoung wanted to drain you, makeup for all the years lost that you weren’t inside her. Her hair was a disheveled, sweaty mess. The once thin layer of perspiration on her body were now beads that were constantly dripping. And the feeling of her breasts bouncing along with her ass smacking against your skin made her look even more appetizing than she already was. You wanted to finish inside her mouth, but would never turn down a request to cum inside a woman.

And so you laid there as Sooyoung rode your cock without a care for your feelings, her sweaty thighs that slapped against your own. The pleasure inside both of your abdomens rapidly grows.

“Mommy’s going to make me cum.” you cried as Sooyoung’s eyes lit up in satisfaction. She let out a moan with each bounce up and down your cock. Her lust filled eyes begging for you to finish inside her.

“Cum for mommy.” she said. You groaned loudly as you thrusted inside her in rapid succession before your cock throbbed, Sooyoung knowing this as she slammed her body onto you several more times until she took all of you inside her. The both of you let out a satisfied moan as you both feel your cock filling up her tight pussy and draining your heavy balls.

“Oh, baby… That’s it. Fill mommy’s pussy up with your hot, thick cum.” she said, kissing your forehead, nose, and both cheeks before capturing your lips once more. You were a bit uneasy, since it seemed like Sooyoung wanted to keep riding your cock. And while you wouldn’t have minded that, you were still sensitive from the intense orgasm.

Both of you spent a few moments resting - your chests heaving as you gave each other long, satisfied kisses. Sooyoung gingerly removed her body from your cock, each inch glistening from her juices. You both watched as your load began to leak out and coat her flushed thighs. Her bright pink freshly fucked pussy lips looked so beautiful. You were sure she was going to let you taste them eventually.

Tracing your cum that was leaking out, Sooyoung took it onto one of her fingertips and put it in her mouth. She let out a satisfied hum afterwards.

“Fuck, you taste good. Mommy better taste your next load.”

The two of you were exhausted, passing out shortly after as she snuggled into your chest.

The next morning, you exited the tent with Sooyoung clinging onto your arm. You were greeted by Yerim who had a warm smile for you, as she made an okay sign to Sooyoung and winked at her. Heejin returned to your campsite carrying bottles of water, wearing your hoodie you gave to her on your very first date. A sad expression was seen in her eyes as she saw you smiling while being held by Sooyoung. The happy feeling you have soon fades as you thought about your girlfriend.

Perhaps Heejin wanting to have sex the entire night so that you two would be too tired to go was her way of saying she didn’t feel comfortable about this trip. Perhaps you are overthinking things and it’s just Heejin being her sex addicted self. You always told yourself you only loved Heejin.

But the thought of having missed out on a relationship with Sooyoung in university and the natural chemistry with Hyejoo and Yerim began to manifest itself inside your mind.

#asks #loona #loona smut #ha sooyoung

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milazka · 4 years ago

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Distraction — Drew Starkey.

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summary: the one where the quaterback of the football team helps you forget about your bad grade.

request: yes

content: fluff & smut

author’s note: it’s my very first story about a member of the cast of outer banks! i would like to clarify that all this is fictional, i only use the looks and the names of the actors and actresses. my masterlist will be linked at the end of this story if you feel like reading some other fics. this one is for my babe cort ( @pogue-writings ) because she is drew’s soulmate.

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word Count: 1957.

The campus library has always been her favorite spot to study. It's quiet and the atmosphere is always soothing, the exact opposite of her dorm room where her roommate seems more interested in experimenting the male anatomy than studying it in her textbook. A few weeks ago, after catching her once again during the act, she had decided to find a new place to study. She had walked around the campus and eventually found this spot around one of the large hardwood tables that stand between the bookshelves full of old books about psychology. The perfect place to set her in a study mood.

For the past few hours, she has been sitting in her usual place, her textbook open in front of her eyes and her black notebook on her right. She only has one midterm left in two days and it will cover all the topics seen in her subconscious psychology course, which is one of her most interesting courses, but also the one that requires the longest hours of study in order to pass the exams.

The sound of a chair gliding on the floor makes her look up and she’s surprised to see Drew, a boy from her psychology of the subconscious class, sit on the chair in diagonal to her. Normally, the library is almost empty at this time of the night and she never saw him here; he seems like the kind of guy who spends more time on the football field than he does in front of his textbooks. They’ve been in the same class for four months, but she never really paid attention to him, except when he is disturbing the class with the two other musketeers, Chase and Rudy. She smiles nicely at him when their eyes meet and he raises his coffee cup which he pretends to drink all at once while they both laugh silently, hoping not to be warned by Mrs. Jones, the librarian who looks strangely similar to Roz from the movie Monster inc.

She tries to put her nose back in her book, trying to focus on the pages suggested in the study guide and highlighting important sentences from a passage about Freud and his discovery of psychoanalysis, but she can't help but look up discreetly at the boy. He is wearing a navy flannel shirt which, half-buttoned, reveals a white shirt that moulds his muscular chest. His trademark cap, which he always wears backwards, rests as usual on the top of his head, still letting a few strands of hair slip out of the hat. She particularly lingers on his muscled arms covered by the navy blue cloth, it's not surprising that he's the quarterback on the football team. The studious look on his face and the way he’s chewing on the tip of his pencil while frowning makes him look cuter than usual, she can’t deny it.

When she sees the lateness of the hour, she delicately puts her books back in her red bag, not noticing how intensely the boy is staring at her. He simply can't help but admire her sweet angelic face, her tired-looking little eyes, the thin, shiny layer of lip balm covering her lips that he would dream of kissing; he likes everything about her and cannot help but smile foolishly.

“Hey Y/n,” he whispers, catching her attention. “Me and the boys are throwing a party friday night, you should come.”

“Oh, yeah, of course!” she smiles at him, noticing his blushing cheeks and the little spark in his gaze.

“Great! Good luck on your exam.”

“Good luck to you too. I’ll see you friday.”

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The room goes from purple to blue, then from blue to pink, courtesy of the spotlights that change the colour of the room's luminosity along the rhythm of the music. The parties hosted by the university football team always do justice to their reputation, no matter what’s the occasion. It's not the first time she attends one, but it's the first time she’s been invited by the quarterback. Her mind did not stop playing back the memory of the little sparkle in the young man's eyes when she had accepted his invitation. Maybe it meant nothing, but a part of her wants to believe it didn't. Plus, she really needs to take her mind off things after receiving her mediocre grade from the last exam. She knew her teacher was strict, but not this strict.

As she makes her way through the dancing crowd, an arm slips around her naked shoulders, making her startles. She's used to being approached by boys at parties, but she hates it when they think they can do anything and touch her even if she doesn't want to. Looking up, she loosen up when she sees Drew's familiar face smirking at her and she's glad it's not a drunk who's asking her to blow him.

“I'm so glad you came,” he says to her as he hands her a red cup filled with beer. “How did your exam go?”

She pouts, taking a big sip of the golden liquid that tickles her throat.

“Really bad.”

“That sucks,” she raises an eyebrow at the boy as when he takes back the cup that he just gave her and drops it on the countertop behind him. “C’mon, I have the perfect remedy for a bad grade.”

Drew takes her tiny hand into his big one, guiding her to the backyard where several tables are set up to play beer pong. Small lights illuminate the yard where games have already started. People cheer each other up and yell like crazy when someone manage to get the ball in a cup. She recognizes Rudy’s familiar blond hair when he jumps into Jonathan's arms and she deduces they just won their game against Madison and Austin. Everyone laughs when the two boys lose their balance and crash into the grass, grunting at each other. Her hand is still holding Drew's firmly when he walks up to Chase who is sitting in a chair close to the fire pit with his girlfriend on his lap, grilling and eating marshmallows.

“Yo Chase! Me and Y/n vs Maddie and you?” Drew challenges his friend, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Game on, baby!” Chase exclaims as they both stand up and follow them to the table.

She and Drew make a fire team, throwing a series of winning shots and gradually getting Madelyn and Chase drunk. All the way through the game, she never worries about her bad grade, it's like it never existed. The alcohol in her bloodstream seems to be opening her eyes to Drew's attractiveness. The girl never really paid attention to how he is totally her type of guy. She bites her lower lip, obviously checking him out when he pulls off his hoodie and his shirt comes up, revealing the prominent V-shape above the hem of his pants.

“Like what you see, don't ya?” he teases the girl, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips.

She blushes up to her ears, making Drew laugh, and he just adds to her embarrassment by putting his arm around her shoulders before throwing the last ball who lands directly into the last standing cup. Maybe it's the emotion of the moment for her, whereas he's been dreaming about it for months, but their eyes meet each other and suddenly their lips collide. The kiss doesn't last long, not long enough in his opinion. The flight of butterflies in the young woman's belly doesn't disappear when their lips separate, she needs to kiss him again, to feel him touch her.

“I need you, Drew.” she whines close to his ear, making his heart skips a beat. "God, Y/n," he breaths out, pulling her closer to him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about you saying that to me?”

She just winks at him and grabs his hand, pulling him toward the front door as he pinches himself on the arm, not believing that this is really happening. He throws a murderous look at Rudy and Chase who make fun of him by pretending to make out sensually. They pass through the living room which is still full of people swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music and climb upstairs where Drew guides them to his room. He slams her against the door, his hands grabbing her hips as he kisses her again. She bites his lower lip, making him growl against her mouth. Drew starts to place open mouthed kisses on her neck and she tiltes it to give him full access to her burning skin. He leads her to the bed, pinning her on the mattress and he removes her short as he is now hovering over her half naked body. His hand slides down her thigh, making her squirm under him as he gets closer to her core. He plays with the waistband of her panties, smirking against her lips.

“Drew,” she moans, looking at him with her eyes filled with desire. He grabs her waist and flip them over so she is now straddling him. She unbuttons his khaki shirt, slipping his hands over his muscular chest. She starts to grind down on his lap, making him whine and dig his fingers into her buttcheeks

“It's not about me tonight, I'm not the one who needs to be distracted.” he whispers to her ear before flipping her over again so that he is now hovering over her.

She lets out a few muffled moans as he leaves a trail of kisses between her breast and on her stomach. He sucks and nibbles at the skin on her inner thighs, only increasing her desire to feel him on her already wet womanhood.

“You’re so pretty, all wet and spread out like this, just for me.”

“Drew, please…” she begs, but he cuts her short by placing a kiss on her clit, slipping her underwear off. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above her wet folds, making her buck her hips up.

“So eager, baby, I like it.” he hums just above her bundle of nerves, sending vibrations on it. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He finally licks a full stripe through her folds, making her back arch to the so desired feeling.

“Oh fuck,” she groans as he inserts one finger in her, his tongue sucking on her clit. His hands are firmly wrapped around her thighs to keep her spread open for him. She clenches the sheets between her fists, her eyes close under the wave of pleasure that runs through her body when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. His nose rubs up against her clit as he moves his face, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

“Fuck I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she moans, making him pumps his tongue faster. A few profanities mixed with loud moans leave her lips as she reaches her high, legs shaking on his shoulders. He licks her folds a few more times to clean her up, sending electric jolts through her body when he touches her sensitive nerves from the orgasm. He lies down beside her, pulling her towards him with his arms wrapped around her body.

“What about you? I’m no the type of girl who doesn’t give back,” she starts but Drew shushes her with a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’re not, but tonight it’s about you and only you.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’a know?”

“It was about time you figured that out!” he mocks her and she giggles, burying her face further into the crook of his neck.

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adorablele · 4 years ago

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a lovely day; p.js

↬ pairing; park jisung x reader ↬ genre; fluff, very domestic ↬ word count; 2.3k+ ↬ summary; he teaches you how to ride a skateboard on your first date at the park ↬ a/n; for dahlen ♡ @jisvngy ; let’s not focus on how I missed your birthday. this is your gift that was supposed to be a timestamp. I hope that you had an amazing birthday and that you received all the love in the galaxy because that is what you deserve. please enjoy <3 also this isn’t proofread

“Jisung, hey!” you greeted, standing at the skate park entrance.

At the sound of your voice, he turned his head. He failed to focus on the flip he was doing mid-air, and before he knew it, he was rolling down the ramp, skateboard sliding down next to him.

You gasped, guilt and worry seeping through your veins as you saw his friend–you believed his name was Jaemin–lent him a hand to pull him up. Jisung accepted the blue haired boy’s help and then grabbed his skateboard, quick to leave the ramp full of other skaters. The tips of his ears were flushed red in embarrassment; that only caused more guilt to flood to your heart.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately exclaimed, hands reaching out and examining his arms, “are you okay? Did you get cut again? I have some-” You paused when you saw Jisung flush a deeper shade of red.

You were embarrassing him.

And Jisung was embarrassed, but not because of the iron-man band-aids you had on hand for him or the frantic concern etched into your eyes (you were absolutely adorable and it made his heart melt). Rather, he was embarrassed because he failed to successfully complete the trick in front of you. He could care less about the snickers of the other skaters or the teasing smirks of his friends.

All that mattered was you.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, noticing how the two of you managed to capture a bunch of attention, “should we get going?”

He nodded mutely, arm tightening around his skateboard.

With his confirmation, you started to walk out of the skate park.

“You’re going to have to speak sometime,” Chenle teased.

“‘I’m going to impress y/n with this trick, just you watch,’” Hyuck imitated, recalling Jisung’s words from before you arrived.

“‘They’ll think I’m so cool!’” added Renjun, causing Hyuck to double over in laughter.

Jaemin attempted to encourage jisung, “You always have next time-”

“To fall,” Jeno laughed, interrupting the hopeful words of Jaemin.

Jisung rolled his eyes at them, “Whatever, you guys aren’t the one who’s going on a date.”

You watched as Jisung shook his head at his friends and walked over to you with a smile.

Only a few feet away was an actual park, fields of green grass and dandelions welcoming the two of you. For a while, it was silent, only the faint clatters of skateboards against the concrete and the chatter of other park-goers.

“Here good?” you asked, stopping right by a tree. It provided enough shade and privacy for your...date. As you thought of the word, you tried not to giggle out of giddy. You felt stupid, but that didn’t stop the wide grin on your face when he nodded.

He set down his skateboard and helped you lay out the blanket.

You started to unpack the food in the basket, a tub of cookies you baked for him hidden at the very bottom. You remembered casually asking his friends what his favorite cookies were and they all replied, ‘anything from you.’ While their answers managed to heat up your face, it wasn’t quite helpful. In the end, you baked the basic chocolate chip cookies.

You really hoped that he liked them.

Closing the basket, you gave a brief rundown of all the food that you packed and you felt relief massage your shoulders when he happily munched away. Anyone looking at your picnic would see two people simply eating while admiring the scenery in front of them with occasional glances at the other person when the other wasn’t looking.

It was a bit awkward, as all first dates tend to be, and eventually, all the food was gone except the cookies. You felt your heart speed up, nervous energy tingling your hands as you clutched the tub.

“Room for dessert?” you asked, showing him the cookies.

His eyes lit up with delight, “Of course.”

Fumbling with the lid, you prayed to any higher being that these cookies were as good as you remembered them to be when you tasted them earlier.

Jisung chuckled from beside you, “Do you need help?”

“Sure,” you mumbled, face heated as you handed him the tightly lidded plastic container.

He nervously laughed when he, too, started to fumble with the lid, but you were too busy getting distracted by the rays of sun that peeked through the leaves of the tree above and highlighted the youth of the man in front of you.

In a daze, you didn’t realize he managed to open the container until he let out a triumphant ‘a-ha!’ Back was the anxiety. You shook your head when he offered you to take a cookie; you insisted that he should taste it first.

“Okay,” he shrugged, grabbing one. You licked your lips nervously, time ticking incredibly slow as he lifted the cookie to his mouth.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four until he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.

“Wow, these are really good! Where did you get them?”

All the weight on your shoulders lifted at his complement and you smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “Really, you think so?”

He bit into another cookie, “Yeah, I’m about to eat all of this, are you sure you don’t want one?”

“No, it’s okay! I taste tested a lot when I was baking them,” you chuckled.

Jisung lingered on your words. You baked cookies for him.

You chuckled again, feeling a bit shy when he stopped mid-bite of his cookie at your confession, “I’m glad that you enjoy them though. I tried asking your friends what your favorite was but they weren’t helpful. I was actually thinking about baking-”

“Th- this is my favorite!” he sputtered, stopping your ramble session, “these are my favorite cookies.”

You tilted your head, “Chocolate chip cookies?”

He shook his head, “Any cookie baked by you is my favorite.”

Although his friends told you he would say that, it still caught you off-guard. He continued to casually eat his cookie while you felt like you had the power to fly, to soar high like the birds chirping up above. But you didn’t realize that he was only stuffing his face with more food in hopes that it covered the erratic beating of his heart.

“Thanks,” you murmured, staring down at dandelion next to you.

The cookies were an ice breaker, allowing him to ask if you were serious about baking and you told him that you only considered it a hobby. You asked him about skateboarding, and his eyes reflected the sun’s rays as flowers bloomed at the tip of his tongue. Passion darted through his irises as he shared how he wished to accomplish a certain trick–a heel flip 720, you think–and how thrilling it is to be up so high in the air. You almost pinched yourself to make sure that you hadn’t melted into a puddle when his lips curved into a faint heart, his smile breath-taking and the low rumble of his laugh sweeping you off your feet.

He finished the last cookie, unaware of the tiny crumbs in the corner of his mouth. Instinctively, you grabbed a napkin and wiped them away. His voice faltered in the middle of explaining how Renjun pushed Hyuck who bumped into Jeno who hit his skateboard which rolled over to Jaemin who tried kicking it back to Jeno, but ultimately just made it roll towards Chenle who was busy on his phone and almost tripped on it.

“And he didn’t warn…”

You told him to continue his story, leaning back to your original position on the picnic blanket. You smiled softly at him like you didn’t just cause the butterflies in his stomach to flutter.

He only stared at you with wide brown eyes and an o shaped mouth. You chuckled and pinched his cheek, “Cute.”

All the words Jisung wanted to say, whatever else would’ve finished the story he was telling, vanished. He could only stare into your eyes, wondering how in the world an angel lost their way to heaven.

He then got an idea.

“Do you want to try skateboarding?”

“What?”

He stood up, brushing off any grass that stuck to him. He turned to you with a smile, “I could teach you.”

You didn’t want to set yourself up for embarrassment, but he looked excited.

“Okay.”

“We’ll start on the grass since it’s softer,” he informed, laying out his skateboard. Lending his hand, he pulled you up from the blanket. “Get used to standing on the board first.”

You listened to his advice and planted yourself on the skateboard. The nervousness surrounding your pounding heart made it hard to focus on his instructions about posture. Though, you assumed you were doing well because he asked, “Ready to move onto the sidewalk?”

No, you weren’t, yet you found yourself wobbling anxiously on his skateboard that sat on the smooth sidewalk.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he reassured. Jisung held your hand, his other supporting the small of your back. “If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

His sentence sounded cliche which caused you to laugh lightly.

“What?” He asked, smiling slightly at the melodic sound.

You shook your head, “nothing, what said just sounded cliche is all.”

“It’s true,” he shrugged.

you hummed in agreement before staring straight ahead at the clear path. “So...I’ll just go down there.”

“Yep, it doesn’t curve and it’s relatively flat,” he observed, “you’ll be fine.”

You let out a loud exhale, “Alright.”

“Ready?”

You nodded.

Slowly, he started to push you. The trees around you started to blur green and before you knew it, Jisung was shouting behind you, “You’re skating!” The wind caressed your face and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

It was peaceful.

You could hear the wheels bumping against the sidewalk. Why was it bumpy? Jisung’s heavy footsteps pounded behind you as you started to wobble.

Your stomach dropped.

This was it. This was where you fell and hurt yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut while awaiting for the impact of the floor. The floor never said hello because Jisung practically tackled you, allowing his body to greet the floor rather than you.

He winced, face churned into a grimace.

Your eyes widened and you quickly sat up. “Oh my- Jisung, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he choked out.

The discomfort in his words prompted you to stand up. With the aid of your hand, he followed suit. You ushered him back to the blanket, worried eyes scanning over the blond boy. He waved you off, insisting that he was fine despite the tiny scrunch of pain between his brows.

You brushed away his bangs, checking to see if he had any cuts on his head. Too caught up in your concern, you didn’t realize how close you were to him. “Are you sure you’re fine?” you brushed away pieces of grass he had in his hair, “you hit the ground pretty hard.”

This was the second time today where you left Jisung speechless. He didn’t know what to say, he suddenly forgot how to speak. When you failed to get a response, you focused on his face. Your thumb brushed over his cheek, eyes aligning against his.

You realized it now; the two of you were quite close.

Blinking, you backed away, bringing your hand along with you. Your focus shifted to his arms and hands, checking to see if he needed band-aids. You continued rambling on, apologizing for being the cause of him crashing to the ground, not once, but twice. “I could’ve just fell and it would’ve been fine. There was no need to dart after me like that, I mean you already got hurt today-”

He called out your name.

“I’ll bake you more cookies to make up for it! I know you said that any type that I bake is your favorite but-”

“Y/n,” he told you, hands wrapping around yours.

You looked up at him.

“Just...lie down with me.”

He slowly rolled down onto his back while letting out short winces here and there. Each time you tried to reach for him, he waved you off, “I’m okay, just lie down.”

Once he was fully situated, you did as he asked.

It was silent as the two of you gazed into the endless depth of the vivid blue sky decorated with white cotton clouds. You could hear the birds harmonizing with the melody of the wind. Children’s laughter and the hum of the cars passing by accompanied the track. You could smell the reminiscence of your chocolate chip cookies and the refreshing scent of grass. The blanket beneath you was soft, warm like the sun beaming down on the two of you.

Something tickled your left hand.

You almost panicked that it was a bug until you felt slender fingers slot themselves loosely between yours. You resisted the urge to turn your head and kept your focus trained on the sky.

The blanket was still soft under you, albeit a bit cozier this time. The air was still filled with the scent of grass, yet it was mixed with vanilla and wood. The children still laughed, the cars still roared, the wind still whistled along with the birds, but they all moved along with the loud beat of your heart. The sky still matched the sea, white clouds swimming before your eyes, though, one specific cloud caught your attention.

A heart.

You found yourself smiling. It looked like a heart. You turned your head to the left, physically feeling your whole being soften at the love that swirled in the chocolate rings of Jisung’s eyes, or perhaps they just mirrored the passion floating in your own eyes. When he gave your hand a light squeeze, you knew that it wasn’t one sided.

“I like you,” he whispered, words light and airy.

“Enough to go on a second date?” you mused.

He gave your knuckle a peck, “Enough to go on as many dates as you want.”

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angryhausfrau-writes · 4 years ago

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Still Living With Your Ghost

Hawkeye shows up on BJ's front porch one year, two months, three days, and seven hours after the Korean war ends. And he looks - Jesus, he looks rough. Tired and pale and wearing army boots and his blue Hawaiian shirt. He looks like a ghost.

BJ can't not invite him in, even though it's the middle of the night and Hawkeye can't really seem to explain what he's doing in California beyond something about wanting to see palm trees. So BJ gets him tucked into bed in his and Peg's unused guest room – still mostly empty even though the house has been finished for a while now. But it doesn't appear to matter much to Hawkeye, he passes out pretty much the minute his head hits the pillow.

BJ wakes up the next morning, sure that all of this had been a particularly vivid dream. But there Hawkeye sits, in BJ's living room, flipping and flipping and flipping through the television channels at whatever ungodly hour Erin has decided is morning.

BJ rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Morning, Hawk. Sleep well?”

“Morning, BJ.” Hawkeye springs up from the sofa, like he used to spring out of his army cot. Like he's just been sitting there, waiting for BJ to wake up so he can drag him into whatever mischief he's dreamed up.

But this isn't Korea. BJ doesn't play those kind of pranks anymore.

And it doesn't look like Hawkeye is going to answer BJ's question. So BJ just works on getting the coffee percolating and making sure Erin doesn't throw cream of wheat all over the kitchen.

Peg drifts out of their bedroom a little later, takes a piece of toast from the table, kisses BJ on the cheek, collects Erin out of her high chair, and breezes out the door. Off to meet with a client, probably. Which means that BJ's stuck staring at a fidgeting Hawkeye from across the table, silence stretching awkward and molasses thick between them.

“So, uh, how you been, Hawk?” BJ thumbs at a chip in the Formica of the table top.

“Oh, you know. Busy. Doctoring.” Hawkeye is looking wildly around the kitchen and he hasn't touched any of the food on his plate. “Looks like you've really been living the high life here, Beej. Look at this place! Nice, real nice, BJ. You're a lucky guy.”

“Yeah, yeah I sure am.”

“And you're still a surgeon? Working at a hospital and everything?” Hawkeye's now looking intently at a point just slightly to the left of BJ's eyes, expression fixed in something that could be described as a smile, maybe.

“Yep. Nothing as exciting as Korea, though. I took out a gallstone two days ago, and that's been the highlight of my week.”

Hawkeye laughs, too loud and too sharp. And he's back to looking wildly around the kitchen, peering into the living room, rocking sideways in his chair far enough to almost overbalance. “That's nice. Not exciting is nice. Boring. Quiet.”

“Yep.”

Hawkeye is now tearing his paper napkin to little shreds that he's sprinkling over his eggs like snow.

“Look, Hawk. Not that it's not great to see you and all. But what are you doing here?”

Hawkeye goes back to staring at the point just slightly to the side of BJ's face. “Oh, you know. Thought I'd drop in on my good buddy. And see some sun, some sandy beaches – you're a little lacking on both fronts here, Beej. I confess myself disappointed. This isn't the California all those travel brochures promised me. Swimsuits and suntans. Palm trees.” Hawkeye waves his arms wide, gaze rocketing around the kitchen. “Where are they, BJ? Where are the palm trees?”

BJ laughs. “You're a little far north for that kind of thing. We mostly have rain and fog.”

Hawkeye nods. Grimaces. “I hate the rain. We spent years and years and years in the rain. Or the snow. So many years.” Hawkeye's staring again. “You know how cold it gets in northern Maine? I want. I wanted some sun, you know? A change of scenery.”

“Well, since you're in California already, you could drive south, you know. It's a ways, but you could go find a beach and some palm trees, like you said.”

Privately, BJ thinks a little sun would do Hawkeye a world of good. He's looking even paler than usual. Wan. Tired. Like he hasn't been sleeping.

“Yeah? You think so?” And Hawkeye looks up at BJ with such hope in his eyes. It's blinding. Terrifying.

So that's how BJ finds himself in the family station wagon with Hawkeye lounging practically sideways on the front seat, staring out the rainy window at San Francisco as they head south on Route 5 towards warmer climes.

“You know, I've never been to San Francisco,” Hawkeye says conversationally. They're driving through down town, and the tall edifices bear down on them like giants. Hawkeye has to keep his neck craned up, up, up to get even a glimpse of the gunmetal sky. “I've been to San Diego. Spent a whole weekend there when I was in med school. But I never quite made it to San Francisco, somehow. Surprising, I know...” Hawkeye trails off with a vague gesture.

“It's a nice city,” BJ says, inanely. But he's not quite sure what's happening here. And small talk is about all that's left to him.

Hawkeye smiles, sharp as a knife. And there's something lurking there behind his eyes that BJ can't identify. “I'm sure it is.”

They drive in silence for a while.

Suddenly, Hawkeye's head snaps down and to a street that runs towards the bay. “What's down there, Beej?” He asks it almost desperately.

“Uh, the docks I think.”

Hawkeye nods. Tips his head towards the ocean like he's listening to something far away. His eyes skitter over the dashboard desperate and wild.

“Lotta kids shipped out of those docks the last two wars,” Hawkeye says, apropos of nothing that BJ can understand. “Lotta kids who never got to come back home.”

“Uh, yeah. Though I guess they were hard up enough for doctors that they sent me over on a plane instead.”

Hawkeye nods distractedly, knee jostling against the passenger door. He's staring out the window again.

“Hey, Beej, pull over will ya? I really need a drink.” He gestures at a bar that BJ probably wouldn't have even noticed if Hawkeye hadn't pointed it out. BJ pulls over. He could use a drink himself. He'd forgotten how – how strange and alluring and difficult Hawkeye could be.

The bar is dead this time of day. Empty except for a few older men who look like they've probably been sitting on those same bar stools for the past decade or so.

Sitting at a shadowed corner table with a bottle of bottom shelf gin and BJ can almost believe he's back in the Swamp. That no time at all has passed since Korea. Hawkeye is certainly drinking like that's true. It's almost nice, the nostalgia that's carried on gin fumes.

And Hawkeye has calmed down a little as he sits there, no longer looking like he's going to crawl out of his skin. In fact, he looks almost wistful as BJ chatters on about Peg and Erin and his life in Mill Valley. Though what part of all that it is he longs for, BJ doesn't know. He'd never expressed much interest in marriage or kids before. But maybe he's finally looking to settle down.

BJ muses on the impossibility of a settled Hawkeye while the real one heads off to the bathroom. The bar has filled up in the intervening hours and it's hard for BJ to keep track of his skinny frame and dark hair, even as tall as he is. Though Hawkeye's usual slouch has gotten even more pronounced than it was in Korea and that doesn't help matters any.

BJ wonders what exactly happened to him to change him so much. To wear Hawkeye down like he's been.

But before he can think too long on it – before he can become maudlin – Hawkeye's back at their table and putting a wad of crumpled bills down on the scarred surface. Clearly a sign that he's ready to leave.

They troop a little unsteadily out to the car.

“So, how'd you find our fair city?” BJ asks as they pull out into rush hour traffic. The had really slipped away from him in the warm dark of the bar. He'd had no idea it was so late.

“Well, I can now say I've sampled all of the bountiful pleasures that San Francisco has to offer.” Hawkeye grins bright and sharp even through the alcohol. “So what's say we blow this joint and go find some nice sandy beach somewhere? Preferably a nude one.”

BJ grins at him and turns onto the highway.

They drive past rocky coastlines and pine covered mountains. BJ thinks Hawkeye falls asleep about an hour or so in, his forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, eyes closed and face marginally more peaceful. But it's hard to tell.

At some point, though, Hawkeye jerks upright, looking around frantically, as if trying to figure out where he is.

Where they are is the vast empty farmland west of Mendota. Hawkeye spends a few miles staring out at the fields as they blur past the window. BJ leaves him to it.

In all honesty, BJ is starting to wonder if this was the best idea. Hawkeye seems scattered and distracted and manic like he was at the end of the war. Like he'd been after the bus and before he'd been committed.

Maybe BJ should have kept him in San Francisco. Called Sidney. Gotten Hawkeye some help instead of driving hundreds of miles to some unknown destination for some unknown agenda.

But they've already come this far. It would be dumb to turn around now.

“Did you know,” Hawkeye says in a voice that can barely be heard above the radio and the incessant thrum of the tires on asphalt. He clears his throat and tries again. “Did you know that during the Great Depression they used to gather all the unsold fruit and pour gasoline on it so that the starving people fleeing the Dust Bowl couldn't eat it?”

Hawkeye's staring intently at the side of BJ's face, more than wide awake. And maybe BJ spoke too soon.

“Uh, no. I had no idea.”

Hawkeye goes back to looking out the window. “I always thought that would be a terrible way to go,” he whispers so quietly, BJ isn't even sure he's talking to him.

A few miles later, they hit a town big enough to have a diner. Hawkeye's still quiet and staring, and it's past seven anyway. They may as well stop and get some dinner. Hawk hasn't really eaten anything but a handful of pretzels all day.

They both order cups of coffee and BJ watches Hawkeye add something out of a hip flask into his mug. Hawkeye obviously catches BJ looking and waggles the flask in his direction, offering. BJ holds out his own cup. This is feeling... This is feeling a little too close to Korea, all of a sudden, even though they're smack dab in the middle of California. And the liquor burns harsh and familiar down BJ's throat.

He coughs. “You make this yourself, Hawk?”

Hawkeye grins. “A guy's gotta have a hobby. And most of mine dried up after the war.”

BJ assumes he's referring to chasing nurses. He sure spent enough time at it – even if he was never all that successful.

Before BJ can get too far into asking Hawkeye about his triumphs or trials in the pursuit of the fairer sex – always sure to elicit an amusing (or steamy) anecdote – the waitress returns to take their order.

Hawkeye gets a hamburger and french fries. BJ orders a chicken sandwich and Hawkeye flinches so he orders a hamburger instead. And when the food gets there, Hawkeye devours his meal ravenously while BJ chats about Erin's recent trials with attending daycare since Peg is out of the house some days for her real estate career.

Hawkeye's obviously not one for conversation tonight, so BJ just keeps talking about his wife and his life and his beautiful, perfect, wonderful daughter. And Hawkeye sits in the booth, leg jittering against the tabletop and he tears his napkin into shreds and lets them snow down onto his empty plate. And when the waitress stops by again to top up their coffees, Hawkeye drinks about half the cup all in one go and then refills it with moonshine.

He's so alike and unlike the Hawkeye from Korea. The Hawkeye BJ knows more intimately than pretty much anyone other than his wife. And BJ can catch glimpses of that man in Hawkeye's gestures or his terrible honking laugh. But in a lot of ways he's a complete stranger. And it's difficult to sit there in the diner – in the real world – with this man that's half myth and half ghost and from a part of BJ's life that he'd honestly rather forget.

It's almost a relief to settle up and get back in the car. Hawkeye isn't asleep, BJ doesn't think. But he is quiet and still and content to just stare out the window into the empty dark.

In the car, in the dark, nothing is real. It's not like the harsh light of the diner where he can see Hawkeye. Here, BJ can pretend that nothing about what's happening is strange. He can pretend everything is normal.

But eventually it gets late enough that he's got to stop driving or he's going to fall asleep at the wheel and run them both into a ditch. BJ pulls into the first motel he comes across. And it's shabby and rundown, but a far sight better than a tent in Korea, which is where he half expects to collapse tonight, stuck as he is between past and present, waking and dreaming.

The only problem is that there's only the one bed.

BJ offers to sleep on the floor. But Hawkeye says he's being stupid and that it's not like they haven't slept together before. Which, that's stretching the truth a little. But BJ doesn't really want to sleep on the floor.

So that's how he finds himself laying in bed with Hawkeye - who's obviously still awake, BJ can see the gleam of his eyes in the dark – and feeling intensely awkward about it. It's a double bed, but they're both tall. BJ could probably fill up the bed all on his own. It's difficult to keep from touching Hawkeye - especially because if this were him and Peg, BJ would be spooning his wife, curling around her back, holding her in his arms. And BJ hasn't really slept with anyone other than her for a long time. Which is why he has to fight himself not to do the same with Hawkeye. A Hawkeye who's whispering a soft goodnight into the darkness between them.

BJ turns to face away from him and tries to go to sleep.

He wakes up to Hawkeye sitting bolt upright in bed, tears streaming down his face, absolutely dead silent as he cries.

BJ reaches a tentative hand out, lays it whisper light on Hawkeye's shoulder. “You ok, Hawk?”

Hawkeye turns his unseeing eyes to BJ, tear tracks gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the motel curtains. Blinks a few times, as if he's surprised to find BJ really there. Reaches out with a trembling hand to brush the tips of his fingers butterfly gentle against BJ's cheek.

“Beej?”

“Yeah, Hawk. I'm here.”

Hawkeye crumples forward into BJ's chest. And BJ holds him in his arms. Feels the silent sobs that wrack his skinny back.

“I dreamed that this was all a dream,” Hawkeye whispers into the join of BJ's neck. “That I'd lost you and I couldn't find you – no matter how much I looked and looked and looked.”

BJ gathers Hawkeye closer. “I'm right here, Hawkeye. And I'm not going anywhere.”

Hawkeye pulls away from BJ's arms. Looks up at him – and he looks, he looks sad and understanding and gentle. “Everyone leaves sometime, Beej. I won't hold it against you.”

And then Hawkeye's getting out of bed to go take a shower.

BJ feels strangely bereft without Hawkeye in his arms, so he busies himself getting ready to leave. It's still disgustingly early – the eastern sky just barely starting to turn pink – but it's not far to Los Angeles now. And BJ doesn't really want to spend any more time in this dingy, claustrophobic hotel room than he has to.

When they descend into Santa Monica, Hawkeye perks up from where he'd been sitting listless in the passenger seat. He practically has his head sticking out the window like Waggles does, staring out at the silvery gleam of sunlight on the ocean. Practically vibrating in his seat at the knowledge that they're getting close to the sandy beaches his heart desires.

BJ exits off of Route 5 and takes them through the wide boulevards and down to the beach.

Hawkeye grabs his arm on the steering wheel. “Look, Beej! Palm trees!”

“Yeah, Hawk. Just as advertised.” BJ smiles at Hawkeye fondly. His excitement is infectious. Buoying.

So different from his mood just a few hours earlier.

When they get to the actual beach, BJ has barely parked the car before Hawkeye's flinging himself out of it and down onto the sand. A cacophony of seagulls spirals into the sky, squawking at being disturbed by a six-foot plus lunatic sprinting towards the water.

BJ watches, amused and perplexed as Hawkeye starts throwing his clothes off with wild abandon, stripping until he's down to his skivvies, barely halting his headlong scramble towards the water. And he switches to genuine incredulity when the now mostly naked Hawkeye flings himself into the surf, struggling out past the breakers, until he's genuinely swimming in the marginally calmer water of the Pacific Ocean.

“Jesus Christ, Hawk,” BJ calls out to him from the beach. “Come back up here, you loon. You're going to get hypothermia.”

Hawkeye grins back at BJ as he floats serenely on his back, waves bobbing him gently up and down, hiding and revealing him from BJ's view. “Good thing I know a doctor then, huh Beej?”

But Hawkeye does eventually emerge from the water, shaking himself kind of dry – and splashing freezing water all over BJ's shirt. He's smiling big and genuine, and BJ thinks this whole trip was worth it just for this moment. Just to see Hawkeye look happy and unburdened and mischievous like he used to look. Like he looks in all of BJ's best memories of Korea.

BJ thinks he could stand to stick around Santa Monica a while longer. So they get Hawkeye dried off and bundled up in dry clothes and they head for a little cafe just off the beach so they can eat breakfast. By which BJ means he eats breakfast and Hawkeye drinks five cups of coffee and steals one piece of BJ's toast. But it's an improvement on yesterday morning.

And then they bum around the waterfront, stopping in at the little tourist traps, showing each other dumb knickknacks. Hawkeye discovers an especially hideous Hawaiian shirt at one of the stores - and almost talks BJ into buying it before common sense (and the thought of Peg's reaction) prevail. Hawkeye pouts, but grudgingly admits that a shirt covered in scantily clad hula girls might not be the best thing to bring home to one's wife. Though it's not like he knows what wives do or don't like, Beej, honestly. And BJ supposes that's true enough.

Eventually, it gets to be late enough in the day that other, far more sane people start gathering on the beach to swim or sunbathe or whatever. And Hawkeye takes this as his cue to drag BJ back to the sun and sand and palm trees he's so obsessed with. BJ goes willingly enough, truth be told – Hawkeye's led him far more terrible places than the Santa Monica public beach.

And it's nice to laze around in the sunshine with Hawkeye reading next to him, shaded by the parasol he'd brought along in his ratty army duffel. Honestly, BJ's heartened by the fact that Hawkeye planned this trip out well enough to bring things like swim trunks and sun block and a truly terrible pair of Groucho glasses instead of sunglasses. It makes all of this feel more like a prank and less like Hawkeye's unraveling again.

It makes BJ almost happy to remember all the trouble they used to get up to. Makes him able to tell stories back and forth with Hawkeye, able to quibble about the details when one of them insists the other had been responsible for whatever part of their prank had gone wrong. Hell, they even reminisce about Charles, and that's someone BJ had been more than happy to never think about again.

Anyway, it's all really nice. A nice vacation from the real world.

But that's all it is. All it can ever be. Because he's got a wife and a kid and a life waiting back for him in San Francisco. And Hawkeye's probably got a half dozen girls waiting by the phone for him to call.

“C'mon, Hawk.” BJ claps his hands brusquely and stands. “We should probably start heading home if we want to get in by dinner time.”

Hawkeye looks up at him from behind those stupid, stupid glasses. And it's hard to tell, but he might just look as conflicted about leaving as BJ feels.

“Yeah, ok, Beej.” Hawkeye stands and brushes sand off of his trunks. Starts putting away his beach towel and umbrella. Knocks against BJ's shoulder, a friendly little nudge. “This sure was fun while it lasted, though. Kinda wish we could've stayed here forever.”

BJ nudges him back. Gets him moving in the direction of the car. “You can always come back again.”

Hawkeye smiles sadly. “It wouldn't be the same.”

And then they pile into the car to head back to San Francisco. Hawkeye stares out the window again, curled up against the passenger door. Obviously not feeling like talking any more. So BJ just concentrates on navigating the way home.

The drive goes much faster this time, probably because they don't stop anywhere. And because BJ's a little lost in thought. Seeing Hawkeye again has brought up a lot of memories he'd done his best to bury when he went home to Peg and Erin and real life. The station wagon's bench seats feel full of ghosts.

None more haunting than Hawkeye Pierce – famed in song and story – a half buried memory of the worst parts of BJ's life. And currently curled up in the front seat of BJ's car like the remnant of a terrible, wonderful dream. So he's got a lot to think about.

It's no wonder BJ startles when Hawkeye brings a gentle hand to his shoulder. They're home. And they've apparently been sitting in the driveway for a while if Hawkeye's teasing, “Nice of you to join us, Beej,” is any indication.

“Sorry, Hawk. Lost in thought.”

“Well, don't hurt yourself.” Hawkeye smiles bright and warm. Like the sun.

And then they're both turning sideways to face one another. Hawkeye's hand is still on BJ's shoulder, light but so, so heavy.

And then Hawkeye kisses him. Sweet and chaste and far too brief.

And BJ wants to cry at how right it feels. How much of a culmination of their entire tumultuous friendship it feels.

At how much it feels like goodbye.

“C'mon, Beej. Let's get you home.”

Hawkeye claps BJ with the hand on his shoulder, brusque and friendly. And Peg's standing on the front porch, waiting for him. And Hawkeye's got a Greyhound ticket back to Maine in his pocket.

They leave the car and head into the house.

#mash #hunnihawk #this isn't particularly happy #hawkeye has some serious issues #and bj's repressed #sort of unrequited feelings #kinda a road trip fic if you squint

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nukapind · 4 years ago

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Could you maybe do like Dabi x cat girl y/n however you’d like

Cat and Mouse (Dabi x Reader)

This was interesting because I don’t think I’ve written for a cat reader??? Back in my wattpad days, that stuff was called neko lmao, but I think catgirl/catboy actually sounds better idk. Also I’m back from my break a lil early so I guess this fic could be a late Christmas present to y’all. Anyways, feel free to drop a request in the ask box. And, as always, this was crossposted to my AO3.

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The hiss you let out didn’t seem to deter Dabi at all, seeing as he ignored it and made himself right at home on the barstool next to you. The smirk on his face only enforced the fact that he’d done it on purpose, despite your warnings.

But then again, Dabi always did what he wanted.

Your ears twitched slightly at every move he made, rolling the beer glass in his hands slowly— his eyes glancing over at the twitching of your ears with a smug sheen in them. It was so damn annoying whenever he was like this, he delighted in being a nuisance sometimes.

Your reactions were everything he wanted though, every move he made had purpose and thought. Your little hisses and twitches were what he craved, knowing that you had enough interest in him to watch him this intently? It made him wonder just how far he could push you, after all, every little reaction you showed exactly how much power he had over you.

“So Kitty, did you hear about the new job?” He kept his voice uninterested, but he was all too ready for this. Once your tail whipped back and forth and pupils narrowed at him, he knew that he was in for a treat.

“I’m not your kitty.” It was a simple protest as you toyed with your glass of water slightly, pushing it across the counter. That sleazy smile found its way back up to his face, you made it too easy. “Didn’t say you were mine, want to be my kitten?” His voice rasped— judging by the way your tail stilled, you may have wanted just that.

“I’m with Toga for the mission, I have to grab a badge off the security guard for us to get in.” You glossed over his question, trying not to give any indication of your own thoughts, definitely not wanting to give away how nice you thought his voice sounded as he’d purr into your ear— Dabi would have a field day if you showed any desire towards him and you didn’t quite feel like melting into a puddle of embarrassment today.

He clicked his tongue at that, obviously dissatisfied with your response, but nevertheless took a swig of his beer instead. Your eyes momentarily locked on his lips wrapping around the glass rim before darting back down to your own glass. And yet, he still seemed to catch it— holding back a snort at your behavior. It was so easy for him at this point, apparently you didn’t carry as much of your feline stealth when it came to him. Amusing as it was, he always enjoyed all of these little discussions with you— this game of cat and mouse was always fun to him— seeing just how far he could push you without saying a single word. Hell, he hadn’t even been trying anything and yet you were still after him like a flustered girl trying to hide that she was in love.

But playing cat and mouse was getting boring, he wanted to have you. Some days, having a little bit of light in this shitty lifestyle would be nice. He’d see that light the most around you: teeth bared and claws ready to attack. Fighting by your side was the highlight of missions: seeing you next to him, knowing you’d have his back against these heroes? It was something out of a twisted fairytale.

“Just say that you want me Kitten, and you’ll have me a lot sooner.” Your indignant sputters meant nothing to his ears, the darkening of your cheeks and avoidance of his gaze were what mattered to him.

“I don’t want you at all Dabi.” That had to be the worst lie that had ever come out of your mouth, it would have almost stung if there’d been any bite to it— but Dabi just grinned instead, you were such a terrible liar. With his beer in his hand, he stood up, leaning close to your ear.

“You sure about that Kitty Girl?” Hot breath tickled your ear, nearly jolting you out of your seat. Shudders ran down your spine and your tail was practically quivering. Hands fumbled with your glass and you bit your lip.

He had to know what he was doing, your chest felt like it was about to burst, heart hammering in your chest loudly— hell, maybe he could even hear it, he was certainly close enough. Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “I said ‘m not your kitty.” Teeth teasingly nipped at your ear, making you jolt in your seat.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly into place. “You sure about that Kitty Girl? You’re fucking purring, I don’t think any of that scum out there can make you like this: like I do.” The soft rumbling in your chest quickly ceased as soon as he’d pointed it out— hopefully he wouldn’t notice the warmth that sprung to your face. And unfortunately, he was right. Spinner, Compress, and Shigaraki sure as hell didn’t make you react like this— never had anyone made you like this before Dabi sauntered into your life.

His hand dipped to your hip, slowly making its way to play with your tail. “So let’s talk, Kitten. Use your words and I’ll give you what you want.” Your chest nearly rumbled with another purr once more as his fingertips lightly stroked the soft fur. Biting your tongue, you shook your head adamantly— you’d earned a cynical chuckle from him.

“Then how about I guess, Doll? I think you actually want to be my kitten.” The hand playing with your tail dragged its way back up, now tracing along your throat lightly. “And I think you want a cute little collar to let the whole fucking world know that you’re mine. Is that it?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded slowly and could practically feel his smirk.

“Well then Kitty, I think you’ve been playing for way too long. You have a lot to make up for now.” The room was stifling, and once again you nodded— it’d be a death wish to do anything else. You really were in for it now.

But by god, you were glad this game of cat and mouse was ending.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years ago

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Impress Me

Jake Jensen x Single Mom!Reader

Warnings: Language, Porn Mentions (Use of MILF) Summary: All you wanted was to go to your daughter’s soccer game and an couple of assholes took their damn time to get rid of their abnormally large hummer. The driver happened to be a bit attractive and end up your way again.

Nothing like a nice Jake Jensen fic for all you beautiful people out there!

This is a true story that happened yesterday, the guy parked like an asshole with a large hummer and to tell you, our town is not a big place so there is no point on driving a large vehicle to show off chicks. It ain’t cool.

Unless you’re Jake Jensen and/or Chris Evans

You were rushing around the house, searching every room for the item that had been missing since. Your daughter, Ava, couldn’t stop asking for it. It was important for her game. “Mom, have you found them yet?” She shouts from the living room. You groan at her last and final shout as you lifted yourself up from looking under the bed.

“No, Ava!” You sighed, “You sure you didn’t leave them at grandma’s house?” Your sister comes in and she already had your daughter’s duffel bag. “The game doesn’t start in another hour. You can stop at the sports shop and get new cleats.”

You groan and turn to see your daughter and sister. “Okay. Sweetheart, I’m gonna grab you new ones, okay?”

Ava pouts, “But I loved those shoes.”

You roll your eyes, “Ava, just this one time, okay? After this, we can call grandma. Do you remember what size you got?” Your sister looks at you strangely while your daughter crosses her arms, “As a mom, shouldn’t you know that?”

You nod awkwardly and turned, “Yeah, um, Liz, can you take her there? I’ll meet you guys there.” Your sister nods and reaches for your daughter, “Come on, Ava. Let’s go.” Your daughter follows your sister out and you let out a sigh. Taking another look in every room, searching every crevice and no sign of your daughters shoes.

And they were neon yellow shoes, you could’ve saw them anywhere with the bright highlight.

With that said, you took your keys and hopped in the car. Luckily the sports shop was not that far from the field where your daughter would be playing at. Your sister kept you updated that Ava’s shoes weren’t in her car or the bag. You knew they had to be at your mom’s house.

Maybe at your ex-husband’s house. Shit. Not long ago, you filed the papers. It was nothing involved with your daughter. You both started to fade apart. He wasn’t rude or a penniless guy. There was something you both knew it wasn’t gonna keep up.

Especially for Ava, you both shut down for some reason.

After that, you had custody for Ava but she always visited her father 5 times a month. Soccer was coming from her dad. He taught her everything and he signed her up for soccer. He still supported her. You liked him for that.

He came to games if he could. His work always got to him, but he always made plans for Ava. You just never saw yourself having a future with him no more. But for Ava. Of course.

You pulled into the parking lot just in front of the store, seeing people go in and out of it as you rummaged in your bag for your card and you lifted your sunglasses on top of your head.

You stepped out and rushed in, asking the worker where the soccer shoes were, he happily took you over. Shin guards, soccer balls, jersey’s, you found the cleats just on the end. You almost bump into a couple of men in the aisle. One of them let out a ‘woah’.

“Sorry,” You say kindly, the man grins, “You’re good, ma’am.” The three other men, one wore a cowboy hat, one with a grey beard but looked intimidating and a taller man who look twice as much. A woman happened to be with them as well.

“Pooch,” The beard man says as you raced down the hall, the man turns, “What?” The two men shook their heads at the guy. “Have you guys seen Jensen?” You ignore their conversation and searched the right size of shoes. You spot the ones that looked like your daughter’s.

You reached up and take them in hand, immediately running back to the cashier. You reached for your phone and see a text from your sister. They’re already stretching on the field. You groan and did all your swiping and pin code. Not taking your receipt, you ran out the door.

Coming to a stop once you met the front of your car, you groan.

A hummer parked next to yours. “How am I-?” You throw your arms up and sighed. You hear someone come by and they head to the hummer. “Excuse me,” You ask, the man turns and jerks his chin up. “Yeah?”

You point, “Is this your hummer?”

The man turns to the large car and nods, “Yeah?” You point toward your car, this time, “I can’t get in my car. Can you park somewhere else?” The man walks up to meet your side and see the problem. He then points, “I’m in the line, so I don’t think it’s a problem. Just squeeze through. You look small enough to do it.”

You gawk at him, “Excuse me?”

The man holds his hands up, “Sorry. Just hop in your passenger seat and slide in-”

“Just move the damn hummer!” You say, the man laughs and reached for his chest. “I have friends inside, can you just wait for a couple minutes. They’ll be out in a second.”

“I’m in a rush! My daughter has a game!”

He nods, “I can see that. I can go grab my friends and I’ll move the hummer.” You would’ve kicked the front of his car, pull the crowbar that hadn’t been used for a situation like this from your trunk and go psycho. All you could do was throw your arm up, “Fine. Asshole.” You walk to your passenger side and threw your purse in the back.

You start to lean in till you lifted your head up to look at him again, “You know, this town doesn’t feel impressed by your huge ass vehicle. It just makes you more of an asshole.”

The man puts his hands on his hips and quirks a grin, “I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. But I’m glad you kept me informed about it.” You hopped in the passenger seat and would’ve been in the most awkward situation when the man watched you slide your ass into the driver’s seat.

You sighed heavily, turning on your car and stared at the man. You look down to the center console and saw your drink. Your eyes lifted up to him.

You rolled your window down and grabbed your cup. “Hey, asshole!” You called out, the man and held the cup out. “How’s this to impress you?” The man’s face drops when you open the lid.

“No, wait-!” You dump the drink over the side of his hummer and you threw the cup on the floor of your car and pulled out. The man reaches for his head and drops them to look at you. You didn’t look back. But hell, did it feel good. Never in your life ever stood up like that for an asshole. But why the heck did he look good?

He groans to see the liquid drip down the side of the hummer as his friends come out.

“Hey, Jensen, you ready-? Woah, what happened here?” Pooch asks, seeing the spill on the door. Roque sighs, “Who’d you piss off this time?” He asks, Jensen shook his head and opens the door. “Just shut up, we’re gonna be late for my niece’s game.”

The group look at each other and gave questioned looks before jumping in.

“Mom!” Ava calls, you rush over to her and sat her down. “Here, let me help,” You got down on your knee and began to slip on her new shoes, tying them and making sure they were a perfect fit. You thanked God they did. Ava grins, “Thanks, mama.”

You grin and nod, “You’re welcome. Now, go have fun.” Ava smiles, jumping onto her feet to head on the field with her team. Her pink jersey with the number 5, you loved seeing her in her jersey. She sometimes wore it around the house and knew how passion for soccer.

You always saw your ex-husband in her.

Somewhere in the bleachers, someone was bursting out in laughter before slapping the man’s shoulder beside them. “You pissed off a woman for not moving the hummer? You really are a dick-”

“Hey, some people should be able to use that rock in their head that they call a brain,” Jensen says, glaring at Pooch. Cougar leans over, “Roque’s right, though. You really made a dick move.”

Jensen shakes his head, turning to the field to see his niece out in her pink jersey with the Petunias. He sees another girl run for the group and playfully tackles his neice making him grin. His eyes seemed to follow where the girl had ran from, seeing a familiar woman on the sideline.

“Shit,” He grits.

Pooch turns, “What’s up, now?” Jensen leans back a bit and inhales, “She’s here.” All three men, Pooch, Roque and Cougar look around. “Oh, shit! Where? Is she cute? Hot?” Pooch asks.

Cougar used his binoculars and spots her. “Hey, she’s the girl Pooch was flirting with.” Pooch glares, “What? I was not! Give me that!” He snatches the binoculars and looks down. “Oh yeah...” He says, seeing you walk up to the bleachers.

“That’s her?” Pooch asks, staring at Jensen who shook his head. “What a coincidence that her daughter is friend’s with my niece.” Roque pats Jensen’s back like a proud man, “A mom? Is she single?” Jensen grimaces at him. Pooch cackles, “Ah-ha! This man got himself a MILF-!”

“Can you guys shut up? We’re at a kids game!” Jensen shouts, the parents around the group glare at them, causing all of them to shut up for a second. Jensen leans back to the boys, “I don’t know if she’s single. What I do know is that you all are thinking the wrong thing.”

Roque chuckles, “You turned red the second you saw her-”

“You know, I’m gonna move down,” Jensen began to stand up and move while Roque grabs him before he could. “Ah-ah. No, you aren’t. You’re watching her,” He says, Jake shakes his head. “I’m not watching her. What do you think I am, a freak?”

“Be sure to wave,” Roque waves over to you and Jensen turns to see your face look over and he immediately leans back. “Roque, dammit!” He grits. Luckily you don’t notice Roque waving as you turned away and spoke to your sister. Pooch purrs, “Ooh. She’s got a friend.”

“Guys, can you cut that out. The game is about to start.”

You sigh in relief and watched your daughter run to the sideline with her group. Your sister turns to you, “What’s up with you?” You turn to her and furrowed your brows. “What?”

She grins, “Look, your daughter’s out there and that Hummer asshole is not gonna bother you anymore. Just let it go.” You shook your head and saw that the game began to start. With that, you quietly watched the game and cheered when the Petunias made a goal.

Halfway through the game, the Petunias were in the lead. Ava was on a roll and you were proud of her. The other team looked defeated but the kids were all tired. You were sure Ava was tired as well.

You watched as Ava took the ball from the other team causing you to jump up. “Yes!” You shout, “Go baby!” You watched as the other girl beside her runs to her side.

Roque touched Jensen’s shoulder and pointed, “Look.” Jensen turns to you on your feet, cheering. Jensen looked out to the field and saw what had to be your kid. She had the ball, but then he noticed his niece run up and collides with your daughter. “Oh!” His boys all say loudly as the two girls fall on the field.

Jensen stands up, “I gotta-Hey!” Your sister stands up as you rush down the bleachers to your daughter on the ground. The coach blows her whistle. “Ava! Hey, are you okay?” You asked, your daughter nods while you look to the other girl.

Number 21.

“Hey, sweetie, you alright?” You hear clamoring behind you, a man runs up to what may be his kid. “Hey, you alright?” He asks, he lifts up his head to see you. Your sister runs up, “Excuse me? Your daughter needs to watch where she runs-” You stammer toward your sister yelling. Jensen furrows his brows, “She was trying to help! The field is slippery, I saw her slip.”

“Liz-”

“Well, tell your daughter to watch her footing,” Your sister grabs your daughter’s shoulder and guides her to the bench. “She’s my niece, actually,” Jensen adds. You watched him as he nods once, “Hi. Nice to see you again.” You turn away and followed your sister to have Ava sit down for the rest of the game.

Jensen checked on his niece and made it back to his friends, Clay was laughing. “Wow, that was a scene to watch.” Pooch cackles, “Her sister was feisty. What’d she say?” He asks. Jensen sits down and looks over to you and your daughter.

Going back to watch the game. Luckily the Petunias had won and Ava was feeling a bit better after she hit her head pretty hard. With enough water, you took your daughter’s gear and packed it up.

You settled Ava in the back of your car, “Wait, mom,” She says, stopping you from closing the door. You nod, “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot my bottle at the bench,” She says. You look over to the field, seeing a couple of people leaving and packing up. You gave her a nod, “I’ll go look for it. The air is on so you can stay cool. I’ll be back.” Ava nods as you closed the door and made your way back to the field.

Everyone seemed to be gone and emptied the field for you to be able to search for a bright blue bottle.

You checked the bench where you last sat, you peer up on the bleachers to see water bottles, other things but not your daughter’s water bottle. You sighed till someone spoke up.

“I’m assuming you’re looking for this,” A familiar voice said, you turn to see the hot blonde guy you dumped your whole drink on his hummer. He grins, eyes squinting from the sun shining in his face. “Your daughter is number 5, I saw her little name on the bottom of the bottle with her number. I thought I’d have to chase you or meet you at another game.”

You take the bottle into your hand and grinned slightly, “Thank you.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and you held the bottle tight in your hands. He nods, “Not trying to impress you with my charms, this is just being nice for you. You seem kind of out of it today.”

“Yeah, I-...” You shake your head, “I’m sorry I dumped my drink over your car. I was just stressed from the past week and-”

He lifts his hand up, “It’s all right. I understand. I know a thing or two about chasing soccer gear for family.”

You grinned, “She’s your niece?” Jake turns to his niece down the field with his buds all cheering for her, he nods. “Yeah, my sister is on a business trip. I know how passionate my niece is with soccer. Your daughter is one tough player. She took the hit like no other. I’d see them cry after.”

You smiled, “Yeah, well, she gets it from her father.” Jensen didn’t notice a man with you during the game. Was he the type to not make it? So much for making a move by Roque’s advice to apologize and ask you out.

“Didn’t make it?” He asked.

You peer up at him in question. He lowers his head, “Sorry.” You look down at your daughter’s bottle and sighed. “He only sees her 5 times a month.” Jensen glances up to you again. “Makes it to a couple games and he spends time with her on the field to practice,” You say.

Jensen nods and turns to see his friends were gone. He turns back to you and grins, “Can I take you back to your car?” You didn’t know this side of this guy. And hell, you felt even more bad on how this guy was nice but can be such an asshole sometimes.

He was like no other.

You agreed and walked back to the lot with him, “The name’s Jensen, by the way. Jake Jensen,” He says, you look over, “My friends call me by my last but you don’t have to.”

You pull the corner of your lip and nodded, “I’ll decide on it.” Jake smiles at you and the two of you look forward to see the same hummer beside your car. Just like last time. Jensen curses under his breath. Roque opens the driver door and peaks out. “Aye, Jensen, what took you so long?” He asks, a huge grin forming on his lips. Jake turns to you to see the silent glare as he nods, “I’ll move the hummer this time.” You grin.

“You better.”

You watch as he rushes over to the front seat, pushing Roque into the back. He rolls his window down and pulls out, giving you the chance to hop in your car. With a small grin, you opened your car door. Jensen grins, “You know, if you really wanted to impress me, you find the day to go out!” He says.

You lightly laugh and shook your head. “I’ll see you at the next game, Hummer boy.” Jensen rolls the window back up with a smile as you hopped in your car. Your daughter completely confused.

“Who was that?” You turned on your car with a small smile, “A new friend.” Ava leans back in her seat and looks out the window, nodding. “I like him.” You hear from her, causing you to look in the rear view mirror to see her eyes look out the window. You then pull out.

“You asked out a single mom?” Pooch asks, he pats Jensen’s shoulder, “Way to go, man!”

“Hummer boy? Looks like someone’s got a nickname,” Roque laughs making everyone in the car laugh. Jensen shakes his head, “It was a joke, now shut up, I’m driving.” Through the rest of the day, his buds teased him, pushed him around like he was the young guy in the group.

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bffsoobin · 4 years ago

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lean on me

↳ finals week was looming and the world only continued to pile on. pushing the limits of the human brain became your new full time job as you tried to cram every piece of information into your head. one late night at the library becomes the straw that breaks the camel’s back and Taehyun comes to the rescue.

➤ slight angst, fluff, college!au

Word Count: 1,881

Requested?: yes

Warnings: self doubt and language!

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t reflective of what actual finals week feels like, lmao. I only had one finals week this year and I go to a liberal arts college where finals are “encouraged but not required”. Considering that, I tried my best to channel into my general stress from the week before winter break where all of my profs decided to have huge things due. Anywhooooo- the normal warnings that I didn’t proof read or edit apply here as always!

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The words on your notebook seemed to be running together more severely the longer you stared at them. You weren’t sure how long you had been trying to absorb the notes from your entire semester of lectures, but you felt as if you had been sitting in the desk chair for about five years. Rolling your shoulders back only relieved some of the tension in your muscles. With a heaving sigh, you made a shaky note in your planner to schedule with your chiropractor at the end of the week.

Finals week was shaping up to kill you. It was Saturday night, but instead of partying or spending the night cuddled up with your boyfriend, you were melting your brain into mush in the library. In a futile attempt to soothe the headache stinging behind your eyes, you pressed the heel of your palm into your forehead. Nothing changed other than the amount of frustration bottled up inside your chest. When you had scheduled at the beginning of the semester, your advisor warned you against taking all of these classes at once. As you added up all the material you needed to review, you could see why she had seemed so spooked for you.

Of course you had kept up all semester, but none of that seemed to matter right now as you were staring at two large presentations, three essays and two 3 hour long exams in the face. So that’s why you were here, occupying an entire table with highlighted notes and annotated textbooks. Truthfully, you had no clue what time it was as you pulled your computer closer to work on your presentation slides. For a class that you took as an elective, Art History has proven to be a complete pain in the ass. Clicking through your partially finished presentation, you suddenly became overwhelmed with the true gravity of the week ahead. All you wanted to do was crawl underneath the table and curl into a ball, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you that procrastinating would only make this week so much worse.

With a sigh you settled further into your seat and steadied your hands on your laptop keyboard and waited for motivation to strike. Your fingers skimmed over the keys for a few seconds as you typed half a bullet point and deleted it, unhappy with the wording. You glanced over at your notes, searching for a certain statistic that you knew was hiding somewhere in the pages. Where the hell was it? Moving the notebook closer to your face didn’t give you the insight you hoped it would as you continued to struggle. Irritation had you pulling at the roots of your hair as you continued to scan the pages within the chapter you had chosen to report on for your final project.

You whined quietly, knowing that your overtired eyes were keeping you from advancing through the one thing you had for sure wanted to accomplish tonight.

“Fine,” you mumbled, “I guess I can just study for Chemistry.” The sound of your laptop snapping shut resonated through the sparsely populated library and made you cringe. Too lazy to actually pick up the hulking textbook, you simply pulled it toward you and watched the cover glide over the sleek library table. Fatigue was clawing at the back of your eyes, begging for you to succumb and lay down to drool on your much too expensive textbook. You fought off the urge with a quick swig of your iced coffee and a pinch to the fat of your cheek.

You still weren’t sure how long you’d been studying, but you felt as if your brain was about to explode cartoon style all over the wall. Even your favorite vanilla iced coffee had done nothing to increase your awareness, as you found yourself stuck in the perpetual loop of rereading a single paragraph about how to do gram to mole conversions. In the back of your mind, you knew it was time to pack up and go home. It was only now that you heard the insistent humming of the fluorescent lights that dotted the ceiling sporadically. Your left eye twitched. It was time to admit defeat and make the walk back to your apartment.

The night was surprisingly calm, and even in the late hour (early morning?) the air was infused with a comfortable warmth that made you feel a bit more at ease despite the looming tension headache you could feel. With the route memorized and your body set on the soft embrace of your bed, the walk back to your apartment was quick and easy. Once you stepped inside, you noticed lights on in the small kitchen and the low hum of a comedy special on the television. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sound of hurried footsteps heading toward the front door. Taehyun.

Your boyfriend stood in front of you, mouth open wide and eyes scrunched together in worry. An apology was already on the tip of your tongue before he began to speak.

“Where have you been?” his words were saturated with a level of concern that made your heart crack like an eggshell. “I texted and called you all night! I was so worried, Y/N. Do you even know what time it is?” You noticed that his hair was ruffled and the way that half circles of darkness underlined his usually bright eyes before your brain could even register the weak timbre of his voice.

What you wouldn’t give to melt into your slightly scuffed wooden floors. At the mention of time, you dug into the front pocket of your bookbag until you found the piece of technology you had inadvertently ignored almost all day. In bright, glaring numbers it read 1:34. You winced at the time combined with the bundled up text and call notifications, all from Taehyun.

“I’m so sorry,” your voice dwindled as the full weight of your mistake settled into your chest. The idea of Taehyun sitting around your shared apartment all night, alone and worrying about you, pulled a shaky sob from your chest. You risked a glance his way and soon became helpless to the dam of pent up emotions finally breaking down. “I didn’t,” you sucked in a shuddering breath, “mean to leave you hanging I-I just,” your voice runs dry and sticks in your throat as hot tears continue to streak down your cheeks. Taehyun’s feet, encased in the socks you had gotten him for your anniversary, entered your limited field of view before you felt his arms fastening around your shaking form. His familiar scent only sent you straight into even more upset.

“I was at the library studying all night and I forgot to tell you- god, how could I forget? I’m so sorry, Taehyun, I’ve just been so overwhelmed with all my finals and I was trying not to get distracted so I put my phone away-” Taehyun shushed you, carding through your hair with a careful hand as you cried into his sweater.

“It’s okay, love. I was just worried that you were hurt, I’m not mad about it, I promise. I know you’re overwhelmed with finals,” he gently guided you toward your shared bedroom as you continued to gasp for air through your tears.

“No! I was a bad girlfriend. You deserve to be mad at me! I could have just sent you a text but I was too stupid to even think about that,” you sniffled until you felt like your nose was no longer running. Taehyun tutted in disagreement as he finally sat you down against your plush pillows.

“Do not ever,” he grabbed a tissue and wiped the most obvious tears off of your face, “say that you’re a bad girlfriend. You’re just forgetful sometimes. Focused on one thing at a time. I know that you’re worried about finals, and I didn’t mean to make you feel any worse,” he kept his gaze steady on you even as you felt the urge to look away. You knew he was right. Your stress had been mounting so high that the mere thought of Taehyun being upset with you had overfilled your glass.

Taehyun turned away from you and for a second your breath stilled in your lungs. Was he actually mad? Was he collecting his thoughts before explaining all the scenarios he had worried over while you were gone? In the midst of your worrying, you had missed the way he rifled through your drawers to find you an outfit which he settled gently onto your lap.

“Here,” his voice was impossibly soft, “get changed, you’ve been wearing that since we went for lunch earlier.” Like his words had casted a magic spell, you registered the uncomfortable pinch from the waistband of your jeans and got up to quickly change as he busied himself with pulling down the covers on your bed. He welcomed you into the bed with open arms that you readily crawled into. Admittedly, you still felt a bit like an awful person for not even texting him, but you knew there was nothing more you could say. Taehyun pulled you into his chest, intertwining your hands and wedging them between your bodies.

The position was warm and intimate and helped to soothe the headache still vibrating behind your eyes.

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” his nose was only inches away from yours, and you couldn’t resist the urge to bump them together. A wide smile sprawled onto his face. “You’re going to do amazing on finals, love. You always do. My smart baby,” a deep blush bloomed across your cheeks. For as long as you’d known and dated Taehyun, he never failed to fluster you with the right words. Taehyun’s eyes crinkled at your reaction.

“You’re my cute baby, too. You know what else I think about you?” His voice was lulling you into a sleep that you quite frankly hadn’t expected to come across so quickly. Lazily, you hummed in place of asking a question.

“I think you’re my baby who deserves to give herself a day off. You can’t run yourself ragged all week, love,” he carefully untangled your hands laying between the two of you to drag his fingers over the sensitive skin of your cheeks. “I hate seeing you so worn out, especially this early in the week. It scares me,” your eyes fluttered back open at the shake in his voice. A new stream of tears snuck out of your eye without you noticing.

“I’m sorry, Taehyun. I promise I’ll take tomorrow off. We can…” your mind blanked into a lovely fuzzy place as fatigue began to drag your eyelids down again. “I dunno, we can deal with that ‘morrow,” you offered weakly. Taehyun’s cool fingertips ghosted over your closed eyes as he hummed in agreement. He pulled you closer to his chest and you took the opportunity to tuck your face into his neck and sigh in content. A firm hand ran down the expanse of your back as all of your stress was carried away by peaceful slumber. No matter how crazy this week got, you knew you had Taehyun to lean on.

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Chapter 2 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sasuke skipped out during the cultural festival just like he did back in the last year of his middle school, content in hearing nothing but his own breath, the bustle outside his window, the sporadic chirping of the birds in early mornings and late afternoons, the shuffle of feet from his neighbors and the occasional clanking of dishes. When hours extended late into the evening, the activities would be replaced by the muffled night life that seemed like eons away but was actually just five blocks far and so he would pick out the drums, the bass drops, and the rave chaos and fall asleep when the crowds pack up, but not all days were like these. He would stay awake well past the closing time with silence confronting his consciousness, and his only friend would be the CD collection of a Japanese artist called The Charm Park from a previous tenant who left it behind. He spent his winter break like this.

When spring term came around, Sasuke noticed a shift around Naruto. The tiptoeing was still there, but it lessened to an extent where his classmates would greet him ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ while they walked to their hideout. He was right in not asking because the blonde eventually overshared everything.

The second years held an impromptu race before the culmination. Naruto, eager to get the front seat view, pushed against the crowds, incidentally landed on the track, became the representative of the first years, and won the race. Ultimately, it ended on a good note despite the rookie athletes being overshadowed, and Naruto’s bully magnet has transformed into some sort of people magnet. His classmates have asked him for lunch several times in the presence of Sasuke, but Naruto turned them down.

“You can ask for shares in their bento boxes or struck gold and have them make you one,” Sasuke said. “You don’t need to litter around here.”

“I feel sorry for you,” Naruto replied, grinning while handing him a juice carton.

It was cherry tomato flavored – an unusual choice for the simple-minded Naruto who would easily settle on an orange or grapefruit juice. Sasuke understood this was the blonde’s kind of pull on people, and he heard what he tried to say between the lines. “It’s the stares.”

“And the request for the background story no one really wants to hear.”

Sasuke sipped the last of the juice from the carton. “Just think of it as your villain origin story.”

“But I want to be a hero and do main character things!”

He crumpled the juice carton in his hands and playfully threw it towards Naruto, perfectly landing in the middle of the styled spikes. “You simpleton.” The blonde gave him an intense glare and threw the carton back to Sasuke, missing the small smile that formed on the latter’s lips.

When the last term wrapped up, student rankings were finally pinned in the major hallway entrance. Sasuke was itching to go home and eat a pack of instant ramen, but Naruto picked him up from his classroom and dragged him to the hallway. As usual, there were the awed and open-eyed stares, basically confirming that he placed first, but there was also clear contempt towards his nonchalance.

“You are really a genius, Sasuke.” Naruto patted him on the back – soft, gentle pats, reassuring, and proud. It was like the ones given to him by his parents when he placed first or won a contest. All of a sudden, the place was too stifling, and his hand unconsciously went to his throat to massage it, hoping he could get rid of the thing that was blocking his airway.

A hand with a bluish fingernail shot out from his dimming sight and brought him back to reality. It was Sakura holding out her hand for a handshake. “I guess you beat me…by 0.5 point.”

“You had a bet with Sasuke, Sakura?” Naruto asked. In between the cultural festival and the spring term, the two had become familiar with each other, occasionally greeting each other in the hallways between classes, but Sakura never had a direct interaction with Sasuke.

“Yes, during the cultural festival,” the walking cherry blossoms happily replied. Her hand was still struck out, earning questioning glances from the surrounding student body because who would dare ignore the unofficial darling of the school?

“It wasn’t a bet.” Sasuke tugged on Naruto’s collar. “Let’s go, Naruto.” He turned with the blonde in tow, but Hatake Kakashi blocked his way. He had on a protective stance with crossed arms and slight brow raise. The book he was always carrying was peeking out from his pants’ pocket.

“Don’t leave a girl waiting for a handshake, Mr. Uchiha. That’s disrespectful in a competition.” His lips were curved in that consistent ambiguous smile that highlighted the beauty mark on his chin. Kakashi firmly grabbed Sasuke’s hand in the next seconds and placed it on Sakura’s still open palm.

Contrary to his assumption, her palm was rugged with rough contours and with evident history of calluses – the hands of a hard worker. Sasuke wanted to blame his stored prejudices on her cherry pink hair. He looked up, annoyed and wanting to get his hand off from her hold but was frozen in place by the visible flush on her face. Oblivious of his effect, Kakashi’s grip remained on Sasuke’s hand in an attempt of a handshake. “That seals the deal this term. Looking forward to your competition next term.” The spectators rode on the teacher’s easy-going energy and shrugged off this weird encounter.

Naruto was the one who tugged on Sasuke’s collar and pulled him away from the crowd. The latter immediately shoved his hands inside his pockets and walked away briskly. Ever so briefly, Sasuke glanced back and saw Kakashi patting Sakura’s shoulder, probably offering congratulations, and validating her. He wondered whether the teacher noticed the subtle hair tuck or the redness of her ears and nape. Naruto’s arm blocked his view as the blonde placed it around his shoulders, snickering and praising his ‘friend’s genius skills’ all the way to the school gates where they eventually separated and welcomed the summer break.

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Not a week into summer Naruto hunted Sasuke down and knocked incessantly on his door. “Grumpy! Save me!”

“If you’re on the verge of dying, call 119.” Sasuke increased the volume of the cd player to drown out the noise. The knocks stopped after a few seconds which gave Sasuke temporary relief.

“Sasuke!”

Nope, he wasn’t gone. “What do you want?”

“Math remedial classes. In exchange, I have ramen.”

No one really visited him and so if he would open the door, Naruto would be his first ever visitor. Sasuke tried to ascertain his feelings – whether he was angry that someone intruded in his personal space or relieved he didn’t need to be alone with his thoughts.

“You better brought a lot,” Sasuke said as he opened the door. Naruto held up an eco-bag full of ramen, chips, and soda. On his other arm were their school books and Math notebook.

“You’re hopeless.” Naruto’s scores were averaging between 40s and 50s. “I thought you were on scholarship?”

“There’s no academic crap so I’m good.” Naruto kept on glancing around Sasuke’s apartment, noting the neat line-up of books, the opened cases of CDs, the lack of television, and the closed curtains over the wide full-length windows. “How come your apartment is cleaner and bigger? I could never keep my space clean. It takes so much energy!”

“I have the better side of the coin, remember?”

“Eh but your fridge is empty,” Naruto noted as he started to cook ramen.

“As if yours isn’t. Besides, don’t you need to study first?”

“No, no, no. Haven’t you heard of positive reinforcement? Incentive first before the hard work!”

For the next two weeks, Naruto came over with ramen packs and Sasuke would help him with Math classes. On the last day, he accompanied Naruto to school as the blonde submitted his requirements.

“Thank you, personal tutor. Because of you, I have passed my make-up classes and can now enjoy the remaining days of summer!” Naruto punched his fists in the air, invigorated by his academic freedom. “So what are your plans?”

“Leave me alone. That’s your payment.” Sasuke quickly said, followed with a sigh. His social battery was down, and he believed it was already swimming in negatives.

Naruto yelled a greeting to someone and damned if Sasuke knew who it was, but he was suddenly being dragged into a baseball field. Naruto had quite the strength, and Sasuke just knew he was lifting weights in his free time.

“Mind filling in? We’re just short for two in a practice game.”

“Yes, I mind,” Sasuke said without missing a beat. “Naruto, I hate you.”

Naruto gave him a very worn-out mitt while he swung the batt over his shoulder. “Just one game. I’ll have ramen delivered to your apartment.”

Sasuke released a sigh again. What a drag.

The players settled in their respective places, Sasuke stayed on the pitcher’s mound, and Naruto was the batter. The catcher signaled him to release the ball. Relying on his muscle memory, Sasuke pitched a curve ball towards Naruto, and the blonde easily hit it towards homerun.

“Sasuke! Great pitch!” Naruto ran towards him with his arms ready for a hug but Sasuke dodged the attempt.

“What a monster pitch. Are you sure you don’t want to try out?” the second years asked. Naruto was obviously very taken with the sport and didn’t miss the chance to start talking with the members. When the question was asked, he turned to Sasuke with a silent plea in his eyes, but Sasuke knew it wasn’t the place he can belong in.

“You have Naruto. He seems to be a great batter, don’t you think so?” Sasuke said.

“Well, if it came from the genius Uchiha Sasuke, then we gotta take Naruto in.”

Sasuke waved goodbye to Naruto who decided to stay for the remaining of the practice game. He didn’t have the energy to feel sorry for himself, having been left alone again by someone who found a better place. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t like baseball. It was his brother’s favorite game.

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“When is Itachi coming back?” He kept on rolling the car windows up and down on his side, sick of the sights of the endless sea and the cliffs. “Why does he need to go to England when there are good schools here?”

“That’s where the best medical program is, Sasuke. Your brother is just chasing his dreams.” His mother turned to him from the passenger side. “When he graduates, let’s all go visit him in Oxford.”

“Let’s have him pay for our Euro trip,” his father jokingly added.

His father was a careful driver – his eyes never left the road, he rode with a constant speed that was neither fast nor slow, he was careful with blind curves. In his lifetime, he got a parking ticket once when his wife’s water broke in the office, and he haphazardly parked across the lane to quickly get to her and ensure the safe delivery of their youngest.

His father was a careful driver, but others were not. A motorcycle shot out of nowhere while they were turning on a blind curve. The car veered to the other side facing the sea and the cliffs, the tires sliding forward and then downward, loud thumps as if repeatedly beaten by waves on rocky shores, and finally a loud crash.

Sasuke was disoriented. The sun was setting on the ocean, but he smelled gasoline instead of the salty air. He had an inkling his forehead was cut because the blood was hindering his sight. He heard grunting noises and pained screams from his parents, but he didn’t know if they were still in front of him or under him, but he felt someone pull him out of the car.

Thank goodness all three of them were still alive.

“You’re bleeding. Sasuke, Sasuke, here a handkerchief.” His mother’s face was cut across, and her one eye was gouged out. She firmly put the bloody handkerchief in his trembling hands. “Go, put it on your forehead.”

His father. Where was his father? He was already lying down on the sand. That was weird. Weren’t sand supposed to be gray? Why was it red? Why was it bloody red? His father’s one hand was on his side, the red water flowing through his fingers’ tight clasp. He reached out his other arm to Sasuke’s leg, patting it reassuringly. “Are you okay, son?”

His mother was coughing now. And then there was a loud explosion. It was deafening and roaring and then Sasuke heard nothing.

He heard nothing but waves for the next twelve hours. Maybe he was just asleep, and this was just a long nightmare. Then the sirens came.

Sasuke woke up drenched in a cold sweat, his mouth dry, and his heartbeat convulsing in its own chamber. He probably screamed again. He checked the digital clock on his bedside table, and it blinked back eights at him. “What a useless thing.”

Regardless of the time, he slipped into his sweatpants and hoodie and made his way downtown. He saw a café with cream puffs on display and decided to order one as his dinner. Just tonight.

“Hello, good evening. What are you buying?” A cheery voice greeted him on the counter.

He quietly pointed at one plate of cream puffs. “And one iced latte for dine-in.” There was a flash of recognition when his eyes met those of the girl on the counter.

She was dressed in the usual neutral black and white get-up of café employees, her hair was black and cropped short below her neck, she had light make-up on – it was a good disguise to throw off her scent, but her emerald eyes were a giveaway.

“Got that.” She brushed this off so easily that he thought he imagined the previous scene. Never mind, he didn’t even want to ask. His demons were enough to occupy his headspace. He stood silent, looking aimlessly at the handwritten menus while she prepared his coffee. “Here’s your order. Thank you.”

He took the tray containing his cream puffs and latte from her hand. When he grazed her palm, he basically got the confirmation he needed. She was a hard worker. He quietly slid on the loveseat at the end of the café with the clear view of the passing crowd and streets and consumed the sweets he ordered from time to time. His stomach was grumbling; he might have missed dinner and he still didn’t know what time it was.

Yes, noise is good, crowds are good. In them, I can be no one. He didn’t know how long he was staring outside. When his hands strayed to the plate, his cream puffs were already gone and his latte almost halfway there. She was also sitting in front of him, out of her work clothes but still in disguise. They just sat there in silence as the café started taking final orders and closing some sections of the place.

“Tough day?” Sakura was looking outside the window when she asked this. He initially thought she was avoiding him, but it was apparently for his own sake. With her looking away, he was allowed to be vulnerable.

“Bad dream,” Sasuke replied, taking up her invisible offer. He swirled the latte and regretted not getting a pure espresso to keep himself awake for the rest of the night.

“Hmm, that explains the sweets and caffeine, but that’s no good.”

He didn’t want to go back yet to his apartment. He wanted to lose himself in the crowd. “I’ll also walk myself to exhaustion.”

“Just aimless walking with no particular destination in mind, huh? Did that too one time and arrived home with an intense stomachache.” She took something from her bag and pushed it across the table with her eyes cast downward. “Something to fuel you on your journey tonight.”

“That’s no good – skipping meals.” Sasuke pushed the untouched bento box back to her side.

Sakura pushed it all the way to his hands, her eyes still never meeting his. “Too late for that now. It’s twelve midnight, and I’ll go home to rest while you’ll still be walking for God knows how many miles until sunrise. E-A-T.”

“Don’t you charge for outside food?”

“Silly, you have me. Now finish that so I can go home.”

Sasuke opened the bento box, holding no expectations to the contents because any proper meal was sumptuous to the appetite of a hungry person, and as he ate, she watched the passing crowds and a few minutes later, the burst of fireworks in the night sky. It was the culmination of the town’s summer festival.

She accompanied him in easy silence until he finished eating and pushed the now empty bento box to her side. She didn’t move from her place, her eyes still glued on the sights outside, so he took that as his cue to leave.

He made the mistake of looking at the window and saw her reflection looking at him leaving. He held her gaze through that and sincerely conveyed his feelings. “Thank you.”

She smiled at him and waved him goodbye.

The lights went out in the café when he stepped outside, and while he started to walk aimlessly, her eyes followed his back, a stranger in disguise wishing him comfort from the dark.

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