#to be fair I remember watching this one and knowing it was stupid but it was funny so I watched it
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chapter 1
pairings & cw: prohero!katsuki x fem!reader, following after timeskip, kat is early 20s, language, ushy gushiiinesssss, oh also dad!bakugo
monday 9:05am
it was your favorite time of year. soon after the silly tradition of the groundhog coming up, and to your liking, not seeing his shadow, spring had arrived. that meant gentle breezeâs whispering sweet songs through your hair, warmer temperatures, and blooming flowers.
you walked through the doors of your flower shop and set your bag down on the counter, turning the lights on as you walked through.
vibrant colors of all your favorite flora surrounding you, filling you with warmth.
you began to prepare the flowers, processing some of the new shipments, watering the array of different options, and submitting orders before eventually opening the store.
it was a small quiet shop in the middle of Musutafu, though as quiet as the inside was, you had your fair share of seeing the proâs outside at work. you didnât mind though, it kept you entertained throughout your days. business was also never a problem.
you were in the middle of arranging a bouquet for a wedding when you heard the bell on the door ring.
back facing whoever had entered, you spoke âwelcome in! how can i helpââ
you cut yourself off as you turned around, not expecting to see the no. 2 (or no. 1, it changed often) pro hero, dynamite standing in your entryway.
he quirked a brow at you, ââfuckâs that face for?â
you realized that you more than likely looked like an absolute idiot with your mouth agape and eyes wide. you cleared your throat as you became a normal person again, throwing him your best attempt at a smile.
âsorry! how can i help you?â
the pro scoffed as he inched forward, meeting you at the front counter. he looked, sort of, uncomfortable. his hand reaching around his head to scratch his neck.
âi was in the area and remembered that my brat is having her kindergarten graduation soon, so i uh,â he trailed, looking away from you as he spoke âneed ya to make a stupid small bouquet for her.â
you almost exploded right there from cuteness, but you figured that wouldnât be a great second impression.
you clasped your hands in front of your chest in excitement practically gushing, âoh how sweet! congratulations to your little one!â
katsuki let out a huff before rolling his eyes, hopefully the mask did enough to cover the subtle rose tinting his cheeks.
you chuckled at him for a moment before speaking, âdid your wife leave you with this errand?â
you watched as he tensed, his ruby eyes looking at the counter beneath his hands. âi uh, iâm not married.â
your face fell and you slapped your hands over your obnoxiously loud mouth, âoh my god! sorry that was personal! iâll shut up now god wow iâm soââ
his eye began to twitch as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
âstop yer rambling woman, itâs fine. just help me here.â he interrupted, leaving you to mentally facepalm with cherry red cheeks.
you straightened your posture before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âdid you have anything in mind? any colors or specific flowers?â
the spiky haired male shook his head while waving a gloved hand at you, ânah, i donât know anything about this shit. the brat loves yellow and blue, do with that what you will.â
you nodded excitedly and jotted it down on a notepad.
ânow i know you go by âgreat explosion murder god dynamiteâ, but is there a better, or perhaps shorter, name and number i could put you down by?â you joked, clicking the top of your pen as you looked to him.
he scoffed, crossing his arms, âtch, just put katsuki down. my number is xxx-xxxx, and if you leak it iâll kill yer ass.â
you snorted as you wrote down his name and number, sticking it on the order wall for future reference. you walked back over to him as you brushed your hands against your apron. âalrighty! iâll give you a ring when itâs done, which will more than likely be in the next two days.â
he grumbled a quick âthank youâ before turning around and heading back out. you watched as he slid his gauntlets back on, finding it sweet that he took them off before coming inside.
as you worked on your unfinished orders for the rest of the day, the sun beginning to cast a warm glow on the pastel walls of your shop, you found yourself thinking of katsuki. you didnât keep up with the hero world much, but you had seen him in bits and pieces before. and boy was he much more dreamy in person.
a small tinge of excitement wavered throughout your body as you planned out his daughterâs bouquet, questions that werenât any of your business, flashing through your mind.
you didnât even know he had a daughter, you thought he was around your age, early 20âs. did he have a girlfriend? was the mother present?
why are you wondering these things when youâll only ever see him once more out of your entire life?
you shook those thoughts away as the night grew older, eventually closing up shop and heading home, the remnants of winter blowing against your cheeks as you began your trek.
wednesday 11:02am
you didnât hear the jingle of the doorbell behind you, your mind wrapped in god knows what as you watered the plants behind the counter.
katsuki took this as an opportunity to drink up the sight of you, the same sight that he was unable to shake from his mind the day he met you. your sickeningly sweet nature that complimented your soft features, your hair tied up in a knot behind you.
he cleared his throat before throwing a quick âoiâ your way.
you jumped at the sound, almost dropping the hose before turning your head towards the front, spotting that all-too-familiar face. turning off the hose you walked up to the front, looking at the watch on your wrist with furrowed brows.
âs-sorry i wasnât expecting you this quick! i swear i just called you 5 minutes ago.â
katsuki looked away abashed, knowing full well that as soon as he got your message he flew here as quickly as possible. would he ever admit that? no.
he let out a scoff as he crossed his arms, looking out the window. âtch, i was patrolling over here. figured iâd just pick it up now.â
he was in fact not patrolling over here. he was indeed about a 25 minute walk away.
your mouth formed an âoâ as you took in his words, clasping your hands in front of your chest in excitement to show him what you made. âwell i guess it worked out perfect then! the bouquet is ready, let me grab it.â
you walked to the back where all of the finished orders were and smiled to yourself, grabbing your creation that you were in fact, very proud of.
itâs totally not like you put 100% more effort into this one than the others because it was katsuki, no way..
you walked out with a big smile on your face, hiding the bouquet behind your back as you neared him. âokayâŠtada!â
you placed it on the counter in front of you for him to observe, holding your breath as he looked it over, pleading it would be to his liking. you took your craft seriously, so this meant a lot to you.
you watched as he fought back the tiniest smirk looking down at it, taking in the array of hydrangeas, blue roses, brunerra, mixed in with the golden yellow daffodils, tulips and marigolds. and in the center of them all sat a cute âcongratulationsâ card, poking above the flowers.
you broke the silence, it becoming too much for you, âplease tell me you like it. i canât quit my profession right now.â
katsukiâs red orbs found yours as he rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle, âdonât be an idiot. theyâre nice. i think the brat will love âem.â
you released the breath you had been holding and relaxed, silently celebrating.
âthank god! iâm so happy i was able to do this for you guys. i hope her graduation goes well.â
he waved you off before reaching in his pocket for, what you had assumed, was his wallet. you quickly grabbed his, muscular as fuck, arm before he could pull it out.
âplease donât worry about it! on the house, itâs the least i can do, youâre out there kicking ass all day. just tell the little one i said congrats.â you smiled, noticing him looking at you like you belonged in an asylum.
âlisten smiley, itâs really notââ
you cut him off as you grabbed the bouquet and shoved it in his hands, walking around the counter to grab his shoulders and guide him out the door.
ânope and nope! go back to kicking ass and maybe come back one day to tell me how she liked it. ciao, katsuki.â you blurted before shoving him out of your glass doors and locking them behind him, watching as he turned around absolutely dumbfounded. you waved him a âgoodbyeâ before turning around and getting back to whatever work you had left.
a couple minutes later you heard a soft knock at your front doors, forgetting that you had locked them. you walked out of the back to see katsuki standing there, an unreadable expression on his face.
you cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms, causing his eyes to roll as he pointed at the lock.
you huffed as you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, poking your head out.
âi already told you, youâre not paying.â
he grumbled in response before meeting your gaze, his brows furrowed, a seemingly common expression for him.
ânot that, dumbass. iâd be an idiot if i left here without taking the opportunity to ask, soââ
you looked up at him as he took in a breath, your heart pounding in your chest.
âwould youâŠwant to go on a date with me?â
#AHHHHH#firstchapterdone#iâmsoexcitedforthisseries#ilovewritinghim#anime#bnha#mha x reader#x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader
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There is nothing to being a mentally ill 14 year old fan of shane dawson in the 2015-2018 era. That man travelled to a town absolutely devastated by the 2018 forest fire, people who lost absolutely everything, and just turned to the camera and was like âa laser in space is the reason for this. The government did it.â And you would just be like yep. Checks out.
#to be fair I remember watching this one and knowing it was stupid but it was funny so I watched it#btw this is a real video that has probably 20+ million views#conspiracy era Shane Dawson is a cultural phenomena#I could talk for hours about the impact he had on young teens 2015-2018#donât be mistaken that an entire other essay can be written about his impact on young teens with his videos from 2008-2015#two very different (and equally awful) people were involved there#I could talk about shane dawson and what his âcancellationâ did to me#I hate to use the word cancelation because what happened was so much more than that and what heâs done is way worse#but itâs the best word to use#a micro internet celeb youtuber Jake Dolottle will hate watch his newest videos every now and then and I watch every single one#I will have a physical reaction if I head the name Shane Dawson#the impact on my psyche when it was revealed how awful he is#and the livestream#it makes me genuinely upset#blah blah blah itâs your fault for being parasocial blah blah blah#girl I was 14 and wanted to kill myself#I had no good adult figures and this was a person I thought understood me shut up#I wasnât even going to write in the tags I just canât help myself#I know people joke about ___ is my Roman Empire but shane Dawsonâs impact on young teens 2015-2018 including his past is my Roman Empire#by a lot too#Iâm getting a degree in history at college and I am more interested in that topic#raeâs rambles
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#having a bad time tonight tbh#1. i have a sore throat#2. bottom dysphoria is kicking my arse. breaking my queer little heart.#it's pretty new i don't have any tricks to help#3. thinkin bout cancer#like like um so#i don't want bottom surgery purely cs it's a whole thing to sort and you have to go under a bunch#and im terrified of just not waking up y'know#i can and i will for top surgery and hysto ill force myself through it bcs it is what i want#for trans reasons#and also hey i can definitely die slowly of various cancers#like my nan and her mum. and my gran (not dead yet). and my dads (bio one clear for 25/4 years. blacksmith one currently getting a diag).#or! i can maybe die quickly of something that is actually useful to me. y'know.#but bottom surgery is still 3 goes am i remembering right? for something that like#i am uh. like it's not fair. it's not. i should and i don't and ugh.#but it's too much to do to fix it. dyou know? and i just i just#bluh#im. gonna try not to think for a while. gonna watch stupid youtube videos instead
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with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader
in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.
wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff
Miya Osamu is used to coming second.Â
It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and heâs a little underweight, but with him comes the sun.Â
Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight.Â
Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumuâs sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.
He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.
Atsumu doesnât get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid âTsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.
They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says,Â
âSamu, I donât care about âem. Why do ya care so much?Â
And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother.Â
Atsumu dyes his hair first: itâs a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. Itâs a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him.Â
But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him.Â
Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.
His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him.Â
He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts.Â
ââS not fair,â Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. âWhyâd ya name Tsumu that?âÂ
His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule.Â
He meets you for the first time in February.Â
You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession.Â
You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and HereâsSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them.Â
You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumuâs in tha next classroom ovâr.Â
He doesnât remember what happened next, only Atsumuâs laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamuâs face was still red twelve hours later.Â
He sees you a lot the year after.Â
Youâre in the same class as him and âTsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and youâre not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side.Â
With you, itâs always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, itâs an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch.Â
Osamu means To Rule.
The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You donât ever bring onigiri for his brother.Â
He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation.Â
Osamu kisses you for the first time that night.Â
Itâs New Years and youâre cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, itâs snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you.Â
Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his.Â
But youâre bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And youâre wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful.Â
âMorninâ âSamu, come help me with this.â You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. âYouâre in charge of onigiri.â
He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him.Â
âBut I like yer onigiri,â He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi.Â
ââSamu,â You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. âI made enough for ya in high school.âÂ
Itâs cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows heâs going to make the onigiri.Â
He also knows that if his name means To Rule, heâs okay with coming second if it means youâre by his side.
#miya osamu#osamu#osamu x reader#miya osamu x reader#osamu fluff#haikyuu x reader#osamu x you#haikyuu fic#haikyu x reader#osamu fic
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your fate, my karma
jung jaehyun x fem!reader
wc: 11.7k
synopsis: jaehyun realizes heâs in love with you. itâs fucked, especially because he rejected you once before. he doesnât want to ruin what he has with you. but he canât help it, itâs like he was made to see and touch you. he doesnât know how much longer he can hold in his secret.
warnings: angst, little fluff, friends with benefits, pining, one sided love, confession, argument, smut (MDNI), desperate jaehyun, unprotected sex (pulling out), possessiveness and jealousy, dialogue heavy at some parts
heavily inspired by somethinâ stupid - frank sinatra
part three to the how it all goes series!
you're laid back onto his bed, heavy breaths fanned across your face. on top of you is jaehyun, cheeks dusted with pink as his fingers are still move inside of you. âstop already,â you huff out a laugh, âi might die if you make me cum one more time.â
he chuckles at your words and slowly pulls his fingers out of you, sucking obscenely on them just to annoy you. it works, and you cover your eyes to get the image out of your head. you donât offer to help him out, and he doesnât ask for any favors.
heâs not really sure how his friendship with you got to this point. if he could put it simply, you told him that you had feelings for him, asking if he felt the same way. he said that he wasnât ready for a relationship, that he wasnât ready to be so vulnerable in front of another person. he still wanted to be friends with you.Â
he remembers seeing sadness flash through your eyes, but you just smiled at him and accepted the answer that you got. in a way, jaehyun wished he could like you back, he hated the way he hurt you, but he just wasnât ready. you were wary around him, trying to hide the hurt that he caused you. he couldnât bear to see it, and hated how much you were hiding from him.
which is how he finds you next to him, curled up in his bed after heâs made you cum. he knows it probably wasnât the best idea to propose, but he didnât know how else he could keep you close. when he explains it to himself in his head, it sounds shitty, makes him feel a little fucked up. he tries to justify it, but really, all of this is a temporary fix to keep you close to him.
despite all the grey areas in his friendship with you, heâs certain about one thing: he really does like having you around. heâs chalked it up to his feelings just being from how long heâs known you, but he knows that thereâs something else he doesnât want to admit. because one, itâs fucked. two, heâs rejected you. three, he canât like you.
he canât like like you. he doesnât even want to imagine thinking about the other word, but it plays at the back of his head sometimes. he hears it when youâre both out at a bar together, watching you drunkenly cling to his side. he hears it when youâre at his apartment after work. he hears it when your eyes look up at his when you drop to your knees.
he can hear it even now as you lay next to him, curled up into his side as your breaths even out. it doesnât feel weird that he can feel your naked body against his, his best friend comfortably laid up next to him. is it so wrong of him to want this? you became more comfortable around him again after he had sex with you. he knows itâs just a temporary solution.
he can feel your breaths across his chest, your face nuzzling closer to him. he could move you away, could create a clearer boundary between the two of you. he feels a little selfish when he lets you stay there, deciding to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he pushes you closer. itâs not fair to either of you, heâs not your boyfriend, he shouldnât be this close to you.Â
itâs quiet in his room, save for the sound of cars driving down the road and the occasional huff you let out in your sleep. he isnât tired at all, too lost in his thoughts as he stares up at the ceiling, the warmth of your body taking up all his thoughts. if he could, he would go back in time and stop you from confessing. he wouldâve done it himself in the future, he just needed a little more time.
he canât blame you though. itâs his fault for rejecting you, itâs his fault for thinking that he could make something happen out of this. thereâs a small part of his heart that believes that you could like him again. you wouldnât come back to him for sex every night, right? but the more realistic part of him knows that it could mean anything.
which is why he canât stop you coming to him when youâre needy. itâs not even just those times, but he doesnât think he could ever willingly cut you off. he likes spending time with you, and above everything else, youâre his friend.
he just canât help but wish it could be a little more than that.
you always ask jaehyun to come over if he has the time.
as you both have grown older, it feels like you both have lost more and more time. when you were both college students, it was easy to skip a few classes and go to parties each night. but now as adults, itâs hard to find time for each other. which is why you ask him to go do mundane tasks with you, like buying groceries or trying on clothes.
today itâs going over to eat with him.
before he rejected you, it felt special to be invited to do these kinds of things with him. out of all the people he couldâve asked, he chose you. it didnât take long for you to realize that, no, jaehyun asking you to spend time with him meant nothing but him being friendly. itâs weird looking back at how much you wanted jaehyun to like you more than a friend.Â
as you make your way to his apartment, you realize how much time you spent just wishing for something to happen between you two. you wonder if it was something that was ever supposed to happen between you, or maybe if the timing just wasnât right. you used to find yourself thinking about the what ifs after he had freshly rejected you. but now, you try to focus on what you have.
heâs just your friend, and youâre close to accepting that itâll probably never be more than that.Â
when you make it to his apartment, you donât see him right away. you call out his name, hearing his voice from his kitchen. when you head over, youâre expecting a nice meal laid out for the two of you to eat. instead, youâre greeted by jaehyun standing by the stove, a stupid smile on his face as he greets you.
âso, you invite me over to come and eat.â
he nods, smile growing wider, âyes.â
âbut iâm not seeing any food.â
âthatâs because youâre gonna help me.â
you stare at him. he starts moving towards you, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. he starts dragging you towards where he was standing. you start whining, âyou donât need my help. youâre a whole grown man who can cook whatever he wants.â
he laughs, âbut i need you to be my other chef⊠what are they called?â
you roll your eyes, âa sous chef?â
âexactly,â he points at you, as if you just solidified his argument, âwhat if i forget something and i need your help?â
you pat his shoulder, âthen you call me while i sit over on the couch.â
heâs about to give up, but he swears thereâs a certain look in your eyes that ask him to keep going. thatâs how it always feels with you, a certain push-and-pull that you both canât let go of. your fingers twitch against his shoulder, almost giving you away. he moves to hold your hand, âhow about you at least watch me on the side. i just wanna talk to you.â
you almost want to point out his pouty tone, want to laugh at how thereâs a frown on his face. but you canât. he looks a little too sincere, and you donât want to think too hard about the feelings he doesnât have for you. you sigh, eventually giving into his words. itâs always like this, jaehyun acting like he canât go on without you. thatâs what got you here in the first place.
he smiles when you approach him, so close that his arm is touching yours. it doesnât matter how long or how many times heâs had sex with you, to have you close to him like this makes his heart soar.Â
itâs like this for the whole time you both cook. your hands lightly grazing his, the sweet smile you show him when he does good, the laugh you let out when he messes up. you take over some parts for him without him asking you to. he canât help let his mind wander, thinking this is how it would be all the time if you two were dating.
he wouldnât have to beg you to do something with him, you would do it on your own accord. he wouldnât have to hold back how much he wants to kiss you, he could press as many kisses on your cheeks or lips. he could stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you forcibly kick him off of cooking duty.
instead, heâs standing in front of the food heâs making, probably overcooking it as you point and laugh at him. you even take out your phone to take a picture of him, laughing as you fiddle with your phone. he swats at you, grumbling, âif you posted that on instagram, i am definitely blocking you.â
âyou know me so well. i tagged you and everything.â
he chooses not to respond, taking out plates from his cabinet for the both of you. he can see you standing next to him, waiting to plate your food. he quickly decides to plate it for you, trying to hide his pink cheeks as he pushes the plate towards you. when heâs plating his own, you speak up, âwow, what a gentleman!â he can hear the teasing tone you use, âyouâre really setting the bar for all men, arenât you, jaehyun?â
he decides to tease you back, âjust trying to show you how much nicer i am than you are. you should post this on instagram, too.â
ânope, letting all my followers know how mean and horrible of a cook you are. iâm ruining your chances of getting with someone.â
he shakes his head in amusement, moving to one of the seats on his small dining table. you follow, sitting right across from him. he messes with his phone a bit before you can hear that itâs connected to his speakers. an unfamiliar tune starts playing as you watch jaehyunâs head bob along to the song.Â
this is how it always is, eating together, listening to his annoyingly good music taste, and enjoying each otherâs presence. the food he cooked is surprisingly good, but you try to denounce it because you did help him along the way. itâs quiet between the two of you, nothing really too important to talk about.
jaehyun notices your fingers tapping along the table to the beat of the song. he smiles, âdo you like it? the song?â
you pretend to think about it, âhm... well, itâs good.â
âyouâre not gonna secretly shazam it under the table like last time?â
âthat was literally a one time thing,â you huff, âiâll just go and find someone with the exact same music taste as you.â
he smiles to himself, âyou know thereâs no one else like me.â
you think about his words for a bit. he probably didnât mean for them to have a double meaning, but you canât help but find one. you wonder if youâll ever be able to find someone who couldâve made you as happy as jaehyun does. you wonder if you do ever find someone, if youâd be able to forget jaehyun.
you feel like youâve become so intertwined in his life that everything might lead back to him.
you eventually nod along to his words, âyeah, thereâs no one else like you.â
âyouâre kinda an ass for not picking her up yourself.â
jaehyun huffs at johnnyâs words. itâs not that he didnât want to, but you had assured him that you would make it on time. when he brought up your safety, you said that it was taken care of already. jaehyun couldnât help but wonder who or what could possibly be more safe than him, but he didnât want to argue.Â
but now that youâre a little late, he canât stop himself from worrying. johnny makes it worse, tearing into him, teasing him with every word. jaehyun hasnât told him about his surfacing feelings for you, but johnny is notoriously nosy, probably knowing the exact day jaehyun thought that he started liking you.Â
johnny takes one more jab at him, âshe wouldâve liked you more if youâd been the one who brought her.â
jaehyunâs shoulder bumps into johnnyâs, âshe already does like me a lot, so thereâs no need for all of that.â
johnny shrugs, letting out an if you say so as he sips on his drink. as much as jaehyun wants to deny it, he really wishes he couldâve at least given you a ride. he wouldâve immediately ditched johnny if you asked, wouldâve been right outside your doorstep as soon as you said you were ready. he wants to tell himself that thatâs just what friends do, but thereâs something he doesnât want to admit.
his hands move to pull out his phone, scrolling through your messages from the past hours. he knows heâs made a mistake as soon as he feels johnnyâs eyes looking at his screen from over his shoulder. jaehyun makes a jokingly shocked face at johnny to try to distract him, but johnnyâs face mirrors his own.Â
johnnyâs about to say something with a teasing smile on his face and jaehyunâs ready to stop him. instead, a ding comes from his phone, calling their attention. itâs a text from you, letting jaehyun know that youâre outside. he sends a text to you, his eyes moving to the entrance as he waits for you to walk in.
and there you are.
your eyes scan the room, looking for both him and johnny. jaehyun can feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of you, your face illuminated by the warm lights of the bar. he thinks you look pretty all the time, but now that heâs seeing you like this, he wants to keep it in his memory forever.
you quickly spot them, your face brightening up with a smile as you make your way towards them. you greet the two of them, johnny easily bringing you into a hug. when you turn to jaehyun, you expect the same, but his eyes stay on you for a moment too long. he notices your teasing smile, quickly clearing his throat before wrapping his arms around you.
johnny starts, âalways so fashionably late.â
you laugh, âif i donât come, who else is gonna be the funniest and sexiest person in our friend group?â
johnny moves to tuck an invisible strand of hair behind his ear, âi was holding that position just fine before you came.â
you slap his shoulder, a fit of laughter taking over you. jaehyun watches the two of you, quietly laughing at the side. he likes the dynamic the three of you have, always mentally thanking johnny for introducing you to him. heâd endure all of johnnyâs teasing for years if it meant to have you laughing at his side.
it stays like this for a while. the three of you drinking together, laughing when johnny tries dragging you closer to the middle of the room to dance. jaehyun can feel his cheeks get hotter, pink from the alcohol and the not-so-visible adoration he holds for you. he tries to quiet his feelings, but when you lean into his side, your warm body pressing against his, he figures he can give up the act a little.
itâs at times like these where jaehyun realizes that he can see the you from before the rejection. itâs a bit selfish for him crave this side of you, the one where you donât care how much you touch him or how you continue talking into his ear all night. he thinks that if you were both dating, he could lean over and press a kiss to your cheek, watching as you nuzzle into his side.
for now, all he can do is wrap his arm around yours as you both sway side to side. johnny went off to get another drink, promising to be back quickly. jaehyun has this little time to have you all to himself, listening to the loud chattering around him and the bass of the music loud in his ears. your eyes are closed, humming along to the song.
jaehyun could easily whisper into your ear about his feelings. you probably wouldnât remember either way, but he knows itâs not right. itâs not like heâd want to do it this way, wanting to tell you honestly. but thereâs a growing part inside his brain thatâs begging him to do something about it. he has you so close now, so why canât just say that he likes you?
the thoughts dissipate when johnny comes back, smile on his face with three more drinks in hand. johnny quickly notices how your arm is intertwined with jaehyunâs, and jaehyun can physically see the moment johnny comes up with a plan. jaehyun doesnât bother moving from his spot, though, willing to sacrifice his humility just to have you by his side.
as if jaehyun wasnât having thoughts of kissing or dating you, the conversation turns back to normal. the three of you chatting, exchanging work gossip and taking drinks from your cups. itâs like every night this happens, itâs a regular routine of talking and him having to fight back his more than friendly thoughts of his friend.Â
except this time, while johnnyâs explaining how he thinks his boss might be having an affair, you cut him off. johnny jokingly scoffs, turning to where youâre looking at. you both squeal, johnnyâs hands finding your shoulders, shaking them back and forth. you gasp, âthatâs him, right?â
johnny matches your tone, âtotally him! i could recognize him from anywhere!â
raising an eyebrow in your direction, jaehyun asks, âand who exactly are we talking about?â
you turn back at him, âthatâs jungwoo, someone we knew from college!â
the name sounds familiar to jaehyun. thereâs probably been a few times you talked about him during one semester. heâs not sure which one it could be, but thereâs a memory of a faint smile on your face while talking about him. it sets a weird feeling in jaehyunâs stomach, and he realizes you look a little too excited at the sight of jungwoo.
jaehyunâs arm is still looped around yours, a small frown on his face, âdoes everyone and their moms know jungwoo now?â
âhe was funny in class and he bought me coffee once,â johnny hums.
you join in, âhe is definitely funny and he did good when we worked on a project together.â
jaehyun pointedly glares at johnny when he speaks, but when you speak, he just holds you closer to him. he can see how johnny watches him, being reminded of how he looked like he was planning something earlier. jaehyun sees it now, johnnyâs face darkening before he speaks, turning to speak to you, âi think you should go talk to him.â
jaehyun sends a pointed glare at him before looking at you, his eyes widening when he sees the shy smile on your face. you ask, âwhat if he doesnât even recognize me?â
âwhy wouldnât he? he always looked at you a certain way when you guys talked, he definitely remembers you.â
jaehyun wonders why no one told him more about this âjungwooâ and his apparent more-than-friendly feelings for you? if johnny knows, then does that mean the three of you hung out before without him? how much has jaehyun missed between you and jungwoo? jaehyun silently takes another sip of his drink, his eyes peering over his cup as he watches you get lost in your thoughts.
he thinks you might drop the conversation, but you breath out, âiâll do it. iâll go talk to him.â
jaehyun tries his best not to acknowledge the growing jealousy he can feel bubbling up in his throat. he has to bite back a remark that would probably make things worse for himself. he decides to let go of your arm, watching as you easily separate from him. johnny starts hyping you up, giving you encouraging words as jaehyun massages your shoulders.
although jaehyun wishes he could say donât go over there or iâll die, he decides to send you a thumbs up before you walk away. his throat burns, and as much as he wants to think itâs from the alcohol, itâs from seeing you walk away from him. youâre walking to someone that isnât him, sharing your warmth thatâs supposed to be jaehyunâs.
he realizes then and there that he shouldnât be thinking that.
youâre pressed against jaehyunâs bed, his face burying into your neck as he leaves kisses across your skin. you had to tell him to not leave any marks when you feel his teeth nip at your skin, and you couldâve sworn you heard a huff come out of him when you did. heâs practically pinning you down, body barely hovering over yours.
there are days where he gets like this, too desperate to where he doesnât realize he grips you a little tighter, his voice growing deeper, relieving all of his stress by making you both feel good. you can tell when he gets like this, a quick text of an you up? letting you know what he wants. youâve grown to learn all his habits.
it does feel a little different today, though. he was quick to greet you, quick to bring you to bed to kiss you. there were no words of how work was hard for him or if he was stressed about something that happened. not that thereâs anything wrong with him not saying, but thereâs a certain desperation in his movements as his lips trail down your body.
you decide not to ask about it, not wanting to pressure him into talking about something he doesnât want to talk about. youâre quick to forget about it when he presses a kiss onto your clothed clit. he calls your name, bringing your attention to the heavy gaze he gives you. he murmurs out, âgonna let me see this pretty pussy?â
you nod quickly, lifting your hips up so he can take off your panties. he moves to lay between your thighs, humming when he sees how youâre dripping for him. itâs embarrassing, trying to close your legs. youâre met with his hands keeping them apart, chuckling at the whine you let out.
âdidnât know you could be this wet for me. if i didnât know any better, iâd think that you need me.â
you let out a small whimper when he traces a finger down your slit, âjaehyun, please, need you to- need you to do something!â
âtell me what you need, pretty. if you donât tell me, how am i supposed to help?â
âneed you, jaehyun! want your fingers, want you to touch me!â
âof course, thatâs all i needed to hear.â
you can feel one of his fingers slide into you, your head falling back onto his pillow at the feeling. you clench around his digit, already begging for more, needing him to fill you up. he doesnât tease you for being so desperate, quickly giving into your pleas as another finger slips inside you. you let out a cry when you feel his thumb circle around your clit.
âsuch a messy baby, dripping all over my fingers. needed me so bad, right?â
moans of his name tumble out of your lips when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that sends shocks down your spine. your hands are gripping onto the sheets, realizing just how fast you're about to cum. youâre sure he can feel you clench around his digits, especially when you manage to open your eyes and see him looking straight at you.
âgonna cum all over my fingers?â
âfuck, yes! please, wanna cum, need you to let me cum!â
his movements speed up at your words, âgo ahead and show me how much you need it.â
youâre quick to fall apart, your orgasm crashing into you. your thighs shut around his hand thatâs helping you ride out your orgasm. all you can hear are the sounds you make and the encouragement that jaehyun mumbles out to you. youâre too fucked out to realize that his clean hand intertwines with yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
before you can comment on it, heâs quick to pull away from you, hands moving to undo his pants. you move to try to do it for him, but he swats your hands away with a laugh. after letting you gawk at him for a bit, he takes his boxers off, a whine leaving you at the sight of his leaking cock. he tilts his head at you, âare you gonna let me fill your pretty pussy up?â
âplease,â you moan. your legs move to wrap around his waist, bringing his hips flush to yours. his cock ruts against your cunt, still sensitive from your last orgasm. he shushes you when you let out a small gasp, one of his hands soothing the skin of your thigh. you let out a small cry when his tips rubs against your clit, the last of your patience running out.
you can tell itâs getting to him, too. his cheeks and ears are flushed, his eyebrows furrowed as he switches between watching your face and where heâs pressed against you. he bites back a groan when his tip catches at your entrance, trying hard not to push into you right then and there. he puts all his focus on you, âtell me that you want me to fill you up. tell me that you need me to fuck you.â
you whine, your head digging into the pillow. despite his flushed face, thereâs a cocky look on his face as he stares down at you. youâre too desperate to try to fight back, losing the battle as you let out a whimper of his name. thereâs almost a surprised look in his eyes as he sees you give up this easily, leaning down to give you a quick kiss to your collarbone.
âi know, baby, need you just as bad. gonna fuck you like you need it, okay?â
you whisper out a thank you as he moves to line himself up at your entrance. he slowly slides in, letting out a deep groan as he watches himself sink into you. he fights off his eyes from closing at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his length. youâre no better, writhing around in the sheets, whimpers of his name escaping you.
once he bottoms out, he lets out a grunt, âmissed this pussy so much. so fucking warm, so tight, all for me.â youâre quick to agree, hands trying to reach at his shoulders to bring him closer to you. he gives in easily, huffing at how he can feel himself deeper inside you at the new position. he kisses the valley of your breasts, sucking lightly.
he starts off slow, teasing you as he thrusts into you, slow and deep. if you can listen past your own moans and whimpers, you can hear the quiet curses and sounds he lets out, trying to hide how much youâre affecting him. when your nails claw at his back, he breaks, âdidnât even mean to call you this late, i just needed you so bad.â
his words get to you, the fact that he wanted to call you because he was needy makes you clench around him. he canât help but pick up the pace of his thrusts at the feeling, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. you donât know what has him so worked up, but if heâs going to make you feel this good, you might have to figure it out.
you need just a little more, your hand trailing down your body to get to your clit. you moan in relief when your fingers circle your clit, clenching tightly around jaehyunâs length. it has his hips stuttering slightly, eyes making their way to your hand. heâs quick to push your hand away to replace it with his own, thumb making tight circles around the nub.Â
he move up to whisper into your ear, âonly i can make you feel this good, right? i know you better than anyone else, even yourself.â
you shake your head at his words, but your hips roll up into his, trying to fit more of him inside you. he chuckles lowly at the sight, a small smile on his face as he watches you. heâs slamming into you now, any patience he had now gone as he nears the edge. he starts, âno? trust me, pretty. i know just how you like to be touched, how you liked to be fucked. i know you so well that i just know that youâre close to cumming.â
tears prick your eyes, because yes, you are close to cumming. you canât help it, not when heâs fucking you like this. heâs not usually this talkative, choosing rather to focus on getting away from any stresses. but now, heâs letting you in on his thoughts, letting you know what could possibly be nagging at him. youâll save it for another time.
youâre surrounded by all of him, chest touching his as his warm breath hits your neck. you used to wish for him to kiss you during moments like these, moments where youâre both so close, adrenaline too high. now, all you can do is whine out his name, begging for him to let you cum.
itâs easy for you to let go of any past emotions you had for him, but for jaehyun, he wishes he could kiss you. he wishes that you could want him again, wishes that he didnât have to fuck you like this. this is what he wanted, though. he just didnât think it would be this hard. he tries to ignore it by groaning into your ear, âgonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my cock?â
ây-yes, please! you make me feel so good!â
âyeah? show me then, pretty girl. show me how iâm the only one who can make you feel this good.â
at the sound of his voice, you cum. your chest arches up into his, nails digging into his back as you let go. heâs moaning at the feeling, his hips stuttering as he tries to fuck into your tight pussy. he has to bite down onto your shoulder at the feeling, holding back just how bad he wants to cum inside you.
when you start whining, heâs quick to pull out of your heat, quickly jerking himself off to the sight of how fucked out you look. with a moan of your name, his cum shoots out over your stomach, his cheeks a pretty pink as he does.Â
itâs quiet in his room, save for the deep breaths you both let out. heâs just staring down at you, saving the image of you covered in his cum in his mind. you donât mind, too tired to notice the slight adoration in his eyes as he stares. it is embarrassing though, covering your face with your arm as you tell him to move.
he blinks away his thoughts, chuckling at your embarrassment. he pats your thigh, moving away as he goes to get a towel to clean you up. heâs being careful with you, his movements slow as the towel moves around your body. thereâs a soft look in his eyes, a lazy smile on his face as he indirectly touches you. heâs quick to throw the towel into his laundry basket, even quicker to join you in bed.Â
in a motion that almost seems too soft for the fact that he just fucked you into his sheets, he pulls your back into his chest. one of his hands makes it to your side, letting it sit there. his breaths are evening out, fanning across your shoulder that he nuzzles into. his touches are hesitant against your skin, almost as if he was debating on whether or not he could touch you like this.
you almost want to push his hand away or try to make some space between the two of you. friends should not be holding each other like this, friends should not be letting each other bask in the warmth of their bodies. friends shouldnât even be having sex, not like this.
but you figure just this once, youâll let yourself have this moment. itâs a bit selfish, getting to have jaehyun like this. you wished heâd hold you like this every single time. you think if he did, you wouldnât be able to stop yourself from falling back in love with him. thereâs no way for you to win when it comes to jaehyun.
as he presses a kiss and murmurs a goodnight into your shoulder, you make a promise to yourself: you wonât ever lose yourself over jaehyun again.
jaehyun realizes how little time heâs been spending with you recently.
heâs been hearing more about this jungwoo guy. youâve told him canât hang out, iâm with jungwoo right now or iâll be hanging out with jungwoo later. youâve been so busy catching up with jungwoo that jaehyun hasnât had the time to talk to you. no more eating or shopping together, not when jungwooâs around.
jaehyun doesnât want to say heâs necessarily jealous of the relationship you two share, but canât say it doesnât sit right with him. jaehyun is still your friend after all, and he doesnât like hearing you talk so much about him. during the small chances jaehyun gets to talk to you, you always slip in one mention about jungwoo.
what about jaehyun? what does jungwoo have that he doesnât? he could totally treat and touch you better than jungwoo ever could. he practically does already. he canât help but let these little thoughts enter his mind. if jungwooâs in the way, how is jaehyun supposed to show you how much he likes you?
itâs one day that youâre both splayed across his couch, your legs resting over his as his thumb smoothes across the skin of your thigh when jungwoo is brought up again. out of the corner of his eye, he can see you smile and lightly laugh at your phone. jaehyun, being the nosy person that he is, canât help but try to reach over to see what youâre laughing at.
youâre quick to push him away, chuckling at the sight of the small pout on his face. he tries again, and you decide itâs probably better just to sit beside him instead. you begrudgingly show him your phone, and he squints his eyes so he can read your screen better.
itâs quiet for a few moments before he hums at the texts between you and jungwoo. itâs a conversation funny enough to make you laugh. he tries not to roll his eyes at the cutesy way jungwoo texts, him being clearly interested in you. he doesnât want to say anything about it though, doesnât want you to know that jungwoo bothers him for reasons that he shouldnât be thinking.Â
âheâs funny,â jaehyun muses, trying to stop the snarky remark he wants to say.
âway funnier than you,â you tease, watching him deflate back to his side of the couch.Â
âthereâs been times where youâve laughed at my jokes though, like laughed laughed.â
âi was either super drunk or bored out of my mind, so those donât count.â
jaehyun rolls his eyes at you, deciding to ignore your words, choosing to believe that you think heâs the funniest man ever. heâs been finding himself having little competitions with jungwoo that only heâs a part of. jungwoo is funny? jaehyun is funnier. jungwoo is cute? jaehyun is cute, too, just give him a minute.
jaehyun tries to boil it down to the fact heâs always been competitive, but he knows itâs more than that. in his head, it doesnât matter what jungwoo does better than jaehyun because right now, you're in his apartment, on his couch, deciding to spend meaningless time with him.Â
âwhat have you both been doing? i havenât seen you at all this week.â he hates how his voice sounds, a little too clingy for his liking, but he hopes you donât hear it.
ânothing, really. weâve just been going out to eat or hanging out when we have the time.â
jaehyun figures you both somehow have all the time in the world in order to be hanging out this much. he makes his voice whiny before speaking, âi miss you, please donât leave me forever.â
you laugh at the sound of his voice, pulling your legs away from him. âyouâre acting like me spending time with jungwoo is gonna kill you.â
âwhatâs killing me is the fact i donât get to see you that much anymore,â he grumbles.Â
he notices that you donât respond right away, and when he goes to look at you, your eyebrows are furrowed and thereâs a certain look in your eyes. did he say too much? before he can start panicking, you turn towards him, âdonât do that.â
âdo what?â
âpretend like you miss me when we already spend a lot of time together. you literally called me up the other night.â
jaehyun lets out a breath, âsorry, but youâre still my friend. i do miss you, iâm jealous that jungwoo gets to see you that much.â although he says it jokingly, thereâs definitely truth behind his words. it might not mean much to you, but the fact that jungwoo gets to see you in a way that only jaehyun feels like he deserves, it hurts him.
âiâm gonna tell jungwoo youâre being mean to him,â you huff.
âtell him then,â jaehyun slings an arm around your waist, âlet him know that he needs to learn how to share.â
âfirst of all,â you slide his arm off of you, âdonât say it like that because you make it sound like iâm an object. two, i think you might need to learn how to share.â
he hums, âyou were mine first.â
âi was never yours,â you grouch, âyou made that clear when you rejected me.â
he can tell youâre joking, but he can feel his blood run cold at your words. itâs a reminder to him that the rejection is still clear in your mind, reminding him just how much he hurt you. it will always be a reminder of how he messed up what could've been a good relationship with you if he just had more time.
he canât blame you for his own mistake. he canât.
in the best way he can, he puts his hands together and grovels, âplease, can you find it in your kind soul to forgive me?â
you scoff, rightfully so, before grabbing your phone to take a picture of him. youâre quiet for a few moments more, jaehyun knowing that youâre about to post the picture on your instagram story for everyone to see, including jungwoo. he doesnât want to stop you, equal parts of wanting to show off how youâre hanging out with him and a little bit of embarrassment.Â
you set your phone down, placing your hands on top of his, âyou can stop. now i kinda just feel bad for you. you do deserve it, though.â
jaehyun doesnât move, staring at you with a certain look in his eyes. he can tell you right here, he thinks. heâs thought about what heâd say if he were to confess to you almost too much. heâs practiced his lines before, thinking up the perfect way heâd confess. it almost feels right to do it now, clearing his throat and-
your phone buzzes, pulling your attention away from him. he grimaces when you show him the notification. what seems to be jungwooâs account liking your story, the story that has jaehyun begging for your apology posted on it. you sigh dreamily, âtold you heâs funny.â
ânot funny when itâs jungwoo.â
âjaehyun!â
you find yourself drinking at jaehyunâs place again.
itâs a slow night, both of you had stressful days. you choose to stay in jaehyunâs kitchen, laughing at unfunny words and pouring more wine for each other as the night rolls on. you didnât mean to stay over so late, but jaehyun practically begged you to spend some time with him. you were quick to say yes under the guise that all he wanted to do was be with his friend.
before the night went too deep, you texted jungwoo saying that you probably wonât be able to call him tonight. he responds quick, a have fun! and i hope you sleep well :) flashing on your screen. you smile warmly at the messages, but quickly notice jaehyun also staring at them. you push at his shoulders, whining over how heâs invading your privacy.
his cheeks are rosy from the wine, a sly smile on his face as he asks, âhow am i not supposed to look when i see you smiling like that.â
âyouâre supposed to be a good friend and support me in my times of need!â
he puts his hands up in defense, that annoying smile still looking back at you, âthank you for being so vulnerable around me. and whoâs to say i donât support you in your times of need?â
you hear the double meaning in his words, swatting him away, âhey! youâre actually so gross.â
he just chuckles at your words, enjoying how easily you get embarrassed at his teasing. itâs been happening more often, and jaehyun canât help but piece together that it might be because of jungwoo. jaehyun feels that you might be slipping away right in front of him, and he canât really do anything to stop it.
you arenât completely unaware of jaehyun trying to get you to hang out with him. heâs been sending more texts recently, nothing really important being said. youâre not sure how obvious youâre being with jungwoo, but youâre sure that jaehyun has at least an inkling on how you feel about him. which leads you to believe that jaehyun might be a little jealous.
it was never your intention to make him jealous. that night when you first saw jungwoo again was all unplanned. you never thought you would end up talking to him, never thought youâd like the way he treated you. he was so sweet to you, always trying to take care of your every need when prompted.
itâs bad to compare, but you realize that jaehyunâs only being so nice to you now is because jungwooâs being nice to you.Â
thatâs not to say that jaehyun was never not nice to you, but you could tell that itâs a different kind of nice when it comes to him. the relationship you have with jaehyun now feels more like a bandaid to cover all of the bad things that have happened, no one bothering to address it. you donât want to either way, no use in bringing up what shouldnât be talked about.
even now, as youâre here with him in his kitchen, feeling the cold air from the open window drift in, thereâs unspoken words between the two of you. you can hear the music playing from his speakers in the other room, the melody sticking in your head. itâs weird to think that you wouldâve never gotten to see jaehyun like this if you didnât stay with him.
itâs quiet for a few moments, apart from jaehyun humming along to the song thatâs playing. itâs dark, his warm lights low as they cover the both of you. itâs nice like this, a little drunk and a little quiet; you donât have to think about anything you donât want to. you donât think before you speak, âi do miss you, too, you know.âÂ
âyeah?â
âyouâre still someone i appreciate, even after everything.â
he doesnât respond, and you think heâs taking in your words. youâre not sure why you didnât specify âfriendâ but you know he knows better than to have his hopes up anymore. you see that the tips of his ears are pink, the lazy smile on his face showing that heâs a bit tipsy too. heâs not looking at you, youâre not really sure what heâs thinking-
âi think⊠i think i love you.â
âwhat?â
his eyes immediately snap to yours, widening as he realizes what slipped out of his mouth. slightly panicking, he stands up, trying to backtrack, âno, i- look-â
âwhat did you say?â
âiâm sorry, i didnât mean it-â
âwhat does that even mean? you canât just randomly say you love me and then take it back?â
he chooses not to answer right away, eyes darting all around as he tries to come up with an answer. he can fix this, he can help himself, itâs just⊠he doesnât really want to. itâs almost selfish with how he feels a little relief with his confession. âsince youâre asking,â he starts, âi⊠i like you. iâve liked you for a while now.â
when he looks at you, the anger from before is still there. youâre biting down on your lip, hands balled at your sides as his words hit you. âjaehyun⊠do you know how wrong that is? since when? after you rejected me?â
âno, i- fine. yes, after i rejected you. i know itâs wrong and i know i shouldnât but it clicked for me, even if it was a little late.â
âa little late? jaehyun, youâre telling me this after you know iâm talking to someone. you knew that thereâd be a high chance that i wouldnât feel the same. i know youâre not that dumb.â
âbut thatâs how you felt when you asked me out? even if there was a chance that i would say no to you, you still did it, right? thatâs exactly how i feel, how bad would it be if i tried?â
a shocked laugh leaves you, âthat isnât fair! youâre not being fair! youâre not thinking about how i would feel knowing this!â
you think he knows that itâs not the same between you and him. you confessed because you genuinely thought you had a chance with him. jaehyunâs only confessing because youâre talking to jungwoo.Â
âi shouldâve never let this happen! fuck, i knew if i kept talking to you, something bad would happen.â
he scoffs, wanting to call out your bluff. âi never forced you to come over and talk. you werenât forced to come over and have sex with me. you couldâve stopped this at any time, but you kept coming back to me.â
you let out an exasperated sound, âwe were friends, jaehyun. friends hang out and talk, thatâs literally all we were doing.â
he snaps, âfriends donât fuck. friends donât hold each other after sex. you canât say that you didnât feel anything between us. thatâs the whole reason i called you for sex the other day, i needed you."
you can hear how loud your heart is pounding in your chest. your head hurts already, the faint song playing in the other room only adding to the pain. thereâs nothing more that you want to do than just go home. you wish you couldâve been more clear, you wished you wouldâve drawn a clearer line between the two of you. now youâre stuck like this.
you sigh out, mumbling into the quiet air, âif i had known that you were gonna be like this, i wouldâve made sure to end whatever we had as soon as possible.â
âif you never met jungwoo, then this probably never wouldâve happened. i couldâve asked you out the normal way, but you kind of forced me into drunkenly confessing to you.â
you send a glare straight at him, âdo not assume how i would feel in any situation. the fact that you didnât even want to tell me that you liked me says everything i need to know.â
âhow was i supposed to tell the girl i rejected that i like her now?â
âexactly! donât you see how fucked up that is?â
he shrugs, closing himself off before you can start up again. you know how he gets, pretending that none of this really matters to him. itâs childish, and you know he knows it. you donât know what else to do. if he canât sort himself out, thereâs no reason for you to be here anymore.
youâre quick to get up and out of the kitchen. he doesnât look at you at first, but as soon as he hears you pack your stuff into your bag and your car keys in hands, he follows right after you. thereâs a startled look on his face, you can tell that he didnât think you would leave him. you watch as he raises a hand to stop you, but quickly puts it down after some thought.
you let out a breath, âiâm leaving. you can decide if you want to pull yourself together and grow up if you wanna talk. if not, donât even bother texting me.â
he doesnât try to argue, watching as you walk out his door. he canât feel anything, doesnât really want to do anything other than lay in bed. he walks over to his bedroom, the sound of a familiar slow song getting louder as he walks closer. he makes it inside, pausing the song before laying down onto his back. itâs quiet again.
he just ruined everything.
for the first time in a while, your life feels kinda normal.
thereâs not a lot for you to worry about if you ignore a few things. work is fine, your friends are celebrating your freedom, and jungwoo comforts you in every way possible. you realize that jungwoo mightâve been everything youâve been looking for in a person. he stays close when you need him and gives you space when you ask.
you tell jungwoo that youâre happy to have him right now. you tell him that youâre sorry for acting a little weird recently (he quickly denies your claim). you donât tell him exactly what happened with jaehyun, but you can assume he at least knows a little. he doesnât try to pry it out of you, choosing not to remind you of something you donât want to think of.
and youâre not thinking about it. you havenât gotten any texts from jaehyun, so why should you care?
as much as you donât want to admit it, it does feel weird not having jaehyun in your life. you didnât realize how much you thought about him or how much time was dedicated to being with him. it didnât seem to matter at first because you thought it was because you both were friends, but you realize he was kind of stringing you along.
thereâs a lot of time you have to yourself now. you donât have to worry about jaehyun calling you randomly throughout the day or one of his spontaneous meetups. you donât have to think about his you up? texts during the late hours of the night. you donât have to think about any hurt heâs caused you in the past. none of it will mean anything anymore.
until you get a call from johnny.
âhey, johnny. whatâs up?â
he skips right past your greeting, âwhy doesnât jaehyun want to hang out with you?â
youâre shocked for multiple reasons. one, of course, johnny already knows your business. two, how dare jaehyun say he doesnât want to hang out with you. you scoff, âwhat exactly did he say?â
âhe said he was busy, but, like i know heâs not gonna be busy. and that obviously means that something is going on between you two.â
you want to scream into your phoneâs microphone. jaehyun doesnât deserve to set the boundary between you two. he was the one who messed it up in the first place, so why is he the one trying to put distance between you two? âjohnny,â you start, âdo you promise not to tell anyone about what iâm about to tell you? you canât even tell jaehyun.â
he lets out a little shocked sound and you can imagine him sitting up straight. he whispers into the call, âwhat is it?â
âthe other night, jaehyun told me he likes me. actually, in his own words, he said he thinks he loves me.â
he gasps loudly into the phone, âwhat? are you sure? like jaehyun said that? jaehyun?â
âexactly! it doesnât even seem like something heâd do! he said it was because we were both drinking.â
âthat doesnât even matter,â johnny sighs, âyou donât go around saying that to your friend, especially not the friend you rejected before.â
âyou get it! thatâs literally what i told him! i need to sit down with you so we can discuss this.â
itâs quiet on the other side of the call, and by his silence, you can tell heâs planning something. itâs never good when he does, so you try to call out his name before he can think any more, but youâre too late.
âi think you should sit down with him to talk about what happened.â
you sarcastically laugh, âhe hasnât even texted me, thereâs no way iâm talking to him first.â
âi didnât say you should text him first, iâm just saying that you both should talk. you canât just leave this off on bad terms.â
âand if i want to?â
âi know you donât. plus, it feels like iâm a child whose parents are going through divorce, so you need to fix this.â
you whine into the phone, which causes johnny to laugh on the other end. heâs right, you donât want this to end badly with jaehyun. even if you both decide to never talk again, you donât want to have a strained relationship with him. after a few moments, you answer him, âfine, but donât have your hopes up because even i donât know whatâs gonna happen.â
âokay, perfect, because i already kinda convinced jaehyun to meet up with you.â
âjohnny!â
he defends himself, âlike i said, iâm basically seeing you guys go through a divorce. please bring my family back together.â
âwhatever, do what you want to do.â johnny cheers from the other end of the call, quickly letting out an you wonât be disappointed! before he hangs up, not even letting you say goodbye. as much as you try to hide it, a part of you is happy at the thought of jaehyun wanting to work things out with you.
even if you donât know what you want just yet, youâll get yourself ready.
you realize youâre no longer happy when a few days later, jaehyun shows up to your front doorstep, a frown painted on his face.
you almost want to slam the door on him when he speaks. his voice is quiet, âwhy did you tell johnny you didnât want to hang out with me?â
as soon as he stops talking, it all clicks in your head. johnny tricked you both. youâll have to get mad at him later, but for right now, you have to deal with jaehyun whoâs pretending he didnât just ignore you for almost two weeks. you reluctantly let him in, watching as he walks in almost too normally.
no one bothers talking, no one trying to make the first move. youâre staring him down and he tries to ignore the hard stare youâre giving him. while youâre glaring at him, you can see how he looks more tired than usual. the faint lines under his eyes give it away, and when he does finally make eye contact with you, itâs soft, no anger behind his eyes.
you step back, breathing in before speaking, âletâs go talk in my room.â
he sends you a soft smile, not needing you to guide him to your room. he knows the whole layout by now, feeling more like heâs leading you to your own room. he opens the door for you, choosing to let you walk in first. itâs awkward when you have to motion for him to step in, watching him not really knowing what to do.
you move to sit on your bed, and he moves to sit at your desk. itâs not as awkward as it is tense. you donât know what to say, you didnât plan on him coming over. his eyes are darting across your room, his eyebrows furrowed as he presumably tries to start the conversation.
âhow are you doing?â
you roll your eyes at the simple question, âiâve been doing fine. i feel like my lifeâs been a lot calmer since that day.â
he leans forward in his seat, âreally? i feel like iâve lost ten years of my life.â
deserved, you think. you gather all your thoughts before speaking, âi think the days that i spent without thinking about you really changed how i feel. i realized just how much i was entangled in your life. it wasnât good for me.â
he looks off to the side, taking in your words. you see the hurt that settles in his face, you see how itâs going to be burned into his memory. he smacks his lips, âi think for me itâs the opposite. i realized during this time without you really solidified my feelings. i canât lie and say that my feelings have changed, because they havenât.â
you feel anger bubbling up inside you, but you canât do that today. you take a few breaths, calming yourself down as you focus on what youâre most curious about, âwhy did you start liking me?â
âi donât even know. i know itâs shitty of me to realize how much you mean to me after i said no to your confession. i understand why you said no to me.â
âiâm sorry for getting mad so quickly. it was just so out of the blue, i never wouldâve expected you to say that.â
you pat the spot on your bed next to you, calling his name softly. he slowly moves to your side, his eyes focused on his hands splayed across his knees. after all this time without you, he wishes he could hold your hand in his, even if he tried to play it off as a joke. itâs been too long without your touch. you took away the only thing that kept him close to you.Â
âcan i ask something?â
he nods, putting all of his focus on you. it feels intense when he does, you havenât had him this close in a long time. you clear your throat, âthis wasnât all because of jungwoo, right?â
he sighs, his jaw clenching as he thinks of the right words to say. heâs deep in thought, and you almost want to tell him to drop it all together. he decides to speak up, âhonestly? seeing you both together kind of made me realize my feelings. i was losing you to him, and i really couldnât handle it. iâm not trying to ruin whatever you have going on with him, i promise.â
you donât know what else to say. so much of this could've been prevented if you kept an eye out for yourself. you also wouldnât want to go back and change what youâve done. you donât regret ever being jaehyunâs friend, you donât regret all the memories youâve made with him.Â
âso, this⊠this is really over then?â
you shrug, âi would think so.â
itâs quiet for a few moments, the both of you letting the thought seep in. âthisâ has never been defined between the two of you, but you can assume itâs almost everything you do together. what youâre feeling now is close to how you felt when he first rejected you. whatâs different now is that you canât help but feel just a little relieved, ending something that probably shouldâve never happened.
in another world, you think you wouldâve reciprocated jaehyunâs feelings. it wouldâve been easy, pieces easily falling into place as you both fall for each other. itâs almost as if it were supposed to be something that was natural. but jaehyun had given the time for you to move on, and you did. it was too late for him to realize his own feelings.
âwe can still be friends if you can handle that.â
he laughs incredulously, âif i can handle that? iâm a grown man, thank you very much.â
âyeah? well i think if i were you, i wouldnât be able to hold back my feelings,â you tease.
he grumbles, âtoo soon, youâre too mean.â
jaehyun watches a pretty smile adorn your face, and if it werenât for the current circumstances, he would tell you how pretty you look. he keeps the thought to himself though, opting to ask, âhow about one last drink together as friends who are a little more than friends?â
you hum, pretending to think about it. you watch worry wash over his face, and you do feel bad a little bit. âone more time, just for your sake. you look like you might start crying.â
he groans as you walk away to get some wine for the both of you. youâre by yourself for a few moments as you pour the drinks. you feel awkward in here by yourself, left with thoughts and memories of all the things youâve done together. all the times youâve had sex, all the times where heâs felt like your boyfriend, but none of it holds to him being your friend.
you donât know if you can continue being friends with him.Â
it would be unfair to jungwoo. you havenât told him the exact dynamics of how your friendship with jaehyun worked, but you can assume he knows most of it.Â
you return to the sight of jaehyun looking around your room. heâs been in here too many times to count, and yet seeing him here now, itâs weird. he feels out of place, he feels almost like a stranger in your own apartment. despite the history you have with him, it seemed to fall apart so easily as soon as conflict hit.
he thanks you quietly when you hand him the glass. you take a small sip of your drink, watching jaehyun do the same from the corner of your eye. after the drink, he chooses to speak, âso how are you and jungwoo?â
âthatâs how you want to start our small talk?â you splutter out.
âi mean, can i not be interested in my friends' love life?â
well itâs hard when you were directly involved in it. you shrug, taking another small sip before speaking, âiâm⊠really happy that iâm talking to him. he takes care of me, heâs always asking how iâm doing. itâs nice being with him.â
you can tell jaehyun is trying not to let your words affect him, âare you both⊠officially dating yet?â
his words make you shy, your facing feeling hot at the idea of dating jungwoo. brushing off his words, you laugh, âno! not yet, at least. i think iâd say yes if he asked me out.â
he nods, his head hanging heavy, hand twirling the wine in his glass. you know what heâs thinking, you donât need to ask him. you canât be his, you wonât ever be his. you think that this was never supposed to work out, no matter how hard you tried or how much you think he couldâve loved you. he wasnât meant for you.
âokay, one more thing.â
he nods, turning his attention back on you.
âdid you really mean it back then, like, when you said that you werenât ready for a relationship?â
âyes, i was scared. i think back then, even though i didnât realize it, i also had feelings for you. but it was⊠it just wasnât the right time for me. even though i liked spending so much time with you, there were things i wanted to figure out first.â
you cock your head to the side, âlike?â
he hums in thought for a bit, trying to remember times from so long ago. thinking back, you remember how you felt old, you felt like you were already an adult. but heâs right, there were still things you didnât know about yourself, and you wonder if dating jaehyun wouldâve stopped you from figuring them out.
âi guess⊠mostly wanting to decide what i wanted to do with my life. now that iâve somewhat settled, i feel more confident in what i want. even though it came at the worst time, i was so sure that i could see you in my future.â
the confession doesnât hurt as much as you thought it would. you can relate to how he feels. for the longest time, you felt that you needed jaehyun in your life. it wasnât until after he confessed to you that you saw that thereâs more to your life than him. youâre thankful for all the time youâve had with him, but thereâs still so much more for you to do.
itâs like this for a few more hours, the sunset bleeding into the night time. you both have a few more drinks, jaehyun eventually turns on music playing on his phone. you feel a lot better now. you only want the best for jaehyun, and you think that this is the best for the both of you.
jaehyun has to leave at some point, one of the last buses back to his place coming soon. you donât want him to go, you donât want him to leave the comfort of your bedroom. thereâs a small part of you thatâs scared that youâll never see him here again. you try to remind him that this is what you both need, clear, distinct boundaries.
you walk him to your door, âyouâll text me once you're at your apartment, right?â
he shuffles over, âyeah, i will. johnny will make sure i get there safe.â
you nod, opening the door for him. he walks out, watching you with an unsure look on his face. a part of you wants to let him in, wants to let him give you one last kiss. itâs wrong, your grip on your door getting tighter at the thought. he still has a strong pull on you, your hand wanting to reach for his.
itâs not meant to be.
âgoodnight, jaehyun. iâll see you soon, okay?â
âalright, goodnight. i⊠iâll be here if you ever need me. iâll wait.â
you smile, âi know. thank you, get back safe.â
he nods, waving you off before he walks away. you close the door, locking it behind you. itâs quiet now, no soft conversations, no laughing, just the sound of your feet pattering on the floor.Â
you donât really feel like crying. you donât feel like thereâs something missing inside you. jaehyun used to be a big part of you, but as time went on, he took up less and less space.
thereâs more important things to worry about than someone who couldnât make time for you. you have time to figure things out now, you have time to figure out what you really want, whether thatâs jungwoo or someone else.Â
youâve never felt better.Â
as jaehyun scrolls through instagram, he sees a post from you. itâs been a while since heâs seen you in person, so heâll take anything he can get. the first few photos are of you, and the next few are pictures of things he assumes you found pretty. the last photo is what makes him pause, a photo of what he can only assume is jungwoo holding your hand.
he checks the comments, some of your friends replying with different emojis, all to tease you with. they all seem to know about your budding relationship with jungwoo. jaehyunâs glad that itâs going well for the both of you. itâs what you deserve after what he put you through.
he hung out with you and johnny the other day. as much as everyone tried to be normal, he couldnât shake off the feeling that he changed the dynamics of your friendship. you and johnny were the same, easily laughing and joking around with each other. itâs not exactly awkward when you and jaehyun talk, but the air around you is certainly different.
itâs what shouldâve happened, at the start of it all you both shouldâve set rules. jaehyun realizes that he wouldâve never gotten to see you in the ways he did. warm lights from his kitchen painting over your skin, or when the light from the moon would shine over your body while he holds you close. he wouldnât trade those memories for anything.
you were all he had, and losing you is something he will always regret. he knows that youâre doing good now, not just with jungwoo. he doesnât want to come in and ruin what youâve built up. it doesnât matter how much he wants to hold you in his arms or kiss you, youâre better off without him.
he just wishes he had more time.
a/n: hey people... what did we think of this ending... jaehyun is my friend i do not hate him i like him... anyways i hoped u like this... it took longer than i thought it would but im glad its out HOORAYYY
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â± NEEDING SOME LOVE? ïœĄïŸ âĄ
(english)
â ÖŽÖ¶Öž àč âźâ synopsis: you are a succubus and offers affection after jjk men pass or are in stressful situations.
â ÖŽÖ¶Öž àč âźâ characters: ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento.
â ÖŽÖ¶Öž àč âźâ warnings: strong language, rough sex, unprotected sex, praising kink, hair pulling, degradation kink, oral (both receiving), fem!dom, male!dom, creampie, nipple play, teasing, love bites, needy behavior.
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đđđđ đđđđđđ was tired. He was hella tired.
Some time ago, Kento decided to give up his life as an office worker and put into practice everything he had learned at Jujutsu High. Enduring Gojo Satoru shouting in his ear like he did in high school was the worst of the problems, the big "x" of the issue now was dealing with the curses that arrived in the city.
Sukuna's return seemed to have brought a streak of bad luck to everyone else, and it stressed him, God, how it stressed him.
He had fought against a curse called "Mahito". He was all patched up, had blue hair, was tough and very ironic, the kind that brags about their deplorable exploits. His stupid actions meant that Nanami had to spend more time at work, as he was going to finish his shift at 6 p.m., but Mahito was persistent and stupid, forcing him to work overtime.
He left office life so he could stop working like a convict, and now he was forced to work overtime because of this stupid curse?
It's incredibly disrespectful.
He arrived at the apartment tired, just thinking about taking a relaxing shower and sleeping. Maybe this vacation to Malaysia should be brought forward.
He unlocked the main door and when he entered, he turned on the orange lamp next to it, casting dim light across the room. He was already loosening his tie and muttering some swear words when he came across a peculiar figure on the sofa. You were lying on your side, resting your face in your hand, looking at him with a mischievous smile and slightly shaking your tail.
The tail, as well as the horns and wings were part of your real form, but you made them disappear to be more comfortable sometimes.
ââ What are you doing in my house? â the blonde questioned, without paying much attention to you.
ââ You know how it is, no big deal... â you slid onto the couch. ââ Just checking if my favorite blonde is okay...
ââ I am very well.
You giggled indiscreetly.
ââ You seem stressed to me...
ââ I can ease my stress on my own, I don't need another curse bothering me today.
You got up from the couch, walking over to him with a hand on your chest, pretending to be offended.
ââ Aww, too bad. I'm not a curse, you know this... â you said, making your most fantasy features disappear, looking like a normal human. ââ Are you going to treat me like that night was nothing?
He grunted, taking off his tie to make himself more comfortable.
ââ It was a dream. A fucking dream.
ââ It wasn't a dream... â you teased. ââ But I agree with you on the fucking part. Wow, we fucked so much!
You kept remembering about it, with a mischievous smile on your lips.
ââ What did you come for, you devil? Feed? If so, I'm tired, I don't have any energy to give you.
Well, that's the truth. Succubus feeds on a person's vital energy through sex.
ââ Do I look evil, Kento? I'm here to take care of you. You let me feed myself, I think it's fair that I take care of you.
You took a hand to the blonde's defined jaw and slid your fingers over his skin, watching as he shivered.
ââ You'll see... I can wash your hair... â you took one of his hands and brought it to your face, so he could feel your warm cheek. ââ Kiss your pretty lips and we can explore each other's bodies, so you will sleep very happy afterwards. Don't you think you need some love?
His mischievous smile was a beautiful invitation. And the blonde gave in to the temptation and desire you emanated. You calmly convinced him, and now you were in the bathroom, in the shower, moaning and feeling the warm water slide over your skin. Nanami's strong body hugged yours from behind, while his hands were covered in liquid soap with passion fruit and chamomile essences.
His huge hands slid over your wet skin and went to your breasts, playing with your nipples between his index and middle fingers; giving you an awesome stimulation.
You could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his cock slides through your tight insides, giving you as much pleasure as you were giving him. The blonde's deep moans were close to your ear, making you bite your lower lip. Your hands were on the blue tiled wall, providing you with some support as he delighted in your body.
ââ I told you... you would be happier- ugh, fuck...
ââ I think you're right, I can't resist that fucking pussy... â he kissed your shoulder. ââ Goddamn, if these curses keep stressing me out I'm going to need you every week...
ââ I'll always be here for you, darling... â you smiled, biting your bottom lip and brought a hand up to his wet blonde hair, while his lips were on your shoulder, tasting your wet skin. ââ Every time you need... to give you the sweetest dreams ever.
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đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ can be irritated and stressed, like ordinary people. With Sukuna's return, there were other curses with Kenjaku causing problems, such as a stranger called Jogo. They didn't seem like a big problem, nothing he couldn't handle, but it was certainly something that would irritate him and require more strength and patience.
He had to balance this with his teaching duties and training the host of the king of curses, Yuji Itadori.
Sometimes Satoru fantasizes about what his life would be like without the responsibility of being a special grade sorcerer. Maybe he could be like most who don't have to worry about literally being humanity's last hope if the curses ever want to claim dominance again.
He had lost his best friend a few years ago, and it still hurt him. He had to take care of Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, as well as put up with hearing shit from other elitist sorcerers.
All of this made Satoru frustrated.
This caused erotic dreams to happen with a certain frequency, and the figure that satisfied him was you, a succubus. You're wrong if you think that your relationship with the most powerful sorcerer was just sex, nothing like that, you also talked a few times, flirted and even saw each other in real life.
At that point, you could already consider each other very close.
Now he had arrived home and removed the bandage that covered his vibrant blue eyes.
ââ I know you are here, sweetie.
He hadn't turned on any lights yet, but then you emerged from the shadows when he turned on the yellow lights in the living room. The lights were in a weaker tone, precisely so that he could be more relaxed and rest, providing a cozy atmosphere.
You were wearing a button-down shirt he had. A long-sleeved white shirt that had a few buttons lazily closed. Your thighs were bare, your smooth skin perfectly visible and your seductive scent carried far and wide. Your horns were not visible, nor were your wings or tail.
He went feral just by seeing this.
ââ I can see in those pretty eyes how tired you are... â you walked closer to him, hugging his neck affectionately. ââ Wanna tell me what happened?
A muffled laugh echoed between you, a laugh coming from him before he slid his tongue across his lower lip gently.
ââ It's amazing how you always come up with the right words, and that lovely voice... â he wrapped his arms around your waist. ââ It doesn't even feel like you're here with the purpose of sucking me dry.
You laughed at the audacity of the perfect white-haired sorcerer's words.
ââ Do you think I'm a mercenary who only cares about your life energy, Satoru? What we have is special... â you looked at him with your best puppy eyes.
He smiled happily upon hearing this.
ââ Don't you think you're needing some love, handsome?
You looked at him with your pink eyes, like a shining gemstone. Glowing with lust.
Gojo's response was his lips immediately being pressed against yours. His warm tongue slid against yours, allowing you to taste the mint gum he had been chewing all day. His hands held and squeezed your waist, making you moan against his lips, and he bit your lower lip lightly.
When you realized, you were on his bed. Your clothes were making a trail that led from the living room to the bedroom, and your bodies were sweaty on the sheets. You were on your side, with your head on the pillow, feeling one of Satoru's hands squeezing your breasts while the other held your thigh, slightly raised so that he could thrust his hips with precision against you.
The blue-eyed man bit your neck a little between kisses, probably leaving your skin marked, but he liked it. He liked to have the feeling that you were his.
ââ This pussy calms me down in a way... â he moaned, never stopping moving his hips against you, making the sound of your bodies echo throughout the room. ââ It's like it was made for me...
ââ Take it easy, love... â you gripped the sheets tightly, feeling his body against yours as your vision was clouded with pleasure. ââ Or you'll get addicted...
ââ Fucking hell, I already am... â hearing him go crazy was priceless. ââ I need that damn pussy sliding on my cock every night...
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His current mental state lived up to his appearance. He was as worn out as his eyelids and his dark circles. The physical and mental exhaustion of the blood handler was increasingly evident, he no longer knew what to do. He had constant and massive existential crises, which made his head scream.
Being by Kenjaku's side felt right, but something in him told him that wasn't the only option he had. Halloween was coming, the coup in Shibuya was going to happen and Choso only thought about running out of there and never coming back, evaporating like water in a hot pot of rice. But on the other hand, he must avenge the death of his brothers.
Why did life have to be so difficult?
He entered the room, throwing himself on the bed and burying his face in a pillow as he sighed heavily and tried to clear his thoughts. That was when a shiver ran down his spine and he looked at an armchair next to him.
There you were, with your horns and wings and your tail, slowly swaying back and forth like a cat.
ââ Hi, baby.
You smiled and waved calmly at him.
ââ W-Who are you? What are you doing here?
ââ Oh, don't you know who I am? â You were surprised. ââ Well, let me put on a friendlier appearance to talk to you then.
In the blink of an eye your mystical features disappeared.
ââ Better, right?
You fixed your hair softly.
ââ I'm a succubus, by the look on your face I can assume you've never met one, right?
He nodded shyly.
ââ Well, Choso... I noticed you're so stressed. So tired, so depressed... â you walked over to the bed, running your hands through his silky hair. ââ That brought me here.
ââ Can I assume you want to kill me...?
You laughed at the man's naivety.
ââ Kill you? No, no. Why would I kill such an adorable guy like you? â he was so adorable and cute. ââ All I need is a little bit of your life energy, and don't worry, you'll recover in time.
ââ And how do I give it to you?
ââ You'll have to cum for me.
His pale cheeks turned red like ripe strawberries.
ââ W-What!?
ââ Feeding me during sex is the best option, and the best thing is that it doesn't hurt you either... â your hot pink eyes glowed at him, in a tone of eloquent desire. ââ Don't you think you need some love, baby?
Yes, Choso had to assume that this was the best option for him at the moment. He might have to give you some of his life energy, but at the same time he would be rewarded for it. He was a bit inexperienced, and he didn't hide it â maybe he couldn't even try to hide it.
While you were kissing, he ended up asking to taste your pussy. That was the most promiscuous and shy request a man had ever made to you, two extremes at once. He accepted, and now he was eating you out with a desire that not even an extremely experienced man had ever eaten. His eyes were closed, his hands were squeezing your thighs and his face was buried between your legs.
The desire left him intoxicated, too focused on making you feel good.
Your legs were draped over his shoulders and you held onto his beautiful dark hair, squeezing it every now and then just out of sheer will, as you let him dictate at his own pace. Kamo's tongue slid inside you and his lips worked together to make you moan more and more.
At that point he couldn't take it anymore. The noticeable erection inside his pants was making that piece of clothing tighter and tighter, and if you kept moaning like that while he tasted you, he would probably end up cumming in his boxers. It had been a long time since he had tasted pussy this sweet, and now he felt like he was being bewitched or something.
ââ Hmm... you're so sweet, hm... â he kept eating.
ââ Such a good boy, you're doing well... â looked down, seeing his lips on your soaked sex. ââ Don't be shy, rub your face on it...
Without even blinking, he held your thighs tighter and rubbed his face against your pussy, making you moan loudly and grip his hair tighter. That was unexpected, as you didn't expect to be dealing with a man who would obey so much.
Choso Kamo is indeed a good boy.
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It was no different for Toji, who had to kill people almost every day.
The smell of iron coming from the blood was no longer something he found strange, as it was like smelling the good smell of a disinfectant or a perfume that was pleasant. Most of his clothes were black, just so he wouldn't worry about blood stains, his house didn't have light-colored carpets, precisely so that he wouldn't have to do such intense cleaning if blood leaked through a trash bag.
He lived in an extremely simple apartment, in a suburban neighborhood where the rent was very cheap.
Perhaps if his gambling addiction hadn't consumed him, he might have been in a better situation, as he was paid very well for his services. It was no surprise, after all Toji is a professional at what he does.
Today he was hired to kill an extremely important man, and he was protected by some very experienced and strong sorcerers, that was a lot of work and Toji got hurt a little. Now he had taken a cold shower and put on black sweatpants, lying down on the double bed in that small room, lit by the orange light from the streetlight that invaded through the window.
You teleported to his bed, laying down next to him.
Upon smelling her sweet scent entering his nostrils, Fushiguro wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
ââ I was already thinking about summoning you, my little devil...
His deep voice shook your bones, reverberating on it.
ââ Missing me, my love? â you teased.
ââ Always, honey.
ââ Had a bad day?
ââ Bad as fuck, but now I have you here.
ââ I think you're needing some love, don't you agree? â you turned to him, smiling mischievously and running a hand over the scar he had on his lip.
ââ I need all the love in the world right now.
And so you started kissing. It was an intense kiss, with a lot of desire and lust as your tongues touched and he grunted against your mouth. His kiss always seemed to take the air out of you, leaving you shocked at how good he felt.
Toji Fushiguro is ridiculously good in bed.
Right now, he was reminding you why he's the best you've ever had. This man was fucking you in a deliciously sinful mating press, holding your thighs as his green eyes were locked on yours and he was thrusting his hips against you like there's no tomorrow.
Fucking looking into the eyes was something so intimate and serious that you had never done with anyone; Toji could consider himself a big important milestone in your centuries-old succubus life.
ââ So fuckin' good f'me... â he was going crazy, just like you.
It felt strangely good, feeling him thrusting while you were stuffed. This man had already come and was still hard and needy for more, so much so that some of his hot cum was dripping down your poor little hole.
ââ You're such a whore, aren't you? This pussy is dripping and you still want more...
You smiled mischievously, biting your bottom lip and looking at him.
ââ What can I do? You're irresistible...
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Yes, you did not read it wrong. No, that wasn't a doubt, it was an affirmation.
You, like a good succubus, had been watching him from the shadows for a while, because after all, his life seemed to be extremely interesting. Realized from the beginning that he had four concubines, all of them beautiful, with the most different bodies, different shapes. Always dressed in flashy lingerie and wearing jewelry.
But somehow, he no longer looked at them with that hunger and desire he had at first. You wonder why?
The truth is that there was no answer to this notorious question. He had probably just lost interest in them or sex in general for a while because of the problems that were plaguing him. After all, he is the king.
With this in mind, you decided to pay a visit to the lonely king.
You entered his throne room, wearing beautiful red lingerie, adorned with some rubies, which framed your curves very well. Your soft skin was completely exposed and you made a point of letting your perfume emanate far away, as well as your pheromones.
ââ Sukuna... long time no see.
You teased him, laughing softly. You never had to bow to him, he "forgave" your audacity.
ââ Little brat... can I know why are you bothering me?
ââ I came to offer you help.
ââ Help?
ââ I noticed you don't care about your concubines anymore... from afar I feel your dissatisfaction.
He laughed mischievously, in his classic way.
ââ And what did you come here for? Apply to replace one of them?
ââ Sukuna, speaking like that, it seems like you don't know me â you made a subtle gesture with your hand. ââ I just came here to propose a deal.
ââ What type of deal?
ââ You give me some of your vital energy and I give you pleasure...
He would have said "yes" right away the way he was, but playing hard to get was part of his personality.
ââ What makes you think I would accept this deal?
You smiled mischievously and began to crawl towards him, slowly climbing the steps that led to his throne at the top. Like a cat, it crawls slowly until it reaches the ball of yarn.
ââ Oh, my king... â you knew how to play dirty. ââ I was watching you the whole time, I can see how frustrated you are.
You rested your head on his thigh, covered by the white kimono.
ââ You're needing some love, my dear...
And he agreed to this deal the right way. You knew you would have to put up with all the brutality of the king of curses, and you were willing to do that, especially because he didn't go beyond the limits, but he really was remarkable.
The white kimono he was wearing was already open, exposing his beautiful body with the marks that were his striking feature. You were kneeling right in front of him, while he held your hair and moaned, with his eyes closed and tilting his head back. Your mouth slid over his huge cock, feeling how his precum slid over your tongue every time you played with his sensitive, pink tip.
Sukuna's moans were as profane as his dark, morbid nature.
But they were truly a pleasure to listen to, and they were so good that it was making your thin panties weat with your desire, which ran down your slits as you used your mouth on him.
ââ F-Fuck... what a good fucking slut you are... â he pulled your hair.
You gagged on his cock a few times. Which was completely acceptable since he was indeed huge.
You were still going to have a lot of fun in that room, you couldn't even imagine that you could fuck in as many positions as he was going to fuck you on that throne.
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Summer was a difficult season, as curses were everywhere and spread like plagues. In fact, the heat was so intense that it could kill the curses on its own, but he, as a sorcerer, had the obligation to act against them.
All that stress was already becoming unbearable, Suguru was already one step away from freaking out and killing everything and everyone in sight â whether it was a curse or not. He no longer cared about anything, and only thought about how complicated his life was and that maybe he wished he could have been born without this gift, so that he could do what "normal people" do.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for the man with long dark hair, you already had an eye on everything. I analyzed him from afar at various times, and thought about when would be the right time to approach him. You heard that he had been having these outbursts since Jujutsu High, now he was an adult and was still trying to control himself for not causing a giant disgrace.
Now he was on the balcony of his bedroom, it was a moonlit, starry and hot night.
His hair was tied up at the top and loose at the bottom, so he felt a little fresher. He was only wearing gray boxers and had picked up a cigarette, when he was about to light it, he noticed that he had lost the lighter.
ââ I always leave it here on the balcony table...
He muttered to himself.
ââ Looking for this?
He heard an unfamiliar female voice behind him and immediately looked to see what it was about. It was you, you were there looking at him like a predator looks at its prey, with your hot pink eyes.
ââ Don't get closer, or I-...
ââ What? Are you gonna eat me? â you teased, while holding his lighter. ââ I mean, depending on how it goes, I accept it...
ââ Who are you?
You took the cigarette from his hand, politely asking "excuse me", and brought it to your lips, lighting it with the lighter and inhaling the smoke before bringing it to his lips. Suguru should assume that was a very sensual thing to watch, more so than he would like to admit.
You introduced yourself, saying your name to him and offering a gentle smile.
ââ Are you a curse? â he was smoking his cigarette calmly. ââ I can feel your cursed energy.
ââ Succubus and incubus are not curses, but we have cursed energy.
ââ Then why are you here? I don't think I have anything that interests you, except my skills.
ââ I think your skills are formidable, but I don't want them, don't worry â you leaned over the balcony and took the cigarette from his lips, smoking it before giving it back. ââ I want something else, and it can help you.
ââ I'm listening.
ââ I want to have sex with you.
Suguru almost choked on his own smoke at that moment. A creature appeared on his bedroom balcony in the middle of a summer night and suddenly said it wanted to have sex with him? That's weird.
ââ Sorry, I'm usually pretty straight to the point, haha.
ââ Can you explain? â he was recovering from his surprised cough.
ââ I feed on vital energy, and I need yours. Don't worry, I won't take everything, and you will recover pretty quickly because of your cursed energy level.
ââ What do I get from that?
ââ I have been watching you during this time, I know you are stressed and exhausted from having to deal with curses. So... I can make you feel good, really good, trust me...
ââ I won't sell myself for lust, not even if... holy shit.
While he was talking, you took off the thin t-shirt you were wearing and left your breasts exposed, leaving now only your denim mini skirt.
ââ C'mon, Suguru... don't you think you deserve some love? â you told him, in your seductive way.
The answer after that was clearly yes, and he buried the cigarette in the ashtray before kissing your lips eagerly and holding you in his arms, dragging you to the bed. Even though you had just met, it wasn't difficult for you to find the harmony between your bodies because somehow, you had the perfect fit.
You told the sorcerer that he just needed to let you ride him so he could be calm and sleep happily. He didn't think twice before accepting the proposal, and now you were there, in his lap.
Geto was lying down, with his eyes closed and moaning slyly while keeping his hands on your hips. You kept your weight on your knees, resting on the mattress as you moved your hips up and down, feeling your pussy milking his cock. His fingerprints would stay on your hot skin for a long time, you never wanted to forget this.
He looked beautiful with his hair messy like that, begging for more and being sensitive.
ââ W-What kind of black magic is this? W-What are you doing to me? â he moaned frantically. ââ Oh my fucking God... that's so perfect...
You giggled mischievously as you continued moaning and said in your most promiscuous tone:
ââ I put a spell on you... â you brought a hand to his face, sliding it across his lower lip. ââ Because you're mine...
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"If I was a color, I think I'd be yellow"
"Why?"
"Non-important. I just feel it"
He has never seen yellow the same way again. It was everywhere. He looked for it everywhere. And everytime, without fail, he remembered you. A pretty sunflower. Your blinding smile. A little minion figure he saw on the mall. You crying after watching the latest "Despicable Me" movie (and him laughing at your cute stupid crying face). A silly Winnie the Pooh keychain on a crying child's backpack. You talking to the said sad kid you both saw on the street and trying to cheer them up, playing with them and making sure they were smiling, their worries melting away in the speed of light (you'd make such a great mother, he thinks, making his face grow bright red right after). The sun in all of it's glory. You. You. You. You.
You were like a plague infecting his brain and soul. He couldn't focus on anything anymore because you were always running through his head, the sound of your laugh playing inside his mind 24/7 and driving him half insane. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask you why you said to him you were yellow. How did you know? What made you so sure of it? Why you had put him under this spell in which everytime he catches just the smallest and quickest glimpse of yellow, the image of you came flooding his mind and senses? Did you even think about him the same amount of times he thought about you? He didn't know. He couldn't know unless he asked you. And it was not fair. Not fair at all.
"Remember that day you told me you were yellow?"
"Yeah" you said, stopping mid-sip of your milkshake and looking at him with your beautiful a confused face "Yeah, I do. Why?"
"You never gave me an answer to the question I asked you that day" he ignored how the first sentence you said made his heart fluster and his stomach go silly.
"Which question?" How humilliating. He's gonna have to swallow his pride and repeat it. Utterly ridiculous.
"Why?" He couldn't care less about how hurt his ego was right now "Actually, how. How did you know you're yellow?"
"Easy. It's 'cause yellow and purple are opposites, so they look good when put together"
"What?"
"Yellow and purple are on opposite sides of the color wheel, silly! So they're complementary colors and go well together"
"I know that. But what does purple have to do with you being yellow?"
"You remind me of purple"
And suddenly, he realized yellow has never been alone. Next to the beautiful sunflower, there's a bellflower, that looks gloom when compared to the yellow plant, but basks in the joy it seems to bring nonetheless. Just like you are the one to bring joy to his life. Beside the minion figure, there's a figure of those bad purple minions, and while one is considered pretty, funny and nice, the other one is scary, angry and people tend to avoid them. It reminds him of you two: extroverted and kind you and introverted and rude him. Perfect opposites. Perfect together. He hadn't noticed before, but the child's backpack was purple, and this memory was followed by the the sound of the laughs you and the little fella shared. Kids should always be happy, smiling, harmless and having fun. Comfortable. Safe. In that way, you make him feel like a little kid. Your warm embrace, so protective and oh so motherly. He feels relaxed around you. Overjoyed. And even though he doesn't smile a lot, you always seem to make him want to crack a real, big grin. It must be a superpower of yours. Lastly, the sun, always followed by the moon. Even though they don't "meet" often, when they do, they create one of the prettiest phenomena known to humanity: an eclipse. They're always apart, but when they're together, it's so beautiful that the whole world stops to see.
"That's cringy. And kinda stupid."
"No it's not! We're a perfect duo! Just admit it!!"
"'Course we are"
"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you!!"
"I'm not saying it again."
So don't act surprised when your wedding is full of beautiful sunflowers and bellflowers. You should see it coming. They look good together right? Just like you two.
RIN ITOSHI, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, MICHAEL KAISER, Barou Shohei, SAE ITOSHI, TODOROKI SHOTO, SHINSOU HITOSHI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, TSUKISHIMA KEI (his name's kanji meaning moon is just so-- perfect fot this fic) , Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + any character you think fits this!!
Curiosity!!!: Bellflowers mean "everlasting love and commitment" in flower language, while sunflowers mean steadfast love!!
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Wrote this in the middle of my portuguese class. I hate it. I'm in love with him
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Bullshit (part 2/3)
Continuation âfix itâ of this ficlet where Steve changed himself to try to earn Eddieâs love.
Steve missed his polos.
He missed his light wash jeans, his music, watching his favorite movies, he even missed his stupid plaid walls.
Eddie had laughed at them the first time heâd been in Steveâs room, back before theyâd even started dating. Technically they were still there, they were just covered up with posters of bands Steve only knew about because his boyfriend liked them. Eddie had teasingly gifted him a Black Sabbath one back when they had just been friends to give his room more âpersonalityâ instead of his mostly undecorated room, whichâŠokay, fair, because Steve had admittedly not done much of it himself just because he couldnât be bothered.
(And he did, actually, kind of like the poster because it was their own little inside joke. It made him smile when he saw it, even to this day, even if he thought he could still taste the damned demobat sometimes.)
It wasnât like he really knew much of who he was to begin with. He still had the bowling pin he and Tommy had stolen from the bowling lane their sophomore year (Steveâs idea, though only to impress his friend), and the picture of the car he had bought on a whim because Tommy had said he wanted a car just like it. Any other knickknack had either been gifted or purchased for a similar intent.
Now, that car picture was collecting dust in his closet, replaced by the Black Sabbath poster that Eddie had pinned to the wall slightly askew for âaesthetics,â though it being slightly off-center and at an angle made Steve a little itchy. Soon, however, other posters soon followed, some given to him by Eddie and some he purchased himself after learning what bands Eddie liked, with a large Dio one taking up space by his bed.
Flyers of Corroded Coffin shows or other band merch dotted around the room as well, which he didnât really mind because he liked supporting his boyfriend, though the clutter and disorganization slightly bothered him. Eddie had grinned at the sight however and called him a âreal boy nowâ for looking like the room of a young man and not a â30-something corporate stooge,â so that would have to be fine too.
But he still missed his room looking like his room, instead of a replica of Eddieâs. It made Eddie feel more comfortable however, so he tried not to think about how it wasnât his aesthetic at all, because he could learn to like it. He could change for the better. He could be what Eddie wanted. He could be good enough.
Which was why he was confused, staring at the garment box on the kitchen table where heâd been circling car ads in the classifieds, trying to find something cooler than his bimmer. Eddie had come over with a wide grin, sliding a box he recognized from one of the department stores he used to shop at before dating Eddie.
Eddie had proffered it with a flourish, grinning expectantly, practically vibrating with anticipation as Steve had carefully lifted the lid and moved the tissue paper aside to reveal the piece of clothing inside. A polo shirt in a soft, buttery sort of yellow with thick vertical white stripes running vertical over it.
Steve looked up at Eddie with a furrowed brow. âIâŠyou got me a polo?â he questioned, confused and also concerned, knowing the department store was definitely outside of Eddieâs usual price range.
âYeah!â Eddie confirmed happily, moving to sit in the chair next to Steve, looking down at the soft material Steve had yet to pull from the box. âThe check from the gig came through, and I remember you looking at this shirt a couple weeks ago. Iâve been waiting to be buy it ever since.â
Steve blinked at that. He hadnât known Eddie had caught him admiring the shirt in the window while he and Eddie had been walking around downtown. He felt a flair of panic at the thought, annoyed at himself for slipping up, for reminding Eddie that he was a stupid preppy rich kid. Eddie didnât look upset though, or at leastâŠhe hadnât. Now his eyes were darting over Steveâs expression with growing worry, chewing on his lower lip.
âIs thatâŠis that all right? Was it a different one you wanted? I-I still have the receipt, we can return it and get the one you wanted,â Eddie rushed to say.
âNo,â Steve quickly said, his fingers of one hand tightening slightly on the box while his other reached out of their own accord to slightly touch the shirt within. âIâŠEddie,â he breathed, not knowing what else to say, what this meant. Why would Eddie buy him something like this? âYou shouldnât waste your hard earned money onâŠsomething like this.â Shouldnât waste your money on me, he wanted to say. âItâs your first paying gig.â
Eddie shook his head quickly, an almost embarrassed smile curling his lips with a slight blush. âI wanted to, Stevie. You always buy me things, I wanted to return the favor. Youâve been so supportive of me and I wanted toâŠI donât know. Thank you.â He glanced down at the polo with a soft expression, though he did frown a little too afterwards. âI havenât seen you wear your polos in a really long time,â he murmured quietly.
Steve tensed at Eddieâs words. Of course he hadnât. Polos werenât cool. Polos werenât good enough for Eddie. It was why he was so confused at this gift. He didnât understand why Eddie would buy him something that wasnât metal. That wasnât suitable for his boyfriend.
âI know that youâre experimenting with your style and all, and I wonât deny youâre hot as fuck in these,â Eddie grinned, moving to pinch the loose sleeve of Steveâs tee between his fingers. It was from some band he didnât actually know before heâd bought the shirt, something called Leatherwolf, though he had bought their tape as well so that he could pretend to be a fan and know some of their songs. âBut you look hot in your polos too. I miss them.â
Steve sat up straighter at that, his eyebrows flying up in surprise. EddieâŠliked his polos? âArenât the polosâŠkind of lame?â he asked carefully.
Eddie snorted, smiling as he leaned in to press a kiss to Steveâs neck, causing a startled smile to erupt over Steveâs own lips as he squirmed at the slight tickle of Eddieâs lips and hair. âThereâs nothing lame about you, sweetheart,â Eddie murmured, voice roughened with his tease. He pulled back though, a touch of his worry on his expression again. âDo you like it?â
Of course Steve liked it. He loved it. It was exactly the one he had been looking at before, even though heâd tried to hide it, which meant that Eddie really had noticed it and really had been waiting to buy it for him. With his first paycheck from Corroded Coffinâs first real paying gig.
There had been the fear that Eddieâs involvement with the band would limit their options, that no one would want to listen to a band that had a member who was suspected of grisly murders. Eddie had been prepared to step down, to let the others move on without him, had offered it even though Jeff and the others had vehemently opposed the idea. Theyâd said that Corroded Coffin wouldnât exist without Eddie and if he wasnât part of it then they didnât want to do it anymore.
In a surprise twist that probably shouldnât have been all that surprising, Eddieâs infamy had actually helped the band. The news of his believed guilt and then later innocence and injury from the actual killer that he had tried to stop had spread even beyond Hawkins, drawing a crowd for their nights performing at The Hideout who began to see more patrons than ever before.
Then theyâd been invited to participate in a Battle of the Bands, which they hadnât won but theyâd placed second, and the random shows theyâd throw themselves at the quarry or wherever else saw larger crowds than usual, even the one they threw to celebrate Gareth graduating, and theyâd even been asked to play at the fair, though it was a free gig.
Then, most recently, someone had approached them after one of their shows and asked to hire them for an event in Indianapolis. A paying event in Indianapolis. With it was the promise of possible future paying gigs as their fanbase grew and spread. There was even talk of a possible scout being at the gig.
Dustin had joked that maybe â86 hadnât been his year, but â88 could be, though Eddie had just grinned and denied it, saying that â86 had been his year after all. He hadnât said why, but he gave Steve a secretive smile and reached out to tangle their fingers together.
Steve felt a flare of warmth beneath his skin as he stared down at the polo again, hesitating before giving a brief nod. Eddieâs previously nervous smile bloomed into a joyous one, and he leaned in quickly to plant a smacking kiss to Steveâs cheek. Steve rolled his eyes but couldnât prevent his own smile from growing on his lips.
âThank you, baby,â Steve murmured, sliding a hand over Eddieâs neck to draw him in for a slow kiss. He didnât know what it meant still, Eddie buying him a polo of all things, but it made him more determined than ever to be good enough for his boyfriend.
When they pulled back, Eddie soft with happiness, Steve made the decision. He needed to go all in if he was to keep Eddie happy. He drew in a deep breath and moved to take Eddieâs hand, his finger lightly tracing one of the scars there.
âI was thinking of growing out my hair. Maybe even dying it. Or maybe shaving iââ
âDonât you dare!â Eddie interrupted, expression and tone absolutely scandalized as he squeezed Steveâs hand. Steve jumped slightly at the sudden explosion, blinking wide eyes at Eddie, causing the other to flush slightly in embarrassment. âI mean. You can, obviously, if you really want to, itâs your hair after all, butâŠâ Eddie let out a small whine of protest as his gaze moved up to take in Steveâs hair.
Steve self-consciously reached up with his free hand to pass his fingers through his hair, which wasnât quite as voluminous as he used to style it, but was still the last real testament of his former style. His former personality. The bullshit one.
âI mean,â Steve hedged, glancing away with a small roll of a shoulder in an aborted shrug. âItâs not exactly metal is it?â He looked back at Eddie with a slightly strained smile, rolling his eyes as though in commiseration. âI donât want to embarrass you by making people think you have a prep for a boyfriend,â he laughed.
Eddieâs expression changed immediately as he stilled almost unnaturally, falling into a blank neutrality, even his eyes shuttering as he slowly pulled his hand from Steveâs grip. The response caused Steve to start panicking, worrying heâd messed up in some way, that he reminded Eddie of all the ways that he was lacking.
Steve opened his mouth to start apologizing, ready to apologize for anything, but Eddie held up his hand palm out to stop him, causing Steveâs mouth to shut with a soft click of teeth.
Eddieâs gaze dropped from Steve as his brows slowly began to furrow, a calculating expression settling over him as his eyes fell to the soft yellow polo still in the box. His lips twisted into a frown. After several excruciating moments, his eyes moved towards Steveâs shirt, an even more pinched look settling over his expression.
âWho are you wearing?â Eddie asked, his voice low and slow.
Steve glanced down at his shirt, the panic in him spiking, before realizing that this was a test. He had to prove to Eddie that he could like metal too (he didnât, not really, though he could appreciate some of it) and wouldnât be an embarrassment. He could do this.
âLeatherwolf,â he answered, thankful that he had done his job well enough to answer this pop quiz. He straightened his spine and pulled up the information he memorized with a slightly relieved smile. He could do this. âTheyâre from California. They were founded in, um, 1981.â
âWhatâs your favorite song of theirs?â Eddie asked, and there was something slightly off in his tone, but Steve couldnât place it, not when he was frantically trying to recall the titles of the songs heâd made himself remember.
âUm. Cry Out?â he hesitantly asked more than answered, which caused Eddieâs lips to press into a thin line. He felt his breath catch at the obvious displeasure on Eddieâs face, wondering if heâd answered wrong. Was that a bad song? âO-or no, um, not that one. Uh. I likeâŠum. I likeâŠMagic Eye?â Fuck no, that wasnât right. âMagical Eyes, I mean,â he corrected himself hastily.
Eddieâs eyes slowly dragged over Steve, his lips compressing again into a thin line as he drew in his own deep breath through flared nostrils. âFuck,â he muttered, obviously not meant for Steve but it caused Steve to panic anyways as Eddie looked away, his brow furrowing in thought as his gaze settled on the newspaper on the table and the circled ads there.
âIâm sorry,â he quickly apologized, though he wasnât certain what he had done wrong this time. Maybe Eddie didnât like that band?
âSteveâŠâ Eddie heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing his hand over his face before he looked over at Steve again. âI had thought you were justâŠtrying things out. Experimenting. Lord knows your folks never let you be your own person,â he muttered before waving a hand as though to swat that thought away. âI didnât realize you were actually trying to change.â
Why did Eddie sound so appalled by that? Wasnât that a good thing? He was willing to fundamentally change who he was just for Eddie, to become someone deserving of Eddie, who fit in Eddieâs life. Didnât Eddie want Steve in his life?
âWhy are you upset about me changing?â Steve huffed, his worry turning into annoyance in his tone. âI thought that was a good thing. Not being the douchebag I used to be.â He scowled, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes to cover his unease.
Eddie just looked at him in that way that made it seem like he was seeing inside Steve, which normally Steve liked because no one ever actually saw him, but now it just made him uncomfortable. Like he had done something wrong. He was just trying to be a good boyfriend, however. Besides, itâs not like he had come up with the plan on his own.
Everyone always talked about how different he and Eddie were. Always pointed out how preppy he was, made fun of Eddie for falling for a jock, had even asked at the start when they first came out publicly to their friends who was blackmailing whom into the relationship. Steve knew he had to change. They were too fundamentally different. It was the only way to keep Eddie.
Except Eddie didnât look like he was going to be kept. He had started slowly shaking his head, pulling back, his eyes skittering over Steve again but in a way that said he wasnât liking what he was saying. Steveâs panic spiked again.
âEddie. This is good. Iâm willing to change for you, thatâs how much I love you,â Steve breathed, reaching out to grab Eddieâs hand with desperation. âI listen to your music now, and I play Dungeons and Dragons, and I donât even talk about basketball around you anymore. As long as youâre happy, Iâm happy. Donât you see? Isnât that all that matters?â
Eddieâs lips turned down into a sharp frown. A shuddering breath left him before he all but yanked his hand from Steveâs, his dark eyes turning even darker as he pulled away from Steve and said those damning words:
âBut Iâm not happy, Steve.â
Steve felt all the air leave his lungs, felt all the blood first rush to his head and then drain out of him, felt his mouth and tongue and throat shrivel into dryness as his eyes widened in horror. Eddie was shaking his head, stumbling out of his chair and back, an unreadable expression on his face as he distanced himself from Steve and this revelation.
âThis wasnât what I wanted, Steve. This doesnât make me happy.â Eddieâs took another step back when Steve stumbled from his own chair, putting the table between them. âIâŠI need to go. I need to think.â
Steve knew with certainty that if he let Eddie leave now, that this thing between them would never be the same. His heart clenched in his chest painfully, and he felt his eyes sting with encroaching tears. âEddie, pleaseâŠâ he begged, his words cracking.
Eddie only shook his head, sending his hair arcing around him, before straightening his spine. âThis isnât you. I donât want this to be you. I love you Steve, but this version of you? The one that I createdââ This time it was Eddieâs voice that cracked.
Clearing his throat, Eddie backed away. âNo. No, this isnât what I wanted. Iâm sorry, Steve, but I need to go. I need to think. I canât be here right now. Iâm sorry.â
And with that, Eddie spun on his heels and all but ran towards the door, escaping from Steveâs incompetence, his unworthiness, his undesirability while Steve could only stand there in frozen horror, the tears he couldnât hold back any longer slowly dripping down his cheeks.
Because he knew. He knew this would happen. He knew that no matter what he did, he would never be good enough. He knew that Eddie would leave him one day. Knew that he would never be able to keep the one he loved.
Knew that he, like his love, would always be complete and utter bullshit.
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Part 3
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đ§Ąâ€ïžDating Your Enemy's Sibling
*part of the reverse trope series*
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor/SMAU Summary: How to get under your enemy/rival's skin? Charles answer was to start dating his younger sister. But now, he's glad he found love along the way. He only had to tell Max about the relationship when you won a race. That's won't be any time soon though . . . right?
*in honor of Lando's first win - here's this next installment of Reverse Tropes! I know that Max and Charles really aren't enemies. Maybe I should have done like a Pierre and Esteban thing, but I don't write for them. So here we go and please enjoy!*
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Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.Â
Predestined rivals, written in the stars, invisible string, yada-yada-yada.Â
Putting it simply, Charles had an apt for pissing Max off and vice-versa. The world thought they would kill each other in karting, especially after the 2012 incident. The population sighed in relief when Max was taken from F3 and put in a Formula 1 car, while Charles took a bit longer.Â
And then Charles made it to Formula 1 in 2018. However, he was put in a HAAS, a car that was not really made to play with the other cars in the front of the pack. The earth was saved yet another year.Â
Well, until 2019 when Charles suddenly became the âIt Boyâ for the Prancing Horse. Meaning, that he could finally go back to terrorizing the grid and Max. But with terrorizing the grid came loads of trouble and hatred.Â
And more pissing off your rival.Â
Charles seethed on the podium as he listened to the Dutch national anthem and watched Max point to the stupid âHâ on his race suit. He held in a scoff. At least the Ferrari logo was much better looking than that.Â
It wasnât fair. He had the racing line and Max pushed him off. If his mind wandered, it would go back to a certain kart race back in 2012 where he pulled the same move. But that didnât count because the race has already finished. Charles would have rather been disqualified instead of having to go through the torture of being up on the podium in second.Â
First loser as they call it.Â
The Monegasque driver held no happiness in his body as Max started spraying his winnerâs champagne. Charles just picked up his bottle and drank it.Â
Still wasnât as sweet as victory champagne would be.Â
He deliberately separated himself from Max as they stood for a picture. The visible gap made it much more hilarious for everyone around them.Â
When the festivities finished, he hightailed it out of there, just wanting to avoid the Dutchman presence. Charles sighed loudly as he walked back to the garage, definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone.Â
âCharlie!
The Monegasque stopped in his tracks, annoyance almost wracking his entire being. Can people just let him wallow in defeat? He straightened his shoulders and turned around, PR smile plastered on his face. However, the very fake smile turned into a real one when he noticed that you were almost jogging to catch up with him.Â
Y/n Verstappen.Â
You had always been a part of his childhood. Where Max was, you were one step behind him, following him in your small racing overalls. He remembered how little you always seemed compared to your brother. But size didnât matter on the karting course.Â
Most of the time, the two boys found themselves trying to shake you off and others were behind your kart, picking up the dirt that you sent their way. And thatâs why Charles put your name down as recommendations for his Prema seat after he won the championship in 2017. Because of him, you were able to graduate to Formula 2 and were on the track to make a debut in Formula 1 in the coming years.Â
âHey Y/n,â Charles said softly, still not in the mood to really talk to anyone. But for you, heâd always make an exception. And he was supposed to fly back with you and Max, something he was still dreading.Â
You look at the Monegasque with sympathy. Charles wasnât able to find any type of pity in your blue eyes (that matched Maxâs).Â
Your brows furrowed as to talked to him. âWhat Max did wasnât the right way to race. But Formula 1 is getting more and more competitive.âÂ
The man, er boy, wanted to huff. He did not need this conversation from you. He almost turned around, but the next few sentences stopped him from making any motions.Â
âCharlie, youâve always found ways to beat him. If he wants to play like this, then you just have to give him a taste of his medicine, get under his skin. Do what you always do and somehow get around him.âÂ
He cocked his head, before his eyes lit up.Â
Get under his skin.
You watched as Charlesâs eyes filled up with some light, making the green in them really shine. You could almost see ideas concocting in his head.
Charles went to say something, but was interrupted by his team principle. He swerved to respond before he turned back to you. There was a glint in his eyes that you really couldnât put a finger on.Â
His took a deep breath before asking, âDo you want to maybe get dinner with me?âÂ
Your eyes widened. Sure, the Monegasque was very attractive, but those were not the words that you were expecting to come out of his mouth.Â
Oh.Â
Now you got it.Â
Your facial expressions melted a bit, eyes pointed toward the ground as you kicked at it. Your arms crossed as you huffed.Â
âUsing me for gain over my brother wasnât what I was meaning Charles. I was thinking more like unfollow him on social media while weâre on the plane or something.âÂ
The harsh âChâ that began his name had him wincing. Like your brother, you had a small lisp which normally softened the two consonants to the point where his name sounded like it was supposed to be. And what was âCharles?â You rarely ever called him that, choosing to pick the more boyish nickname.Â
Although, your idea about Instagram wasnât a bad one.Â
Charles looked a bit guilty as he scratched the back of his head. He honestly was endeared by you and your determination to never give up. He found you, well, cute. You were still 19, younger than him by a bit more than three years.Â
But if you were cute back in 2012 hanging on to Maxâs wet overalls after the puddle, and you were cute now trying to console him instead of celebrating your brotherâs victory, you would still be cute in the following years.Â
He sighed, knowing that he had to leave soon or he was going to get an earful from Sebastian for being late to yet another meeting. The Ferrari driver stepped forward a bit, getting closer to you. He looked down at his helmet before looking back to your eyes.Â
âWhen I win and when I beat your brother, then can I take you out to dinner?âÂ
You mulled over the question in your head.Â
If he beat Max before you went out with him, then that meant that he was actually genuine and wasnât using it to his gain. You also smirked, knowing that indeed it would piss Max off whenever he found out. Your position as an annoying younger sister would still be intact and possibly stronger.Â
You held out your hand, which Charles took in an instant.Â
âDeal Leclerc.âÂ
âDeal Verstappen.âÂ
When Charles took the top step in Spa, pride filled his chest when he noticed Maxâs glare at him. He had beaten the Dutchman at his home race. Albeit, it was a DNF for Max, but a win either way.  He swayed back and forth as his national anthem played and then sang quietly along with the Italian anthem. Deep in his heart, he knew the true weight of the win.Â
For Anthoine.Â
He knew somewhere he made his French friend proud. Just like Jules. And Just like Papa.
Charles watched down below as you looked like you could hardly keep a smirk off your face. And it was bad too as you stood next to Max, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there below Charles.Â
The Monegasque raised his eyebrows when you locked eyes. You just hoped that Max wouldnât catch on that he was staring right at you. Thankfully, you were right next to a Ferrari manager, so Max could guess that Charles was looking at him.Â
When the winner finally got ready, you were waiting outside his garage.Â
âHi,â you whispered, putting your phone away. Charles didnât verbally respond, but he wrapped his arms around you. You melted in his arms, still smelling a bit of the champagne in his hair.Â
He looked down at you.Â
âAre you ready for dinner?âÂ
Your eyes held a playful glint. âI hope you chose a good restaurant Leclerc.âÂ
He scoffed, keeping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you turned to leave. âOnly the best Verstappen.âÂ
The dinner went really well, but you werenât expecting it to be a continual thing.Â
And then Charles won in Monza the next week, and he once again asked you to dinner. And once again, the Monegasque set expectations higher than you every imagined. You were saddened when Charles wasnât able to win any more races while your brother seemed to get better and better each race.Â
You could only giggle while you watched them still avoid each other in Singapore.Â
But, the dinners turned into texting, and texting turned to other dates, and dates turned into dating, and dating turned into a relationship, and the relationship turned into an almost five year commitment that you or Charles werenât planning to end soon.Â
The relationship saw your brother become a world champion in 2021, Charles becoming a world champion in 2022, and you joining the grid as a rookie for McLaren after a disastrous attempt for an Alpine seat.
Charles had been furious and Max had almost found out about the relationship. The two of you were still scared that Max might hold some coldness for the past. But when he called Charles âCharlie,â the special nickname that you had for him, you thought that it might be a good idea to tell him.Â
âBut mon ange, he will run me off the track if he finds out,â Charles whined into your stomach as you played with his hair before the Miami Grand Prix.Â
You rolled your eyes and tugged at the strands. âNo he wonât. You have to worry about your teammate doing that to you instead.âÂ
Another whine left Charles making you giggle.Â
âAt least youâre starting on the front row. I have to start P5! Oscar has been making fun of me all weekend.âÂ
The Aussie had been such a God send for you during your rookie season. The elder by a few months had taken you under his wing. The two of you had been so close to a win last year, and with the upgrades this weekend, you were sure that you or him would start on the front row.Â
And then you had to be hit during the sprint, which didnât help the mechanics in the hours before the race quali. That in turn made your car feel weird and P5 was the best you could do. Maybe Charles was secretly transferring his unluckiness into you.Â
The Monegasque turned his head to look you in the eyes. You smiled as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head.Â
âWeâll tell him when I win a race. How about that?âÂ
Charles knew that you were just unlucky as he was when it came to winning a race. Last year,  you had been close in Spa, but a rouge rainstorm saw you spinning out on the second to last lap. Austin you had pole, but Max fought you on into turn one, making you go wide. You never saw your brother after the first lap as you fell down the grid. Charles held you each night as you cried.Â
The red-clad-driver sat up and held your head in his hands. âYouâll win soon enough. Maybe not this weekend because I donât have any time to prepare.âÂ
You laughed and just brought him in to a kiss. There was literally no way you could win this weekend. Beating Max Verstappen with pole from P5 on a track that he had a 100% win rate at?Â
Impossible.
Charles thought he was going to cry as he crossed the line in P3. From you winning or having to tell your bother that he defiled his baby sister, he didnât know.Â
What he did know was that he was going to get out of his car and congratulate you immediately. What were the odds that you won on the anniversary of the stupid inchident, the first time that Charles had ever seen you with Max.Â
(And yes, he did remember the anniversary but didnât want to bring it up.)Â
You, however, were frozen in your car. You took some deep breaths as you took the steering wheel off, stood up a bit, bent to put it back on, and straightened, holding your pointer finger up. Your fists clenched as you raised them, automatically hearing the crowds roar when you waved.Â
A tug on your sleeve brought you down into Maxâs arms. You were a bit disappointed that it wasnât Charles, but that would be too obvious.Â
âYOU DID IT!â Max yelled in your ear, well, your helmet as you hadnât taken the neon thing off yet.Â
You really didnât want people to see the tear stains on your face. But right now, youâd just stay in the protection of your brotherâs arms. When he let go of you, he lifted your visor, twin eyes meeting yours.Â
âYou did such an amaz-â
âIâm dating Charles.âÂ
Blink.Â
Blink.Â
Blink.Â
You took the moment of a frozen Max to turn to your team. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Dutchman was still stuck in his place as you got farther and farther away. You grimaced, knowing what was to come if Max and Charles met at any time when you werenât there.Â
An arm around your shoulders brought you out of your head. The light blue caught your eyes, signaling that it was Charles. He patted your shoulders, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. You did feel a bit of pressure move your helmet, so he must have quickly smushed his face into the black swirls. A helmet kiss if you would guess.Â
You wanted to turn around to warn him of the imminent danger that was waiting for him in the form of Max Verstappen, but you were led away before you could.Â
Your fears immediately went away though when your eyes finally landed on your team. Helmet thrown to the ground, you made the decision to throw yourself at them as well. Your laughs could be heard as your mechanics lifted you higher as everyone seemed to want to congratulate you for their first win since Monza 2021, which you werenât even on the team then.Â
When Charles stepped into the cooldown room, he could feel the awkwardness. It also didnât help that Max was glaring at him from the corner. Charles was a bit worried. He thought that Max was fine with him now after they had both sort of mended their weird friendship during 2023.Â
He turned to you as you walked in, all sweaty.Â
Charles still thought you looked very pretty.Â
âEyes off Leclerc.âÂ
Charles froze in his place and looked between the siblings. He looked at you, then Max, then you, and then Max again. You winced, not looking him in the eyes. Realization flooded his body and he thought for a moment he was going to pass out. Â
âMon Dieu.âÂ
âWe will be talking after this,â Max pointed, drinking from his water bottle, not taking his eyes off Charles.Â
When you were called to the little Jeeps, you quickly got into the bright pink Barbie-esque looking one, still buzzing from your win. Even if the two men behind you had put a damper on it.Â
Charlesâs eyes only fixed on one of the cars, not even seeing the third one behind the second. He climbed right in, eyes closed as he sat down. However, his eyes shot open when the car tilted and a thigh was touching his. He gulped rather loudly, refusing to look to his right.Â
This was Vegas all over again.Â
Max kept his voice low. âWhen did it start?âÂ
â2019. After Austria.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âI wanted to get to know her more.âÂ
âWhat was the reason Charles?âÂ
The Monegasque sighed as he ran his hand over his face. âI was angry at you and wanted to get back at you somehow.âÂ
He knew he was about to be punched on live television, but he continued hoping for redemption.Â
âBut, I knew that was wrong. We didnât even go out until Spa. And then again in Monza. And then it just happened.âÂ
He turned to look directly at Max, knowing that he only had a few more moments before they had to go out onto the podium.Â
âMax I love your sister. I have the ring and everything. Weâve been happy for 5 years and have made it work. Please, sheâs really all the good I have left. I would throw everything away for her. And-â
Maxâs laughs stopped him from continuing. The Dutchman slapped a hand on Charlesâs thigh, making him wince a bit.Â
The Red Bull driverâs eyes were crinkled with a smile as they pulled up to the parking spot.Â
âJust keep her happy, or I will run you off the track.âÂ
âY/n! I told you heâd threaten me!âÂ
âMax!âÂ
âOh come on I did not!âÂ
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Platonic
part 3
summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.
pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader
warnings: none (i don't think)
part 2
It wasnât uncommon for you to be late to plans, actually you had gotten used to it spending most of your time with Lando.
You ran through the paddock, running past as much people as you could without being rude and within two minutes you had finally reached the meeting point.
Slowing down to a fast walk you came out onto the terrace in hospitality, noticing the girls straight away as they waved you over.
âWell weâve only been waiting ten minutes, I think thatâs a new record timeâ Kika jokes as you sit at the table âSorry, I was watching Lando in media, heâs just finishing up in the garage now and then filming stuff with Oscarâ
âHow is Lando?â Carmen asks âI seen his interview after free practice this morningâ
âI tried talking to him about it but he really didnât want to. Iâm going to try when we get homeâ
âItâs sad that he just sees all these negative this about himselfâ Alex smiles sympathetically across the table
âI know, every time I tell him he just doesnât see what I seeâ you sigh, running your fingers through your hair
âWhatâs wrong?â Carmen asks âNothingâ you shake your head âWe can tell by the look on your face something is wrong, come on tell usâ she encourages, putting a hand on your shoulder
âIf I tell you something, can you promise that it stays between us. Like you canât tell Charles, George or Pierreâ you whisper looking around you
âWe promise, whatâs going on?â Kika asks leaning closer
âA few days ago, Lando came to me. He told me that recently McLaren have been told that Landoâs image outside of Formula One makes the team look really bad, Zak said that he needs to fix his âplayboyâ image. So they wanted Lando to go into a PR relationship, Lando refused and Zak told him that he needs to for the team. Every single girl they showed Lando he said no. So Zak told him that if by a miracle, he can find someone that is willing to help Lando and be in a relationship for a few months then thatâs who he canât fake a relationship withâ
âSo Lando came to youâ Alex nods understanding âYouâre basically already dating, it shouldnât be too hardâ Kika jokes
âIt wouldnât be hard if I didnât have actual feelings for Landoâ
The girls look at you with wide eyes, they never thought they would see the day where you actually admit it.
âWhen did you come to this realisation?â Carmen asks
âYou know how I used to date that guy from my office?â
âThe one that none of us liked? Yeah I rememberâ Kika laughs
âWell after we broke up, Lando was comforting me, we were lying in his bed watching a movie. It wasnât until I woke up in the middle of the night and we were cuddling that I realised how safe I felt when I was with him and everything he did to comfort me. David wouldnât have known any of that stuffâ
âYou need to tell himâ Kika says excitedly âI canâtâ
âWhy not?â Alex asks
âBecause if I tell him now, it wouldnât be fair. Iâve w him so many times and now to switch up my feelings would be like playing with hisâ
âHave you ever thought that maybe you have always felt this way but youâre just now realising it? I mean you guys have been friends since you were like five?â Carmen asks âYou know how he feels about you, so why donât you just tell him?â
âI canât bring myself to do it, if it didnât work out I canât risk losing what i already have with Lando. He means too much to me to loose himâ
âSo you think being in a PR relationship will fix that?â Kika asks seriously
âIt will be the closest thing that I get to a relationship with him, guys I need honest opinions on thisâ
âWell I think youâre being stupidâ Kika says bluntly âKika!â Carmen scoffs âWhat? Would you me be honest or would you rather I lie to you? she asks turning her attention to you
âHonestâ
âWell itâs a stupid decision if you want to continue with a PR relationship. You think that admitting your feelings and being in an actual relationship would go wrong. Doing this only to have a feeling on what could be will only give you the chance to make up stuff that could go wrong, whereas if you were in an actual relationship with him you could progress rather than having a countdown to when itâs overâ
âI agree with Kikaâ Alex smiles taking your hand âYou are thinking that it could be the worst thing when it could be the bestâ
âThank guys, now enough about me. Whatâs been happening with you guys?â
âSo how was meeting up with the girls?â Lando asks with a smile, swinging your hands back and forth as you walked
âWe talked. A lotâ you nod âAnything interesting?â he pries âJust how we can resolve problemsâ you shrug
âAny problems I could help with?â
âNothing that we both canât resolveâ you smiles âNow tell me what you film todayâ you jump up and down excitedly âNope, nuh uh. Youâll need to find out like everyone elseâ he laughs stopping in his tracks
âCome on I hate when you do thisâ you groan turning to face him âYeah well thatâs why I do itâ he smiles, putting his hands under your shirt âYour hands are coldâ
âExactlyâ he laughs, tickling you ïżœïżœïżœNo! No!â you squeal trying to run away âI donât know where youâre trying running to, I have the keys to the apartmentâ
âIm going home to England!â
âNo youâre not!â he laughs picking you up and throwing over his shoulder âYouâre never leaving meâ he says calming walking with you over his shoulder
âI wouldnât dream of itâ
part 4
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#. SOUL EATER : RESONANCE
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đłđČđș!đżđČđźđ±đČđż ıllı. takiishi chika, umemiya hajime, suo hayato, endo yamato, sakura haruka, kaji ren & itoshi sae, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi
fluff. death weapon meister academy's best students and the resonance between you.
happy belated halloween! 500-600 words per scenario so hope you enjoy these treats from yours truly âĄ
MEISTER!CHARACTER x WEAPON!READER
ITOSHI SAE
âSae, please talk to me!â You tug at his blouse, practically pleading. âIâm sorry, okay? It just happened, and you know Iâm still learning to control my powersââ
Saeâs gaze finally drops to you, cold and his face holds none of the understanding youâd hoped for. âYou were being incredibly stupid,â he says bluntly. âDr. Stein wanted us out immediately after you went out of control. When I wield you, I need to know you wonât act on your own.â
Itâs not like you tried to go rogue. Youâve been with him through countless missions, pushing yourselves, and trusting each other even in the roughest of battles. But this? You bite back, your irritation rising. âIt wasnât my fault! And Dr. Stein helped, didnât he? Itâs not like I was going to die or anything!â
Your voice comes out sharper than intended, the words fueled by a frustration you canât hold back. He knows you better than anyone and knows how hard it is to keep in sync, to keep this connection as flawless as he demands. Yet here he is, acting like one mistake makes you a liability.
âY/NâŠâ Saeâs tone turns low, a warning. âYou were unconscious for two weeks. You donât remember what happened. Do you want me to tell you?â His words hit you hard, hurting you more than any wound you have had so far.
Heâs always held high standards for you that sometimes feel impossible. As his weapon, he expects you to be perfectâflawless, untouchable. You feel the weight of his pride as a meister, his expectations towering over you. And thereâs a bitter ache that tightens in your chest as you wonder if he sees you as unworthy now as if youâre a weak link in his chain.
You exhale slowly, feeling the pressure of his stare, every unspoken word bearing down on you. âI know, I know! But itâs not fair to think Iâd instantly be able to control all of that power the second it woke up in me! Iâm trying, Sae.â
He sighs, and for a moment, the hard line of his mouth softens just a little. He reaches out and flicks your forehead lightly. âFor someone whoâs going to be with me for life, youâre rather annoying,â he says, his tone lighter. The tension eases, and every time he flick your head you know you have made up. He smiles a little and you canât hold back as you grin.
âYouâre the best,â you say softly, finally stepping forward and pulling him into a quick, impulsive hug. You press a light kiss to his cheek, the gesture small but he is used to your affection and he takes everything you have to offer. He rolls his eyes, but thereâs a ghost of a smile in the corner of his mouth. âYeah, yeah. You should be the best, too.â
TAKIISHI CHIKA
The night sky is colored with stars, tiny silver shards that seem to tease you with promises of power and actionâthings your meister, Takiishi Chika, rarely lets you offer. You sit on the cold stone steps, arms draped across your knees, watching him fight without you, again. Heâs a human inferno slicing through enemies like itâs nothing. For all his talent, he refuses to call on you, even when a single second of hesitation could mean his life.Â
You sigh, looking back at the stars, counting them just as you count each missed opportunity he has to use you. If only Takiishi would stop being so... Takiishi. The battle finally ends with him victorious, but thereâs no acknowledgment of your presenceâno glance your way, no word of thanks for even being there. He simply turns and begins walking off, leaving you alone on the steps.
âTakiishi!â Typical. You groaned, launching to your feet and jogging to catch up with him. âYou canât just leave me like that! Hey, are you even listeââ
Finally stepping in front of him. He pauses, looking past you, expression cold and bored. âMove,â he says, his voice flat and utterly indifferent, flames still flickering across his body as if they, too, ignore you.
âI wonât move until you realize that this is teamwork,â you counter, setting your stance. âYou canât do everything alone.â
âI donât care. Youâre in my way. Move.â
The indifference is like a cut, sharper each time he says it. You clench your fists, feeling the familiar ache of unspent energy ripple through you. âFine. If thatâs what you want, then maybe Iâll ask Umemiya. Heâll be more than happy to partner with me.â
The second Umemiyaâs name slips from your lips, Takiishiâs face barely shifts, but something flickers in his eyes, gone in a flash. You feel the weight of his stare, and it makes you feel powerful that you have your meister in such an unusual state. Itâs almost enough to make you stay but you take a step back, ready to leave, but his hand reaches out, catching yours.
You turn, surprised to find a softness in his face, he looks⊠lost. Vulnerable. âWhat?â you ask, brow arching. He doesnât answer, just tightens his grip slightly. Heâs like a wolf trying to hide its wounds, but youâre not about to let him off that easily.
âDonât go...â he finally mutters, eyes avoiding yours. For someone who doesnât want to rely on you, he sure hates the thought of anyone else doing so.
âAnd you suddenly care when I mention switching partners?â you retort, your voice softer now, realizing just how much the idea unsettles him.
Before you can question him further, a monster lurches from the shadows behind you. Takiishiâs hand snaps to your shoulder, pulling you behind him protectively, his flames flaring up in a blaze that makes the night momentarily glow. His eyes meet yours, this time without words, but you know what heâs asking.
You sigh, offering him a small, resigned smile, and nod. Maybe heâs stubborn, cold, and recklessâbut heâs your meister, and for better or worse, youâre his weapon. He needed you now. Transforming and letting your power flow into his hands, trusting him to wield you to your fullest.
You would always be the strongest weapon in his hands, because even if heâd never say it, you were his, and he was yours.
MICHAEL KAISER
His hand trails through your hair, fingers brushing against your scalp in slow, gentle strokes that lull you deeper into rest. The exhaustion of yesterdayâs training took a lot of energy and itâs hard not to sink into the comfort of him beneath you. His chest rises and falls steadily under your cheek, matching the rhythm of your breaths.Â
âYouâre that tired?â His voice is soft, a whisper more to himself than to you, but you manage a faint mumble, not bothering to move. It earns a small chuckle from him, and he pulls you closer, his hand never stopping its movement through your hair. âStill, you did well today. Especially against Isagi. That was impressive,â he murmurs. Thereâs a hint of pride there because he is so proud of you. He never expected less from the best weapon and girl in the whole wide world.
âMmm, otherwise youâd still be complaining about losing,â you mutter, words muffled against his skin. Your fingers trace lazy patterns across his tattooed shoulder, and you can feel him smile at that. The Academy, your training, the never-ending cycle of challenges and rivalsâitâs not important now when the two of you relax in his room.
You barely notice as your breathing slows, and the last thing you feel is his hand brushing your hair from your face before sleep overtakes you completely.
But all too soon, the alarm rings, pulling you out of the warmth of his embrace. You groan, stretching as you peel yourself off his chest, and the soreness from yesterdayâs battles immediately makes itself known. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stumble to your feet as you walk over to where your uniform is laid out. You catch a glimpse of Kaiser stretching beside you, his hair tousled from sleep, his expression as groggy as yours. Yet somehow, heâs already flashing that smirk of his, the one he knows you can never fully ignore.
âYou always look good when youâre about to kick ass,â he teases as you pull on your jacket, adjusting the fit around your shoulders. âEspecially Isagiâs ass.â The playfulness in his eyes tells you he means it, though itâs more than just a compliment. Itâs his pride, his own way of showing you how much he values you by his side. He canât resist adding fuel to the fire, of course, but thereâs this satisfaction of always being the winner, his appreciation for you and the way you fight.
âShut up,â you mutter, rolling your eyes, but the smile slips onto your face before you can stop it. Kaiser grins, knowing he got through to you, knowing that heâs managed to start your day and remind you exactly why youâre here with him. As you finish dressing, he is in his uniform too, now wrapping his arm around your waist ready to go out and show you off, because as exhausting as it all is, being his partnerâbeing the one he trusts, the one he praises and boost his egoâitâs something you wouldnât trade for the world.Â
UMEMIYA HAJIME
Everywhere you go, you hear whispers. First-years talking, pointing in your direction as if youâre something out of a storybook. "That's Y/N,â theyâd say, praises dripping from their mouths, âUmemiyaâs death scythe." Thereâs admiration there, and maybe even fear. After all, a weapon as powerful as you is rare, and with a laid-back meister like Umemiya, it seems like an odd pairing.
Heâs known for his easygoing nature, approachable smile, and willingness to help anyone with anything⊠even if itâs absurd. To you, this sounds noble in theory. But in practice? It means moments like this one, where youâre looking down at your meister with your arms crossed, his hands clinging to your legs as he begs you to transform.
âPlease, Y/N! I left my gardening tools in the shed back home, and weâre already here! Canât you just⊠you know, turn into a scythe? Just for a few quick cuts!â You can only gaze down at him. A death scythe, being used to prune vegetables. The absurdity of it makes you grit your teeth. âUme, I am not doing that! Iâm a Death Scythe, not a hedge trimmer!â You try to shake him off, but he clings tighter, not one bit fazed by your irritation.
âPlease, please, please!â he insists, hugging your legs harder. âIâll cook for you, whatever you want! The most delicious meals, I promise!â He looks up at you, blue eyes pleading that would make a saint roll their eyes.
You narrow your eyes, pretending to consider. âLetâs seeâŠâ You tap a finger on your chin, drawing out the answer as long as possible just to make him sweat. âEenie, meenie, miney⊠No!â
He sulks, face crumpling as he clutches at you dramatically. âY/N! I thought you were my partner in crime! Partners always have each otherâs backs, right?â
âOh, donât even try that on me,â you huff, crossing your arms tighter as you look away. âWe are not partners in vegetable cutting.â
âY/N!â he cries, the pouty lip and big eyes coming out, that was so immature for a strong leader and Meister, but that's just who he is.
âUmemiya Hajime,â you say, voice sharp and final, making him flinch. That full name is your last resort, and he knows it. âGo buy some vegetables from the market. Iâm not wasting my energy on this.â Finally, with a sigh, he lets go and stands, running a hand sheepishly through his hair as he gives you a look of innocent exasperation.
âFine, fine,â he mutters, deflated, but the spark never leaves him. âYou win.â Youâre about to turn away, feeling victorious, when he clears his throat, looking at you with a warning in his eye. âJust⊠to let you know, though, weâve got to help an older couple with tree cutting tomorrow. They really need it.â
Your jaw drops and your eyes go wide. âWhat?â
He smiles, trying to look innocent. âHey, theyâre really nice! And they could use a little help from the strongest weapon-meister duo in the academyâŠâ
You take a deep breath, feeling your energy drain just thinking about it. "You're unbelievable, Ume."
He raises both hands in surrender, laughing nervously as he grins, wide and bright, completely unaffected by the exasperation in your voice. Itâs times like this when you wonder if youâre the meister and heâs the weapon. But one thingâs for sure: whether heâs charging into battle or begging for garden work, Umemiya Hajime is going to be the death of you. And if he pulls another stunt like this? He just might meet the wrong end of his own scythe.
NAGI SEISHIRO
âSei, please!â you say, as you stand in front of the couch. âIâll get you that new game if you accept this mission!â
Nagi Seishiro doesnât even open his eyes. Instead, he gives a long, drawn-out sigh as he stretches his arms out behind his head, his tall frame too long to fit comfortably on the couch. His legs dangle over the edge, but he doesnât seem to mind. Honestly, he seems to enjoy lounging around more than he enjoys actually doing his job as your meister.
Itâs not that he canât do the work. No, itâs the opposite. Nagi is ridiculously skilledâmaybe even one of the bestâbut heâd much rather spend his time avoiding the responsibility altogether.
Missions? Too much hassle. Classes? Why bother. Training? Heâs already good enough. Meanwhile, youâre trying your hardest to uphold your reputation, keep your grades up, and, most importantly, collect souls to be stronger. But none of that seems to matter to Nagi unless it somehow involves him not being bored during the mission or anything that has to do with moving.
He cracks one eye open, glancing at you with that familiar sleepy stare, âNew game, hmm?â he mutters, finally giving you his attention.
You nod, your hands pressed together like youâre praying, âYes! It's the new one from the series you like. With the best graphics and battles, you know the besââ
âHmmâŠâ He rolls onto his side, considering if he should take up your offer. âSounds like a lot of work.â
âExactly,â you counter. âJust like this mission is going to be for us. But if we succeed, Lord Death said heâd give us a few days off, and⊠Iâll use that time to get you the game. Youâll have something new to play instead of replaying the same one a hundred times.â
The promise of the game seems more than appealing. He pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he scratches his head. âBut this missionâs rated hard, isnât it? Ugh⊠fighting tough enemies is such a pain.â
âYes, but itâs nothing we canât handle. Youâre a genius, remember?â you say with a smirk, hoping to stroke his ego just enough to sway him.
His options between taking the mission and going back to sleep. Finally, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. âAlright, fine. Iâll do it. But you better make sure you get me that game.â
You canât believe that it took you all of your savings for a game, but you managed to pull him out of his comfort zone. As you gather your things and prepare for the mission, Nagi is already stretching out his arms, yawning. âLetâs make this quick, okay? I want to be back before I get too tired,â he says, already planning his next nap.
âYeah, yeah, lazybones,â you mutter, walking out of your home, but even as you roll your eyes, you canât help but smile. If tricking him with video games is what it takes to get your lazy meister in action, youâre more than willing to make that deal every time.
SUO HAYATO
âCome on, if you keep hiding things from me, Iâll keep seeking,â Suoâs calm, playful voice trails behind you as he walks with that unchanging smile, hands clasped leisurely behind his back. But you keep your gaze fixed forward, pretending you didnât hear him, or at least, trying to. That relaxed, endlessly patient look of his was somehow just as frustrating as it was comforting, especially when you were feeling out of sorts. You know better that he is no stranger, he is your meister, and he knows when something is troubling you.
âI said Iâm fine.â It comes out as a rude remark, and you immediately regret it. You stop, pressing your lips together in frustration, only to feel the softness in Suoâs eyes on you as he stops too. You turn, and though you try to fake your expression, the sadness in your gaze betrays you. He notices it allâof course, he does.
âBreathe in, then out,â he says softly, his hand settling on your shoulder. âIâm here for you.â His voice wraps around you like a safe embrace, and before you can stop yourself, the tears start falling. Your meister pulls you close without hesitation, his pristine white chang-shan serving as an unintended handkerchief.
You swallow, finding your voice as you mumble, âItâs just⊠Endo said Iâm not worthy of being in BofurinâŠâ Your voice is muffled by his clothes, but he seems to catch every word. Each tear, each word, he hears and feels it. Your soul is connected to his so gets to experience your pain.
Suoâs hand moves gently over your back in soothing circles. âAh, Endo,â he chuckles lightly, unfazed. âI should have guessed. Heâs just trying to get a rise out of you, as usual. Remember how he did the same with Sakura?â He leans back slightly to meet your gaze, even if one eye is covered by an eyepatch. You blink, remembering that day. Sakura had been angry and lost after one of Endoâs comments about him. But heâd risen above it, and you had admired his strength then, just as Suo had assured him he was worthy. Now, it feels like heâs giving you the same gift of perspective.
âBut what if⊠what if Iâm not as good as him?â you ask, voice trembling. âWhat if heâs right?â
Suoâs expression softens, and his gentle smile stays. âIf you werenât capable, I wouldnât have chosen you as my weapon,â he says simply, his words holding nothing but the truth. âEndo wants you to feel lesser because thatâs his tactic, his way of keeping others from growing. But you donât have to give him that power.â
You take a shaky breath, letting his words settle. The doubts lose some of their weight in the light of his quiet confidence in you.
âBesides,â he adds, his tone playful, âThat guy lives to get under peopleâs skin. You donât need to believe everything he says.â He winks, and you canât help the small laugh that escapes. There he is again, always finding a way to make you smile.
âNow,â he continues, holding your hand in his, âHow about a tea date instead? Itâs been way too long since weâve had one, and I could use an excuse to relax with my favorite and only girl.â
MEISTER!READER x WEAPON!CHARACTER
BACHIRA MEGURU
As Bachiraâs laughter echoed down the school halls, you couldnât help but smile, clinging tighter to his shoulders as he dashed ahead, but with him everything is more fun when you don't do things normally.
âBachira, slow down! Weâre gonna fall!â you said, more like screamed in his ear, your words nearly drowned out by his wild laughter. And as much as you enjoyed it, sometimes he went a little too far.
âNot a chance!â he shot back, barely avoiding a janitorâs cart as he took a sharp turn. You tighten your grip, feeling the wind rush past as the hallway blurred by. Finally, with a screech of his sneakers, he stopped just outside Lord Deathâs office, grinning back at you. âArrived at the destination! Kisses can be used as payment.â He tapped his cheek with a smug look, and you rolled your eyes but leaned in, giving him a quick peck.
âNot the best drive,â you muttered as you slid off his back, âwouldnât recommendâŠbut will see if I would do it again.â
Opening the door, you straightened up, slipping into professional mode, though it was hard with him right behind you, still buzzing with energy. In front of you, Lord Death stood by his massive glass mirror, wearing his jagged, dark robes and that cartoony skull mask that had a way of being both silly and terrifying.
âLord Death, weâre here,â you said, trying to balance respect and calm as you addressed him. "What did you call us for?â
âAh, Y/N and Bachira! My favorites! Please, please make yourselves comfortable,â he replied, gesturing toward a table absolutely loaded with cakes and sweets. Without a second thought, Bachira made a beeline for the table, already stuffing his face with something chocolatey as you tried to listen to Lord Deathâs orders.
âNow, now,â Lord Death continued, âI need the two of you to retrieve this missing item. Itâs a secret mission, so remember: not a word to anyone. Itâs for your safety.â
You nodded, glancing over at Bachira, who now had chocolate smeared all over his face, looking like a kid whoâd just discovered sugar. âFo yu feef fus fu fo fere fandââ [So you need us to go there andâ] he tried to say, his mouth completely full. But he was cute and was excused by such informality and Lord Death enjoyed how the young weapon was so himself.
You shook your head, amused, and finished the sentence for him, âAnd get the job done as fast as possible.â
âPricelessly, yes!â Lord Death clapped his hands together. âYou two make an excellent team!â
You shot Bachira a look and handed him a napkin, wiping away the chocolate smears with a grin. âIf weâre going on a secret mission, we might as well look good.â
Your partner just laughed, grabbing you and hauling you back onto his shoulders, bright yellow eyes sparkling with his never ending playfulness. âHold on tight, Y/N! Next stop: victory!â
âNot again!â you yelled, clinging to him as he left Lord Deathâs office at full speed, rounding the first corner so sharply you almost slipped. But you knew heâd never actually let you fall.
Lord Death watched you both go, shaking his head with a smile. âAh, youngsters. Full of life.â He knew there was no better duo for the job.
ENDO YAMATO
It was supposed to be a simple mission: slip in, take out the Kishin, collect the soul, and get out. No complications, no distractions. But when Endo was involved, even the simplest things became⊠well, complicated.
âDid I ever tell you about the time Takiishi used me in that fight against the ninja guy?â he whispers, just a little too loud. You shoot him a glare as you crouch low, scanning for any signs of the Kishin lurking in the shadows. But Endo, oblivious to the situationâs demands, just keeps going. âSeriously, it was incredible! The way he wielded meâI'm telling you, it was like magic! I mean, youâre amazing, obviously, but this guy? The two of you together would be unstoppable.â
Your patience was wearing thin, and it was showing. You glanced over your shoulder, whispering in a low, scolding tone, âEndo, would you shut up for once? Weâre supposed to be done with this by now.â
He just smirked, leaning against the cold stone wall as though this was a casual night out instead of a mission. âAw, come on, doll. Whatâs the rush? Weâve got all night to take down one little Kishin." watching you with those eyes that showed nothing good, "Besides, donât you think you need to loosen up a bit? Youâre always trying to be âMiss Perfect.â But youâre already the best, hands down.â
You scoff, rolling your eyes. Thereâs no way youâre letting his endless banter derail the mission. You extend your hand. He takes it with a lazy smile, intertwining your fingers just a little too slowly. âTransform, now,â you whisper, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand in yours and the playfulness in his eye.
Just then, you hear footsteps, a shuffle in the darkness. Instinctively, your grip tightens, and Endo shifts, his form glimmering as he becomes a sleek, polished pistol in your hand. The perfect weapon for one clean shot.
âRight on target, or Iâm putting you in detention,â you mutter, aiming carefully. A soft chuckle echoes from the weapon in your hand.
âOnly if youâre the one giving it to me,â he teases, his voice vibrating through your body.
You donât bother responding, steadying your aim. Pulling the trigger, the shot resonates in the silence as the Kishin collapses. A faint smoke drifts from the barrel as Endo shifts back, grinning as he strides over to collect the soulâa glistening blue orb hovering above the remains. He snatches it with satisfaction, letting it vanish into his mouth as this was his dinner, but he is always ready for dessert.
Youâre already turning to leave when he catches up, nudging your shoulder. âSo, now that weâre done here, think we can swing by the party? Takiishi will be there, andââ
His words trail off when he catches your unimpressed look. But as always, he doesnât give up. Instead, he steps closer, tilting your chin up with his tattooed fingers. âOr maybe,â he murmurs, his voice low, âI could show you a little more of what I can do. Just the two of us.â
You smirk, catching his hand and intertwining your fingers as you start leading the way back to the academy. âYouâd better make it worth my while, then.â
He chuckles, that lazy, cocky sound trailing after you. âOh, you know I will, doll. Anything for you.â
ITOSHI RIN
Youâd been searching for him all day, irritated, annoyed but not surprised. Why does he have to pick a fight with Isagi again? Poor guy probably didnât even do anything this time, just breathing and existing. But Rinâs temper? It seems to have a strong trigger, and you are fully prepared to be the one to finally make it go off on him.
You scanned the room, spotting your friends who gave you sympathetic glances, some even knew what was coming. When you finally spot Rin sitting at his desk in class, like he doesn't care about anything in the world, he's just there.
Without a second thought, you shove the classroom door open, and it bangs against the wall with a force that pulls every head in your direction. Even Dr. Stein, who usually comments on such disturbances with some dry remark, raises his eyebrow at you, his mouth opening. But one sharp look from you shuts him up. He knows better.
âItoshi Rin. Out, now.â Your voice is hard as steel, nothing like the sweet tone you save for casual days, when youâre both training, laughing, maybe even getting along for once. But today, this? This is all business, and everyone knows that if youâre mad enough to pull him out of class, heâs in trouble.
Rin just rolls his eyes and scoffs, pushing himself up from his chair and sauntering to the door. You let the door close behind you with a polite, âExcuse us, Doctor,â as you exit. Stein just sighs, casting a pitying look at Rinâs empty chair.
Behind you, someone whispered, âThink sheâs gonna be the first meister in centuries to kill her weapon?â
Dr. Stein gave an unbothered shrug. âIâd like to see the body afterward, for... scientific purposes.â
Outside the classroom, you stop, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. Rin is slumping against the wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stares at you, his expression completely unbothered. He seems to be waiting for you to say something, but you wait for him, pressuring him to do something.
âWhat do you want?â he finally mutters, almost as if heâs bored.
âWhat I want,â you begin, warning him with that tone, âis for you to stop with this âIâm going to kill Isagiâ nonsense.â You canât keep the anger out of your voice, but you do try to stay calm and controlled. He needs to understand that you are serious without having to scream it in his face. âRin, thereâs nothing wrong with wanting to be the best. But you know as well as I do, we donât need to crush everyone else to prove that. Not him, at least.â
Heâs staring at you, but itâs clear heâs listening to you, but he doesn't hear. He finally scoffs, mumbling, turning his head in the opposite direction to avoid you. âAs if.â What he hated the most was to be told what to do.
You take a step closer, pressing a finger to his chest. âListen, I donât have all day to deal with this. I donât care if you have a grudge or if he has better luck sometimes. Youâre my weapon. And that means you follow my orders.â
Rinâs eyes flash, and he grabs your wrist, his grip firm as he leans down just enough to be intimidating. âI do whatever I want.â You yank him closer by the shirt, unflinching. âAnd I can crush your soul if you ever cross that line with me again. So donât forget, Rinâwhoâs the one with the control here?â
For once, his blunt expression falters. Youâre not sure if heâs backing downâŠor if heâs just considering something else. Either way, he releases your wrist, mumbling under his breath, but for now, heâs been put in his place.
SAKURA HARUKA
"Can't you run faster?" As you leap from one rooftop to the next, Sakura's voice echoes in your head, scythe held tightly in your grip. To achieve his ultimate form as a Death Weapon Scythe, Sakura needed to consume the soul of a witch, and tonight, you had one within your sight. âShut up! I'm trying my best here," you snap back, spinning the weapon instinctively to keep your balance. His groan vibrates through your hands as he starts to feel dizzy.
"Huh?! This is your best?" he taunts, irritated by your fighting, more like defending yourself. Your patience finally snaps, and you grind to a halt, releasing his weapon form as he transforms back to his human shape beside you. His expression is just as fiery as yours, brows knitted, eyes blazing. His sharper-than-normal teeth peek out in frustration.
"Sakura, stop! Iâm fed up with your attitude," you say, barely keeping the anger out of your voice. He stares back at you, unyielding. "I'm your weapon for a reason, remember? Because youâre supposed to be one of the strongest Meisters out there. Donât make me regret my choice of picking you."
The tension between you crackles, the adrenaline and frustration of the hunt mingling into something that even Lord Death wonât be able to stop, as he tried so many times to teach you to be one with your partner. But before you can respond, a voice interrupts from the shadows, lilting and playful, just what you need right now.
"My little pumpkins... Iâm so sorry to interrupt," the witch croons, hovering just above you in the sky. Her glittering eyes shine in the moonlight, a smirk playing across her lips. "Are we going to do this tonight, or should I come back another day?"
The two of you whirl on her in perfect unison, âShut up!â you shout, voices harmonizing as she pouts, clutching her hands to her chest in mock hurt. But youâre too caught up in the moment to notice the glint of magic in her fingers. Before you realize it, sheâs already begun her spell. A sudden pulse of energy knocks Sakura against you, making you stumble on the edge of the rooftop.
You feel yourself losing your balance as the ground rushes up toward you, but Sakuraâs arms find their way around you, his grip tight in fear of not letting you go. Instinctively, you clutch him back, bracing for a rough landing.
But instead of cold pavement, you crash into something soft and oddly bouncy, breaking your fall with an unexpected jolt. You open your eyes to find yourselves surrounded by squishy pumpkins conjured by the witchâs magic. Youâre still tangled up with Sakura, his arms wrapped around you protectively, as he is more concerned now than angry. Your safety was his number one priority, even if you had arguments most of the time you had missions.
"Such cuties you two are!" the witch giggles, waving her fingers at you like sheâs saying goodbye. âWell then, until next time!â
And with that, she vanishes, and your weapon mutters something under his breath, finally letting go of you as he stands up, brushing off imaginary dust with an embarrassed frown. You canât help but smile at him, as he helps you stand up, handing his jacket to you as he walks forward, hands in his pockets as he sneezes and little air hearts appear around him.
"Soul resonance, huh?" you say knowing this wonât be the last time youâre stuck like this together.
ISAGI YOICHI
It was training time, the kind where you and your weapon partner go head-to-head against another meister and weapon pair. But this wasnât just any opponent; this was Michael Kaiser, who had a habit of voicing his unwanted opinion about your partnership with Isagi. And, of course, Isagi chose him. His determination to take on Kaiser was fierce, and despite your reservations, you went along with it.
Running side by side, Isagi transformed into a set of shurikens, sharp and deadly, perfect for an offensive strike. You launched forward with a powerful kick, targeting Kaiser directly. He countered quickly, his weapon Nessâperfect, yet irritatingly well-matched partnerâswinging to meet you.
"A strong meister like you using him? Thatâs so low of you, meine Prinzessin,â Kaiser taunted as he dodged your kicks, punches, and Isagiâs whirling shuriken form. His smirk was only growing wider as he grazed your defenses. Every time he opened his mouth, his mocking words were something you wish you could just cut with your weapon.
âShut up, you stupid Emperor,â you spat, gripping Isagi as he shifted into his katana form, readying for another attempt to close in on Kaiser. You sliced left and right, and your movements were calculated, though the Emperor evaded most of your attacks. The best you managed was a slight tear on his shirtâa minor victory, though not satisfying enough.
âA girl like you, so strong, settling for a weapon like him?â His voice dripped with disgust as he angled Ness, testing your patience. âYou deserve more than someone who thinks lifeâs a puzzle to solve. So much more. Itâs honestly⊠cute, watching you struggle.â
It took everything not to let his words worm into your mind. You knew he was trying to rile you up until youâd snap and lose control. He wanted you to get reckless, to expose a weakness he could exploit. You clenched your fists, steadying yourself. You werenât going to let him get the satisfaction.
âIsagi, I swear, Iâm going to kill you for picking him instead of Barou,â you muttered through gritted teeth, tossing a glance at Isagi mid-battle. He chuckled nervously, though he knew just as well that this rivalry ran deep.
You darted forward, throwing Isagi in his shuriken form in a high arc behind Kaiser, who barely gave it a glance, his eyes pinned on you as you closed in. The fool thought youâd just thrown Isagi away.
âOh, finally giving up and throwing out the trash?â Kaiser sneered, that self-satisfied smirk still painted across his face.
You mirrored his smirk, feeling the satisfaction bubble up as you locked eyes. âQuite the opposite. Iâm taking it down.â
In a flash, Isagi shifted mid-air, transforming back into his human form just in time to land on Kaiser from behind, knocking him to the ground. Before Kaiser could react, you pressed a foot to his chest, holding him down firmly. Isagi stood beside you, eyes shining as he looked down at Kaiser with that victorious smirk.
âWhoâs unworthy now, Emperor?â Isagiâs voice was laced with mockery, enjoying every second of the results. Kaiser, winded but not defeated, glared up at you. But even he couldnât deny that for once, heâd been outmatched.
KAJI REN
You're patrolling the streets of Death City, trying to find the Kishin that has been disturbing the peace for a few days now. Beside you, Kaji Ren walks, hands in his hoodie pockets, a lollipop perched between his lips as if he didnât have a care in the world. Headphones cradling his ears, pulsing with the beats of a very familiar song. Just as youâre about to comment on his distracted state, he freezes, eyes narrowing as he spots something moving in the shadows.
Without thinking twice, you reach out, snatching both his lollipop and his headphones when he barely has time to register the theft before youâve popped the lollipop into your mouth, its sugary taste spreading across your tongue. Kajiâs eyes widen, and for a second he looks stunned, ready to make a witty remark but youâre already moving, sliding the headphones over your ears, the music from your shared playlist flooding your senses, pumping up your adrenaline.
âYouâ!â he starts, but heâs already transforming, his body twisting in a flash of light until the cold steel of his scythe form lands firmly in your grasp.
The music pulses through you and the beat matches your footsteps as you lunge toward the Kishin. With Kaji in your hand, you dance around the creature, slicing it as you move to the rhythm. You could feel his irritation vibrating through his blade form, and if heâd been human, youâd bet heâd be yelling, but his words are muffled by the blasting music in your ears.
âY/N, watch ouââ You grin to yourself, knowing you donât need the warning. You leap high, spinning mid-air, and bring Kaji down killing the Kishin with a powerful strike. It vanishes quickly, leaving only its blue soul glowing in the aftermath.
Landing gracefully, nodding your head to the rhythm as you pull off the headphones and let Kaji return to his human form. His mouth opens, clearly ready to throw an insult, but before he can get a single word out, you press the headphones back into his hands with a nonchalant smile.
âYes, yes. Here you go. Return what Iâve taken,â you say, casually, popping the lollipop back into your mouth. âBut Iâm keeping this,â you add, twirling the sweet between your teeth. âItâs just too good to give up.â
âYou wonât even heââ His protest dies as you press a finger to his lips, your teasing smile flashing as you look up at him, âShhh, Ren. Youâre so cute when youâre mad, you know that?â The faintest hint of a blush creeps into his cheeks, his brows knitting together, making him look even more annoyed. You always cut him off, you didn't listen to him and he was mad, but at the same time, he was too enraged to say anything. Turning away, looking forward to your next taskâif only to tease him more.
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LN x fem!reader - 4k celebration
based on this request!
in which, why wouldnât they fall in love?
back with another celebration request! thank u anon, love this one sm! so tempted to make something longer form outta this one omg... lemme know what you think of this, hugs hugs hugs
i had to reupload this! sorry if you already interacted :(
songs to set the mood: letâs fall in love for the night by finneas, you are in love by taylor swift, sofia by clairo, till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas
warnings: 18+!! minors go away dni!! smut, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption, voyeurism? kinda? friends to lovers, mutual pining
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âi bring gifts!â you call out, throwing the keys on the side. you shuffle your feet against the doormat, awkwardly balancing the bottle of wine you hold in one hand and the box of pizza in the other. it doesnât help that you feel like the michelin man, bundled up in a jacket and a scarf. you kick off your boots, leaving them haphazardly in the hallway.
âin the kitchen.â lando shouts back, and you trudge towards the sound of his voice, sliding around in your fluffy socks.
âi hate all of those stupid little cars that everyone in monaco seems to drive.â you tut, sliding the pizza box across the counter, the bottle of wine clinking against the granite.
âeven my jolly?â lando pouts. heâs waiting with two wine glasses, even though youâll drink most of the merlot while he scrunches his nose up in distaste, but this is routine, standard procedure.
âi do miss the jolly, to be fair.â you give him that much, grinning playfully.
five minutes later, your coat and scarf are long forgotten, slung over one of the high chairs that line his breakfast bar. youâre in the living room, sprawled on one end of the couch, him on the other. your feet rest in his lap and the pizza box rests across your knees. some series youâve been trying to watch for weeks is playing on netflix, but you arenât really paying much attention.
âso, youâre telling me,â you pause to take another bite of pizza, swallowing between giggles, âyouâre telling me that you heard oscar through the wall?â you choke.
âyeah, iâm telling you! little oscar is definitely not⊠little, from what i heard.â he cackles. âand then afterwards, bless them, they were all dishevelled and he would not make eye contact with me.â lando explains, both of you a mess of giggles.
âoscar piastri, what a minx.â you shake your head in disbelief.
âas if thatâs what i needed, by the way! the dry spell was not helped by whatever him and lily were getting at.â
âdry spell? you? donât lie to me, norris.â you kick him gently.
âwhat? iâm serious! start of the season has been so busy, havenât had time to⊠get busy.â he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes.
âwelcome to my world, you prick.â you tease, kicking him again. you catch his ribs as you do, knowing full well youâve hit the prime tickle spot.
âwhatâs your excuse?â
âexcuse you, iâm a busy gal! we canât all be famous jet-setting f1 drivers.â you feign offence, and he grins toothily.
âi meant,â he starts, speaking slowly as if youâre stupid, and for a third time, you kick him, a tad harder than the last two times. âyouâre a catch, how are you not getting laid?â
you pray he canât see the way youâve gone pink.
truthfully, heâs the damn reason. how can any man live up to the one and only lando norris? how can anyone compare to your best friend? world famous, beautiful, down right hilarious, beautiful!
landoâs the guy that picks up the pieces every time some loser breaks your heart. heâs the guy whoâs key you keep on your overflowing keychain, the guy who buys duplicates of the skincare products you use, so you can keep them at his place - you still laugh every time you remember the first time he tried to pronounce salicylic acid. heâs basically your guy, but after 10 years of friendship, youâre not willing to tell him that.
âjust⊠not.â you shrug, tucking your hair behind your ear. he hums in response, sounds like he doesnât believe you, but he drops it.
you sink three glasses of red, the pizza box is on the floor, and your eyes are drooping, heavy.
âbedtime for you, methinks.â lando whispers, gently shifting your feet from his lap. you frown, missing his touch already. you make grabby hands at him, too comfy to move on your own. âwant me to carry you?â you nod lazily, a smile stretching across your face.
he slides one hand under your legs, the other under your back, and hoists you up. he holds you close to his chest, your head resting against his heart, so close that you can hear the soft thrum that keeps him warm.
âthank you.â you murmur as he places you softly on your- his guest bed.
âanytime, honey.â he smiles down at you. he thinks youâre so pretty like this, so sleepy and cosy. he fights the demons that tell him to crawl into the empty space beside you. âthereâs some water here, sleep well, love.â he walks away, reaching the door when:
âlove you.â you coo. he shivers. you always say it, and he always says it back, but lately, it pains him.
âyeah. love you too.â
lando pulls the door to quietly, leaning against the wood for a moment trying to compose himself.
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itâs been an hour, and youâre sobered up, wide awake in the dark.
you try to fall asleep, really, you do, but your mind is moving a thousands miles an hour, and all you can think about is his dry spell. your dry spell.
how can you sleep when you know heâs on the other side of the wall, as needy as you are for a warm body. you also know that youâve soaked through your underwear. youâre wildly uncomfortable, restless, desperate for a sweet release, whether that be of sleep, or something else.
you canât ask him, it would be a step too far, despite how torturously close you already are. so instead, you drive yourself insane with the thought of him; the image of him, head thrown back, slick and sweaty, cock hard in his hand.
whatâs the harm in helping yourself out?
youâre throbbing, hot all over. you lose the war with yourself and your hand trails shamelessly down your body. youâre so sensitive that youâre instantly stifling moans, hand slapped over your mouth. you canât get the earlier image out of your head, and you pray heâs on the other side of the wall thinking about you. youâre desperate, bucking your hips into your hand, aching for a release. you wish your hands were landoâs, big and rough, toying with every quivering part of you.
you have an idea, a twisted one, the kind that almost sends you over the edge. what would happen if you let yourself be as loud as you wanted, if you tore your hand away and cried out like you wanted to? every shred of rationality leaves your needy body.
youâre whining, clear as day. your resist calling out his name as your high builds, tweaking your clit between your fingers. youâre so dangerously close, hovering right on the edge. thatâs when you hear it.
on the other side of the wall, your vision of lando has become a reality. your faint whines through the wall have him rock hard, fucking his own hand. he wishes it could be yours, and with the way youâre crying out, he doesnât think youâd oblige to sitting on his lap, wet and pretty, and letting him sink his cock nice and deep.
but he canât cross that line. not with you. it doesnât matter how badly he wants you, how heâd go to the ends of the earth for you. one night wasnât worth ten years of friendship, washed down the drain.
his hand speeds up, his head thrown back, at the same time as you slip two fingers inside of yourself. you fingers curl, hitting deep when you hear a throaty groan sounding from the other side of the wall.
youâd think a millionaire would have thicker walls.
he hears the exact moment you cum, a noticeable change in your sounds. theyâve gone up an octave, breathless, and before he can even register, heâs spurting thick white ribbons that land hotly on his skin.
you clean yourselves up, rooms apart but the same exact things running through your minds.
i just got off to the sound of my best friend.
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you nibble the crusts of your toast. the kitchen is quiet, painfully so, and the air is still.
lando has his back to you, making you another cup of coffee. heâs forgone a shirt and you try your absolute best to ignore the warm glow of his skin. he looks radiant. you know why; orgasms can do that.
âlando-â
âwe donât need to talk about it, honey.â
âum, i was just gonna tell you that youâre burning your toast.â you snicker.
âoh, fuck.â he slides along the floor to the toaster, burning his fingers on blackened bread.
when he turns to you, heâs tinged red, grinning bashfully.
âmoving on.â
âi need to get home but dinner later? i wonât stay the night.â you wink. you crave the normalcy that once was, the light, teasing nature of your friendship.
âiâll cook.â heâs still blushing.
âooh, on second thought.â you suck air through your teeth, pulling a face.
âget outta here.â he sticks his tongue out at you.
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dinner was⊠well, it was edible.
he made spaghetti and some kind of sauce, one that you couldnât quite work out the contents of but it was good enough.
âthanks, lan.â you smile softly, helping him clear the few plates off the table.
âanytime, honey.â he replies.
youâre standing at the sink, placing the cutlery down when you feel him behind you. you spin around, instantly regretting it, because youâre caged in. heâs leaning up to reach into a cupboard, frozen. so, so close. his panicked breath fans your face and you can feel the heat of his body.
you lean in, because why wouldnât you? and so does he, so, so close. your hand that rests on the edge of the sinks moves so that you can reach out and cup his disgustingly perfect face but then-
a knife that had been hovering between the counter and plunging into the soapy hot water gets nudged over the edge by your clumsy hand and clatters against into the bowl.
the irritating noise springs you both back to reality and he jumps away like an orange cat. you grimace at the awkward tension, and he scratches the back of his neck. and then youâre laughing, hard, and of course he joins in because this situation is utterly ridiculous and your laugh is so beautifully contagious.
âoh my god, what is wrong with us?â you wheeze through the laughter, leaning back against the counter.
âlast night was⊠insane. and now everything feels weird so, letâs just go back to basics.â lando smiles gracefully. you nod.
âthat sounds absolutely perfect.â
ânetflix?â
âand chill?â you chime in sarcastically. he glares at you. âcouldnât help it.â you hold your hands up in faux surrender.
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you donât know when you fall asleep, but you conk out, head lulling against his shoulder when you do.
he haunts your dreams, fingers thick between your thighs while you whimper his name. you must be out of it, so deep in your slumber that it takes lando a good few coos of your name to draw you out of it.
when your eyes shoot open, heâs looking down at you, a single curl falling over his forehead, taunting you.
âyou dreaming of me?â he grins, something in his eyes that snaps you out of your grogginess.
âwh-why?â you splutter, sitting up. heâs still so close to you, coy smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips,
âkept making these little sounds, panting my name. got me thinking.â
âabout what?â you whisper.
âhow much i wanted to pin you to that bed last night and make you cry for me.â
âis this gonna ruin us?â your voice trembles with a unique blend of fear and anticipation.
âafter last night? baby, weâre already ruined.â
his lips meet yours, tentative for just a brief second, and then itâs passionate, warm, lightning. his hands are firm on your body, pulling you impossibly closer until thereâs no other option but to clamber into his lap. your hands find his hair, tugging wildly until his curls are a disheveled mess, pulled every which way.
âyouâre so beautiful. want to tell you all the time but-â lando mumbles into your mouth, urgent and hushed.
âbut friends donât do that.â you cut him off.
he pulls away from you, his nose bumping yours. his eyes are so blue today, sparkly.
âi think weâre more than that.â he mutters, lips brushing yours. âi think we have been for a while.â
âyeah.â you pant. âyeah we have. yeah.â your eyes dart between his and his kiss swollen lips.
and then youâre licking into his mouth, sighing at the relief. he paws at your waist, warm hands sliding under your jumper, gliding over your hips and up, up, up, until heâs dragging the material over you head and tossing it carelessly to the side. he kisses over your collarbone, licking and nipping while his hands smooth over your bra. he plucks at the fasten, and you relax as it snaps open, and the straps slide over your shoulders.
âis this okay, angel?â he whispers.
âperfect.â
his thumbs trace over the curve of your breasts, teasing your nipples gently, enough to send shockwaves through your body. youâre subconsciously grinding down on him, dragging your hips over his crotch, mouth dropping open when you hear the way his breath catches in his throat.
âdriving me insane, honey.â he gulps, rolling your nipples between his fingers. âneed to get inside of you.â
âhurry up then.â you sound desperate to your ears, delicious to his.
âdo you know how hard it was to stay in my room last night? when i could hear you making those pretty little noises? youâre so bad.â he tuts, lifting you off of his lap and laying you back against the couch.
nimble fingers undo your jeans and you jolt as he slides them down your thighs, intimate touches on intimate skin. you lace your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, and you moan into his open mouth when his fingers trail beneath your underwear.
lando dips his fingers between your folds, groaning as soon as he feels where your wetness has pooled in your panties. youâre intoxicating, he thinks, and heâs starving for you. he pries his hand from between your legs, lapping at his soaked digits. his eyes fall shut, eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks.
your taste sparks something within him, and he wriggles onto his belly, resting in between your thighs. he toys with your panties, just for a second, and he canât help but latch on. he laves his tongue over the growing wet patch, eyes fluttering shut. he drags your underwear to the side, lapping over your cunt messily.
âtaste so good.â he slurs into your pussy, depraved and ravenous. you buck your hips, the sensation of his words sending rumbles of vibrations to every one of your nerve endings.
you writhe against the plush couch, sinking deeper between the cushions as he fucks his tongue deeper and deeper, burrowing his face as far between your thighs as he can go.
âlando, âm so close.â you gasp, tugging hard at his curls, taking your nails across his scalp. he whimpers, whimpers, at the sensation and thatâs enough to finish you off.
he keeps going, kitten licking you through your orgasm and you pant, nothing but white behind your squeezed shut eyes. you have you drag him away, overstimulated and twitching against the silvery grey fabric of the sofa.
âfuck.â you laugh, breathless.
âgood?â he smirks.
âshut up and come here.â you make grabby hands at him, and he clambers over you, smiling wide, his lips coated shiny and red.
âyouâre pretty.â he coos, licking his lips clean.
âso are you.â you whisper.
he collapses on top of you, urgently slotting his lips over yours. he slides his hands all over your frame, memorising every dip and curve, while your hands find the waistband of his joggers. you push the material down his hips gently tracing his hip bone; he shudders at the graze, kicking the fabric away and wrapping his hand around his cock.
you glance down, taking in the sight before you. heâs thick in his own hand, red and slick already, as he runs his hand over himself.
âyou want me?â he manages to ask through gritted teeth.
âplease.â you whine, reaching to replace his hand, but he bats you away.
âpatience, baby. wanted you like this for so long, you can wait a few seconds.â he scolds, condescendingly.
you donât get a chance to talk back, because heâs sliding inside of you, nice and slow. your eyes roll back at the delectable stretch, heâs bigger than youâve had in a while, and you hum lowly. he kisses over your throat and you can hear his shaky breath fanning your ear. youâre fluttering around him, adjusting to him with small circles of your hips.
âdo something.â you beg, hushed and breathless.
âyou think you can take it?â lando taunts, but you can hear the way his voice waivers as your walls spasm around him.
âcan you?â you whisper, giving as good as you get. something inside of him snaps and pride kicks in, because before you can even truly gloat, heâs barrelling into you.
you cling onto his shoulders greedily, digging your fingertips in to whatever part of him you can get hold of. he thrusts so deep, all the way in, before dragging fully out, leaving you aching for him to fill you up again. heâs going quick enough that you canât really complain, but slow enough to tease, to drive you insane beneath him. it feels too good to hurry him up, he knows what heâs doing and you want to take it, feel him like this. youâre quivering, his cock hitting every single spot that makes you tick and you think you can die happy now that youâve had him.
âiâm so close.â you warn, overstimulated from your first orgasm. he ups his pace, just enough to send you spiralling, and you canât keep your eyes open as you let go, your legs kicking out.
itâs too much when you open your eyes and find him staring down at you, sleepy and sweaty. heâs gorgeous like this, pupils blown, bronze skin glistening in the low light. he feels the way you throb around him, still buried so deep.
ânot done with you yet, angel. câmere.â lando sits back, pulling your limp body along with him until your right back where you started, sprawled over his lap.
heâs so close to his own release, pained and restless, and you can feel the head rubbing against your clit. even in your state of pure exhaustion, you canât help but grind down against him, and he lifts your hips enough for you to sink down on him.
your sounds of pleasure ricochet off of one anotherâs, animalistic contentment spilling from between two sets of equally swollen lips. youâre so full like this, rocking tiredly, backwards and forwards.
âjust like that, baby. just like that.â heâs breathing heavily, brows furrowed. his head tips back, neck thick and flexed, and youâre thrown back into the deep end of your fantasy.
âoh my god.â you choke, tears of satisfaction building. âlando!â you cry, meeting his shallow thrusts. heâs guiding your hips up and down, just enough to hammer against that special spot that makes you whine his name.
âcum for me, baby, last one. know you can do it pretty girl.â the praise knocks the last bits of air out of you and you collapse forwards into his arms. he holds you tight, groaning sweet nothings and your name like a prayer, right in your ear.
âyouâre definitely staying tonight.â lando laughs softly, coming down. you think back to your earlier refusal, grinning lazily.
âguest room?â you joke, kissing his shoulder.
he pulls you back so that he can look at you, cupping your face.
âyouâre never staying in that room ever again.â
he kisses you, then. soft. warm. home.
itâs natural, everything youâve been missing, and somehow the only thing youâve been missing in your relationship with him. he already gave you everything you could ever need, tonight was the cherry on top.
âare we gonna be okay?â you whisper, so quiet that you can barely hear yourself. fear pools in your belly.
âi hope so. âcause iâm never letting you go now.â
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i feel so warm inside hehe
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bad idea right? â s. reid x reader
in which hooking up with your ex is probably not a good idea... right?
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: angst/smut (18+ mdni) tags: porn with plot. reader's mentioned wearing a dress. fingering. kind of fade to black p in v. i think im incapable of writing no d/s dynamics so soft dom!spencer my beloved. i don't mention protection but he wrapped it just trust me guys. really awful decisions are made. word count: 3.9k a/n: i know i KNOW i said im writing fluffy smut but i simply cannot help myself... anyways this has been in the works for far too long (months...) but i have a lot of ideas for this dynamic/pairing so if we want more pls tell me đđđđđ i will do it!!! maybe im already doing it!!!!!đđđđđdon't fuck ur exes and thank u again for 1k ily
"Hey."
There was a beat. Then another. By the third beat your heart had started stuttering in your chest and your adrenaline-induced activities had caught up to your brain. You were slowly sinking into yourself under his gaze, that probably wasn't scrutinising, but definitely felt that way. Regret pooling in your stomach because yes, this was an absolutely awful idea, and he had clocked it within the twenty minutes it took for you to get here after his last text.Â
His last text that did technically say you shouldn't come over, but if you did he wouldn't leave you stranded out in the hall. Such a gentleman, you had thought.
"I said you shouldn't come," he chastised, and your legs wobbled beneath the weight of your regret.Â
"You also said IÂ couldâ"
"âAs a courtesy," his voice was firmer than you remembered him ever being, and your heart stuttered uncomfortably in your chest at the sound of it.Â
"Well don't add courtesy messages if you don't want me to take them seriously," you retorted, and your arms crossed over your chest.Â
He was silent for a few moments, gears turning behind his eyes, deciding if he should send you home or let you in. Then, he was stepping back, and gesturing for you to come inside â and you were.
Admittedly, six months was a long time. Being here at all is risky, and there was that fear of there being a girl sitting curled up on his couch, watching an episode of something Spencer had bribed her to watch. And maybe if you were any more sane, you would not be carefully analysing every inch of his apartment. Searching for â and expecting there to be â someone residing in spaces you had once found comfort in.Â
But; no one. Then you decided that thought was stupid, because Spencer Reid was not (stupid), and he wouldn't have asked you to come to his apartment if there was a girl there.Â
"Why are you dressed up?" he asked you, eyeing the dress you had on, even as he brushed past you to head into his kitchen.Â
"Had a party," you replied, clasping your hands behind your back, watching him walk around his apartment with so much ease. Maybe this was only awkward for you.
"Is that why you messaged me?"
"No. No. I didn't drink," you quickly said, shaking your head, immediately clocking where his own thoughts had wandered off to.Â
He nodded his head, leaning against his kitchen counter, rubbing his palms together as he studied the marble countertop, seemingly needing to find his words. "Then why did you?"
Your lips parted, silence settling between you two for a few moments longer, unsure if your internal turmoil from the night you had been having should be something for his ears or not.Â
You decided it was. "Everyone's in relationships. And all their partner's were there with them at the party."
"And you were alone."
"Yeah."
He slowly nodded his head, his gaze settling on you again. "You were lonely."
Your shoulders shrugged, your own eyes dropping to the floor as embarrassment crept up your spine uncomfortably. "I missed you."
"Don't."
"What? Miss you?"Â
"Yes," he said, voice strained enough for your stomach to flip. "That isn't fair."
"I know."
"You're the one who ended things."
"I know."
He was silent then, his hands dragging down his face, pausing to dig the pads of his index fingers into his eye sockets. He sighed, his arms dropping by his side heavily, eyes returning to you. Again.Â
"You can't do this," he grew firmer, the sudden tone of voice causing an uncomfortable dull ache to form in your chest.Â
"Do what?" you asked, quietly.Â
"Come see me every time you feel lonely."
"I don't come see you every time I feel lonely."
He bore holes into your face, eyes meticulously committing features to memory, before he straightened his shoulders, exhaling through his nose. "Don't make this a habit."
"It won't," you said, quickly, a promise you both knew you couldn't make truthfully.
Hesitantly, he nodded his head towards his couch, and despite the blaring alarm in your brain telling you to just go home and forget about it, your feet carried you over to it. Sinking into the plush of black leather you had sat so many times before, the fabric cold against your legs.
His face softened involuntarily, staring at you, heart achingly vulnerable and small, tucked into the corner of his couch. It almost made it easy to forget the past six months and everything leading up to the breakup. Almost.Â
He stayed standing, as a power move or because he was simply awkward, you didn't know anymore. The man you were currently sharing air with did not seem the same as he had half a year prior. That hurt.Â
Sitting up straighter, you clasped your hands in your lap, fixating your gaze on the coffee table in front of you. "I'm sorry."
He didn't respond for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your sudden apology. Then, feet shuffling that indicated he was walking away from the couch, and your heart sank to your stomach.Â
"For what?" he asked, his voice gruffer than he had intended.Â
Your breath hitched. "Breaking up with you, I guess."
Too many memories filled your mind from what had happened, and you felt the guilt you had suppressed for months crawl its way back up your spine.Â
"And you think sorry can make it all okay?" his voice had a hint of bitterness in it, and you couldn't even blame him for it.Â
"No. Obviously not," you said, shifting on the couch to turn your head to look at him, fixating on him as he attempted to busy himself with rearranging the books on his desk. "Can you come here, please?"
His movements paused, and he lifted his gaze to you. There was a silent battle between your eyes, before you inevitably won, and he nodded, letting go of the hardback book he was moving and instead walking over to you on the couch.Â
"I feel awful. For the way I left," you told him when he found residence on the other end of the couch, the distance technically small, but to you, seemingly massive.Â
"You didn't seem upset when you left."
"IÂ was. Please believe me."
He was no longer looking at you, but you were at him, and there was a disapproving expression on his face that told you he simply didn't, despite the quiet, "Okay," that fell from his lips.Â
Unsure of what else to say, you let the silence encase you, instead flickering your eyes around the apartment, attempting to pick out minuscule changes he had made since you'd moved out. Nothing insane jumped out to you, other than the lack of your presence. There no longer being a collection of your own books on his bookshelf, brightly coloured trinkets not cluttering the kitchen countertop anymore. Which was fine. Even the items you had left here unknowingly, you hadn't expected to still be residing in his apartment.Â
When your gaze settled back on him, you found him staring at you already. Your lips pulled into a small frown, while his parted, breath catching as if about to say something, then stopping.Â
"You look pretty," he settled on telling you. And if you were any more stable, maybe your heart wouldn't have flipped in your chest.Â
"Thank you," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burn slightly.Â
Despite the fluster such a simple compliment brought you, you couldn't look away. And it seemed neither could he. Staring at each other for ticking minutes, until you were finally breaking the brick wall of tension and standing up.Â
"I shouldn't have come," you told him. "You were right."
"I should agree with you," he replied, watching your every movement. Even as you halted your beeline towards his door, confusion creeping up your spine. He had noticed it.Â
You turned back to him. "But you don't."
"No. I don't," he agreed. "We ended abruptly."
"I left."
"Yeah."
It had been a huge misunderstanding, in the grand scheme of it all. A misunderstanding you had logically worked out after a week of dwelling on it all, but then had far too much pride to reach out to him again. Instead, allowing the remnants of your relationship to rot away in the back of your mind, never to be touched again.Â
Until you were violently reminded just how much you had thrown away that night in a room full of happy people.Â
Letting your shoulders soften, you trudged back over to him, standing rather awkwardly in front of him on the couch. Not that it felt awkward. You decided awkwardness was impossible when Spencer Reid stared at you like you were the sun materialised in his living room â the same way he had when you were still with him. And after six months of not seeing him, and an entire awkward conversation later, you finally wondered if anything had actually changed at all.
How you felt about him certainly hadn't. Eyes fixated on him like he was going to disappear if you even twitched, and you had the fleeting thought of kissing him. Which then turned into a recurring thought, until you were actively fighting the thought because this was not your boyfriend and kissing him was quite possibly the worst thing you could ever do.Â
But God, did you want to.Â
"I resented you for a long time."
You ignored the guilt eating away at your heart, and the hurt that settled in your stomach. You deserved his resent.Â
"You don't anymore?" you asked, voice choked up from the thick ball of a sob caught in your throat.Â
"No," he shook his head. "I don't know what I feel anymore."
You nodded your own head wordlessly. "That's fair."
He exhaled sharply, and his fingers pressed into the inner corners of his eyes. "You shouldn't be here."
"So you've said."
"No, I meanâ" he cut himself off, lifting his gaze back to you. "I have things I want to do, that I will regret."
"With me?" You already knew the answer.Â
"Yes," he confirmed anyways. "And we shouldn't."
"We definitely shouldn't," you agreed.Â
He stood, dropping his hands by his sides, and you feared for a moment he was going to kick you out, just for the sake of his own sanity. Maybe it would be better for the both of you if he did that.Â
He didn't.Â
Instead, you learned quite quickly that he was battling the same internal conflict you were. And maybe he was attempting to ignore it; same as you. Maybe he had lost that war and that was why he was acting on those terrifying impulses.Â
"I want to kiss you."
You were mostly shocked the words hadn't come from you. But by the time you had registered that fact, you had also registered you were nodding in agreement, followed by your consent, and he then was kissing you.Â
And it was like no time had passed at all.Â
His lips on your own were as desperate as you remember â even in the quieter mornings he would kiss you like you'd disintegrate beneath him, never to be seen again. And, with matching his desperation, you found his knees buckling as they hit the edge of the couch, and he was coaxing you down onto it with gentle hands on your hips.Â
Abiding his physical request, your knees dug into the cushions, on either side of his body, and he was stuttering through breaths, lips detaching from your own. Your protests about it died on your tongue quickly as he kissed down your jaw and over the skin of your neck â delicately, for he had always been keenly aware of how sensitive the vessels and nerves in your neck were.Â
"You definitely haven't drank tonight?" he mumbled against your skin once his lips had reached the top edge of your dress.
"No," you confirmed with a shake of your head, and he let out what seemed like a sigh of relief â you didn't know if feeding into that idea was good for you mentally or not.Â
His fingers trailed up the length of your spine, your back arching on impulse as goosebumps arose on your skin. Tender hands found the thin straps of your dress, and his head lifted to look at you again. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," you breathed out, content flooding over you as he did as he had intended, and you were slipping your arms out of the straps of your dress.
"This is such a bad idea," he mumbled, and all you could do was hum in agreement, for he was still pressing kisses along your skin down past your collarbone.Â
Maybe it was the lingering thought that you shouldn't be doing this that egged you on. The knowledge that your friends would probably consider a violent end for you (and him) once they found out. That this was bad, and you were going to regret it the second it was over.Â
His hands dropped back to your hips, and you searched for his lips again with your own, kissing him once more. Your dress bunched at your waist with help from Spencer, and hands that grappled at your ass tugged you impossibly closer.Â
"Are you actually going to hookup with me on your couch?" you murmured against his lips.Â
"Where would you prefer us to be?" he asked you, tilting his head back so he could see you once more.Â
"Your bed."
If he disagreed with your suggestion, he hid it behind a nod, tapping your thighs so you could climb off of him. Which, you did, leading him towards his own bedroom, similarly to all the ways you had done it before. He tried not to dwell on that.Â
"Have you been with anyone since we broke up?"Â
Your voice was filled with an insecurity you wished to burn as you climbed onto the bed. The sheets so familiar you felt like crying.Â
"Do you really want the answer to that question?" he asked, positioning himself over you, fingers placed at your waist.
"No," you decided, a response he knew you'd reply with. "But I guess that is an answer within itself."
"I guess," he agreed, head ducking back down to kiss over your shoulders and collarbones.Â
"Were they good?"
"I'm not answering that."
"So they were."
He said your name, chidingly, nipping at your skin. "If you want to do this, I need your focus to be here. Not the other people I've had sex with."
"Okay. Sorry."
He only hummed as a response, the hand on your waist dropping past your hips, gently parting your legs and running his fingers up the skin of your inner thigh.Â
Everything he did felt hauntingly familiar, and easy. As if the past six months had been nothing more than a bad dream, and the man who was above you, pulling your underwear down your legs and hiking your dress up to your waist, had done this twice in the past week already.Â
You'd resonate in that fantasy for as long as you could.Â
You squirmed as he brushed a finger through your folds, and he smiled, his mind no doubt reminding him of all the times you had done that before.
"Take your time," you muttered, bitterly, as he repeated the gentle ministration a few more times.Â
"I will," he bit back, though the amusement in his eyes as he met your gaze again told you he was similarly as impatient. "I'm just figuring out what makes you feel good."
"You've forgotten?"
"No," he shook his head, the word flying off his tongue as he circled your clit with his finger, with a frustrating expertise. "I'm reminding myself."
"I like being kissed."
He laughed, quietly. Your heart warmed in your chest, while his lips brushed delicately against yours once more. "Thank you for the reminder."
"Of course," you said, and he was then swallowing a moan as he kissed you, pushing a finger into you at the same time.Â
His eyebrows knitted together, something you only make out because his lips have tugged into a frown and you were pulling back to peer at him â only to be coaxed back into a kiss by his searching lips. You decided not to ask why he's confused. Or concerned. Or whatever the expression he was making was for.Â
"Spencer," you breathed out when he had kept his finger still for too long (in your opinion), and he's quick to mumble an apology and start thrusting his finger.Â
Whether he was more conscious of the sounds you were making, or simply just wanted to kiss you, you didn't know. But his lips stayed connected to yours as he fingered you in practiced motions, that you were focussing so closely on. Perhaps too closely, for he was nipping your lower lip when you had stopped actively kissing him back.Â
"Is your distraction an indicator of something good? Or do I need to work harder?" he asked you, lifting his head to watch you squirm as he added another finger.Â
"No, it's something good. It feels good," you reassured him.
The heel of his palm grazed over your clit, and you whined. So, he did it again. You moaned louder. He curled his fingers inside of you, and you moaned at how overwhelming it all was. He might have slept with more people in between, but you certainly hadn't, and it was becoming all too much, all too quick.Â
You were acutely aware of the movement of his own hips on the bed beside you, your lips tugging up in amusement at the desperation he was displaying. Comforted by the fact that you were not alone.Â
A particular brush of his fingers upon that spot inside of you cut off your thoughts, and you gasped, jerking your head away. At that, he did it again. And again.
"SpencerâSpencer," you whimpered, brokenly, grappling for any semblance of control over yourself.Â
"Mm?"
"I'm gonna come," you told him. An honest mistake, because he was now pulling his fingers out of you, despite your quick protests. "Noâwhat the fuck?"
"Shh," he said through a smile, kissing you to quieten your loud objections. "I want to come with you. Is that okay, honey?"
Oh.
Overwhelmed with a sudden shyness, you nodded your head, cheeks warming, and any opposing words dying on your tongue. "Yes. It is."
In an all too quick motion, he went from fully clothed above you, to fully naked and beside you, you having discarded of your own dress at the same time. Absentmindedly, because you were a little too focused on what it was you were actually doing, brain running rampant about how awful of an idea it was.Â
But then he was shifting your legs open, hand running up and down the skin of your thighs as he positioned himself at your entrance, and you were forgetting all about it.Â
In a slow, languorous thrust, he pushed himself inside of you, a low hiss leaving his lips as he stilled, your own eyes fluttering shut, hands balling into fists.Â
"This, I forgot," he breathed out, and you felt his hair tickle your shoulder as he rested his head against it.Â
"You have an eidetic memory."
"Not for touch. Not like this," he explained, voice strained. "Sorry, sweet girl. Give me a minute."
The pet name had your heart fluttering, and you felt tears sting your vision as the violent reminder that this will never happen again flashed in your mind. You willed that thought away, trying to focus on the feeling of him inside of you, and how good it was in the moment.Â
"It's been like twenty," you grumbled, pushing your hips back against his, and a choked laugh left his lips.Â
"Seconds, maybe," he answered, a hand dropping to your hips. To still them or ground himself, you didn't know. "Exercise patience, please."
"Forgive me, but you did just stop me from coming."
He bit your shoulder. "Exercise manners too, while you're at it."
At that, you inhaled, before saying in an awfully sweet voice, "Can you please fuck me, Spencer?"
"Was that so hard?"
"Fuck off."
"After I make you come, I will," he answered, tone of voice unbearably innocent.Â
A stark contrast to the drag of his hips out of you, and the sharp thrust back in (just to punctuate his point, of course). At its unexpectedness, you gasped, voice cracking and heart somersaulting.Â
Every thrust into you was a constant reminder of what you had given up. What you had lost. A string of moans from you so achingly familiar to his ears, and heavy breaths from him making you want to never let this end.Â
He was everything, and perhaps your hands were an inch too small to hold all of him.Â
As quickly as it had all began, it was over, and you were left in the centre of his mattress, staring up at a ceiling you had intricately dissected with your eyes many times before.Â
He had disappeared to his bathroom, assumedly to get clothes for himself, and hopefully something for you and your walk of shame you were no doubt doing in less than thirty minutes time.Â
There was a growing sick feeling in your stomach you could at least identify to be anxiety, paired with the gross feeling of regret for your actions. You were never meant to see him again, despite what your heart had wanted. You forced yourself to be an adult about this, to cut him off. Your friends had pathetically changed his contact name to don't answer on a night out for their own personalised reminder of what talking to him would ensue. Why didn't you fucking listen?
He returned from the bathroom, a pile of clothes you had forgotten you'd ever even left here in his hands. You wiped the sides of your face with the backs of your hands, fluttering your eyelids to cut off anymore tears, sitting up.
"You should probably go," he said. If there was anything left of your heart to shatter, he just did.
"You're kicking me out so soon?" you asked him, failing at keeping your tone of voice light. When he hesitated in a response, you discovered why you no longer let your heart speak for you. You cracked a small smile, shook your head, and muttered, "Kidding."Â
He didn't need to know you were subconsciously begging him to let you stay.
You stood, albeit on shaking legs, and took the clothes he was offering you. Pulling them on under such a watchful gaze was almost embarrassing, even as he busied himself with stripping the sheets from his bed to avert his attention. He was still keeping note of your presence in his space.Â
"Iâum, bye, Spencer," you stammered, throat closing up with every passing minute.Â
He looked back at you. "I'll see you out."
"No," you were quick to deny him. "It's okay, I know where the door is. I'll see you around. Maybe. Probably not."Â Stop talking.
"Yeah. Maybe," he agreed with no real sincerity. "Goodbye."
"Bye," you said, again, hesitating to leave behind the remnants of an even more destroyed relationship.Â
Though, you had to.
And as you left, you discovered that yes. Everything between you two had changed.
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âčâ â âthat dick make my soul smile,â
TAGS â creampie, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk (LOTS), jkâs a sleazy mess at first, oc is done, mamas is stressed out, rough sex, jk rocks her shit đ, some praise here n there, jkâs affectionate tonight, sex tapes r mentioned again, shower sex(?) not rlly, possessive!jk, breeding kink, never ending saga of jk saying âmamaâ or âmaâ
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âTrash, trash, trash,â you mumble to yourself while you sort out the mail in your hands, âoh definitely trash.â You sigh and shake your head. Youâre knocked out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and pull you back, âWhat the hellââ You hiss in surprise.
âHey mama.â Jungkookâs stupid voice comes from behind, you already know heâs sporting a stupid grin on his fucking face. You shove his arms off and turn around to look at him with an annoyed glare, âOh câmon donât be like that, arenât you happy to see me? You werenât mad at me like this yesterday when you had my head between yourââ You quickly reach up to cover his mouth and look around the empty hall.
âAre you insane? Thereâs people around, Jesus, you donât have any shame do you?â You side eye him, âFirst off,â you shake your head, âwhat are you doing here? I didnât text you and Jiho didnât ask, so why are you here?â You give him a look, âAnd if youâre looking for Jiho youâd know heâs on a camping trip with his cousins.â
Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, âCanât a man come see his baby mama anymore? Shit you suck the fun out of trying to surprise you baby,â he shakes his head but you know, Jeon Jungkook isnât fooling anyone and certainly not you.
âYou forgot, didn't you.â You scoff, âOf course you did, what else did I expect? This camping trip is all Jiho talked about last week and yet you still manage to forget that because youâre thinking with your other head.â You roll your eyes and turn to unlock the front door, âSometimes I wonder what Jiho even fucking sees in you, youâre a deadbeat Jungkook, a deadbeat.â
Jungkook chuckles, âTo be fair my other head is the reason you get a good nightâs sleep.â He says with a smirk on his lips as he stands there admiring the way your ass looks in that tight pencil skirt youâre wearing. You turn around to shoot him a glare but say nothing else and simply step into your apartment. Jungkook leans against the doorframe with both arms raised, âSo, you gonna let me in sweetheart?â He licks his lips, poking his tongue out to push at his lip ring.
You look into his eyes and then down at his lips, âWell?â You shrug your coat and slip your heels off, âYou gonna stand there all night or what?â He chuckles quietly and slips into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.
âThis is new.â Jungkook comments, âDonât remember you ever smoking.â He inspects the ashtray with a noncommittal hum.
âItâs not just for me.â You say uncharacteristically calm, âI bought it for you, figured you needed one since you love leaving a mess on my patio.â You donât miss the way he smiles fondly at you, âDonât get too excited dipshit, I smoke too, don't forget that.â You scoff and disappear down the hall.
Jungkook whistles under his breath and follows after you, âI didnât say anything ma,â he kicks your bedroom door closed and settles himself over your bed, âwhatâs up with you? Youâre not being your usual angry self.â He watches you go around your room putting things away and picking out your clothes.
âIâm tired Jungkook, I had two meetings back to back and all I wanna do is come home to shower and sleep. Canât do that because you decided to come bother me at this fuckinâ hour.â You mumble and then throw a pair of panties at him full speed, âDonât think I didnât see the shit you posted either, youâre not funny.â
Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, âReally? Cause I thought it was hilarious, I think it perfectly describes us.â He cheekily grins at you with that dumb lovestruck look of his.
You stop to give him an exasperated look, âJungkook,â sigh, âtelling people youâre always fucking your baby mama regardless is not funny, neither is saying âI fuck her when she mad at me.â Youâre a child.â You shake your head. You throw more clothes onto the bed and grab your robe and towel, âDonât make a mess in my house Jungkook, Iâm not in the mood tonight.â
Jungkook watches you with a pleased smile, âI wonât.â He reaches for your tv remote, âIâll be rightttt here, sitting like a good boy for you ma.â He winks, âYou just go âhead and shower.â You eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds, he kept smiling goofily so you ended up walking away with no words.
You know he was up to something with the way he kept smiling so stupid. You grumble under your breath and hope he just doesnât cause you to have a fucking aneurysm or something. You swear this man was going to send you to an early grave at this point.
Everything sounded pretty quiet out there, you heard Jungkook get up at some point but you figured he was going to smoke or get something. He even left the TV on, which you were grateful for because you didnât do too well with silence. âWhat are you doing..â You mutter with closed eyes, just enjoying the hot water running down your exhausted body.
You were in the middle of reaching for your loofah when you heard the glass door open and Jungkook step in after you. âPass me that bottle over there.â You softly hum.
Jungkook whistles softly and tugs you back into him, âRelax baby, let me do all the work.â He says in your ear, âI got you..â He gently pries the loofah out of your hands, âWorked so hard this entire week, baby deserves to rest.â He squirts some of your body wash onto the loofah. You donât correct him because thatâs true, hell you deserved this princess treatment for putting up with his ass too.
He gently ran his hand over your body, lathering your body up in the soap suds leaving you smelling like strawberries. He doesnât try any funny business surprisingly, when he finishes he puts his hands on your shoulders and begins massaging gently. A quiet moan escapes your lips as relief rushes through you, âDamn youâre stiff as shit here.â Jungkook comments.
You lean your head back on his chest with a closed eye smile, âYouâre finally being useful for once.â You chuckle.
âWhat are you talking about? I fuck you plenty baby, far as I know this dick makes you fall asleep faster than the fucking melatonin you take.â He laughs, making you laugh a little too. Jungkook lets your shoulders go and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards so your back is to his front. âGot you something special.â He mumbles into your shoulder.
âDid you now?â you huff in amusement and gently stroke his arm, âWhat did you get hm?â
âNothing much, figured you needed a night in so I ordered some fried chicken and soju.â He lays gentle kisses over your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, âI set up a movie to watch too.â
You turn your head to face him, looking into his eyes before smiling softly and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, âThank you. Guess youâre not a dipshit afterall.â He laughs at your words and you ignore him, opting to press your lips against his once more. Jungkook welcomes you, his fingers dance across your tummy and inch downwards causing your breath to hitch in excitement.
Jungkookâs lips wetly smack against yours, muffled grunt leaving him as he holds you tighter against him. The kiss initially started off slow and more controlled, now itâs wet and messy with sloppy noises filling the space between you two. You pant into his mouth and your eyes flutter open to look at him pleadingly.
Jungkook grins softly as he pushes you towards the glass, âThere you go baby, let loose for me, Iâll make you feel so fucking good.â He has you pressed right up against the glass, tits smushed and hands on either side of you. You bite your lip and push your ass back against his thick cock, itâs hot and throbbing against your cheek making you all the more eager to get it inside of you.
âLook at you, pussyâs drooling all over my cock,â he bites his lip and swipes his cockhead through your dewy slick folds, âhear that? âs your pussy callinâ out to me baby.â He pushes in slightly, letting the tip pop in with a lewd squelch.
Your lips part in a breathy moan and you push back for more but he stops you with a gentle hand on your hip. âNot here baby, relax for me.â He says as he lets his cock slip out, âGonna fuck your pussy with my fingers first, get you nice and stretched out before I fuck you with my cock.â He cups your pussy in his hand and lets his fingers slip through the mess dripping from your folds.
Jungkook takes his time opening you up, slipping his middle and then his ring finger into you until theyâre knuckle deep. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, this is exactly what you needed after those long hours in the office this entire week. Jungkook does not disappoint when he begins pumping them in and out slowly, making sure he hits every nook and cranny inside of you.
âThere we go,â Jungkook whispers and begins kissing down your neck, âdoing so good for me mama,â he sucks a hickey into your skin, âlet go for me.â He nibbles on your earlobe and uses his other hand to wrap around your throat, not chokingâsimply holding it.
Your eyes flutter shut and you lean your head back on his shoulder, âOh fuck yes,â you sigh in bliss, âright there.â You circle your hips, gasping when his fingers brush against your g-spot.
Jungkook pulls you back in and kisses up your neck slowly, âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty baby, look at you, dripping all over my fingers like a little cock hungry slut. Bet you missed this dick baby, need me to come fuck it in your needy little pussy, have you all spread on the bed for me begging for more,â he whispers as he kisses the side of your face, âyou gonna be a good girl and take it?â He jabs his fingers into your g-spot causing a burst of pleasure to hit you.
âYeah,â you pant softly, âwant it deep inside,â you bite your lip and spread your thighs a bit wider, âneed it so bad.â You whimper quietly and push back on his fingers.
Jungkook chuckles breathily, âYeah..â He moves his fingers faster, jostling you as your back arches, âMake it messy for me sweetheart, go âhead and cum,â he has you locked in place, keeping you from moving anywhere. His fingers piston in and out of you rapidly, loud squelching noises resonating as bits of slick drip down your inner thighs.
âOh fuck..!â You gasp and clench down, âC-Coming..â You hump his fingers desperately, âK-Keep going, right there, right there,â you whimper out and feel your orgasm come crashing down on you, hitting harder as all the stress lifts itself from your body.
Jungkook slows down until youâre whining in overstimulation, âClean âem.â He slips his wet messy fingers into your mouth, âFuck.â He groans, âCâmere baby.â He turns you around and lifts you up in his arms, âNeed you on my cock.â
âWait, the water!â You reach behind blindly to turn the knob, groaning when he begins sucking on your soft tits.
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âFuck..!â You throw your head back on the pillow with gritted teeth. Heâs fucking you so fast and hard youâre honestly no sure what to focus on anymore..him? The skin slapping? The bed creaking? Heâs not making it so easy either with the way heâs groaning and panting right by your ear.
Jungkook has you folded under him, his hands grip the back of your thighs and hold them up while he plows your swollen dripping pussy with his fat cock. The room feels stuffy, sheets are strewn about messily and youâre both laid bare in the open without a single care. Jungkook isnât faring much better, his moans are choked up and every so often you feel him throb inside you.
âYou like that baby?â He pants breathlessly against your lips, âGot you clenching so tight around my cock, practically drooling all over me.â He rolls his hips against yours smoothly, pelvis pressing down and rubbing along your clit stimulating it. His balls press against your taint with soft palping noises every time he grinds into you.
You shakily claw at his shoulders and moan needily, the angle certainly has your legs feeling like jelly and your poor cunt throbbing from the pounding heâs giving you. âLove it,â you turn your face to slot your lips against his messily, âfills me up so good baby.â You cup his face in your hands and hold him in place while he works his cock in and out of you.
Jungkook lets out a muffled moan as he starts picking up the pace, hips smacking into yours over and over again with deafening slaps. He lets your thighs go in favor of planting them on either side of you on the bed, âHear that sloppy little pussy? Got it creaming all over my cock and makinâ a mess. Whoâs fuckinâ you baby? Câmon tell me.â
âYou are.â You whimper out, âShitâright there,â you mewl.
âThatâs right sweetheart, no one else can give it to you the way I can. You can fucking try but at the end of the day this pussy is mine to fuck,â slap, âmine to use,â slap, âmine to breed.â He growls in your ear lowly, âGonna ruin you for anyone else, so next the time you plan on letting someone else have it youâll be remembering the way I fucked you so good.â He hisses softly and sits up, landing a set of punishing thrusts on you, making your body bounce a bit off the mattress.
Your head rolls back and you let out a series of staccato moans, crying out for more and scrambling to grip the bed sheets, the pillows, the blanketsâanything. Heâs fucking you within an inch of your life and you feel like youâre about to pass out from the sweet pleasure mixed with a tiny hint of pain from the way his hips smack into your ass. âJungkook..!â You sob out.
Jungkook grits his teeth and reaches down to pinch your clit cruelly, relishing in the way your back arches off the bed. âGo on, cum for me little mama.â
With perfectly aimed thrusts and the combination of his fingers on your sensitive bud, you cum for a second time on his cock. He leaves you trembling on the bed, whimpering and whining. Jungkook follows up shortly with a low moan and your name escaping his lips, âFucking hell.â He whispers breathlessly.
You let your jelly-like legs fall on the bed, âIâm not getting up.â You mutter, âPut the chicken away, âm going to sleep..â You turn on your side and curl up, shivering when his cock slips out of your battered pussy.
Jungkook hums, âThe things I do for you baby,â he sighs softly as he strokes your thigh up and down, âlucky I love and appreciate you mama so much.â He rolls out of bed and slips his loose sweats on.
âYou love me.â You sleepily mumble, â ân you love my pussy.. I love your dick too.â You smile in your sleep, a bit delirious from the fucking and the strong orgasm he had given you.
Jungkook eyes you with a grin, âDamn right I do.â
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Ok this one of my ideas not sure if I have actually read it before or if it was a fever dream. Az has a girlfriend/ mate that the inner circle hasnât met before.she works with marja as a high and has maybe other powers I donât know. I have 2x options in which to take this idea. 1. Azzy gets very hurt on a mission and his brought to you to fix him. Very emotional IC and reader. They save him blah blah. 2. Some of the healers are working on so far out town. Az was cutie and like donât go. She was like boo you go all the time I going to help people. Love you be back soon. But while they are there they are kidnapped by someone ( you pick). Word gets back to Marja who tells Rhys and Az happens to be there. Az freaks out when he hears our name on the list of miss. Blah blah.
totally cool if you donât wanna use. It is just an idea.
azriel being worried about you going on a mission
azriel x reader
fulff
a/n: i ain't really not for angst these days, so i only took the beginning of your second idea, hope u dont mind :)
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
âYou will not go,â Azriel sates, and his voice is so commanding and serious you stop in your tracks.Â
âAzriel, weâve been through this. Iâm a healer. This is my job.â
âNo, your job is to heal people being safe,â he explains as if you were stupid. You know he means well, but you are growing more irritated by the moment. âYour job is not putting your life in danger.â
âWell, saving lives in the middle of a war comes obviously with my life being in danger.â
Giving him your back, you continue packing all you need for the journey. You hear his footsteps getting closer, then his hand is on your back, gently stroking. âY/N. Please,â and it sounds enough of a plea for you to turn and face him.Â
âAzriel, you constantly put yourself in danger. Almost everyday I have to see you leave to work, with no assurance you will come back.â
His eyes drop to his feet in defeat. âI know, and I know itâs not fair for me to ask you this. But - I simply donât care.â He watches you again, a spark of confidence and hope settles in his eyes. âI cannot risk loosing you, and the risk of loosing you is higher than yours is to lose me on a mission.â When he catches your frown, he adds, âYou must give me this; I know how to defend myself better than you in the battlefield.â
You let out a soft chuckle, the seriousness of before fading a bit as a timid smile blooms on his face.
But your mind is made up. âAzriel,â you sigh. âI must go still.â
His lips close to a thin line, worry back in his face. He takes your hands in his scarred ones. You are to hear his angry pleads again, but to your surprise, he simple answers, âAlright.â
You open your eyes wide in astonishment. âAlright?â
Your mate grins before adding, âAlright.â And that grin means two things. Trouble, or planed trouble.Â
âWhat is your mind up to, Az?â you ask accusingly, as if he was no more than a kid planing mischief.Â
His grin grows more teasing. âNothing, nothing,â he says as he turns to your travel trunk, putting things. His things. âItâs just that I'm going with you.â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â he says, totally unfazed by the situation. âYou need protection. I want to know you are safe. You are no good with a sword, yet excellent healing people. Iâm quite good with a sword. I think itâs a perfect plan.â
âYou miss that Rhys has assigned you a mission in the Spring Court. Tomorrow.â
He looks at you, looking at you as if what youâve said itâs dumb. âI donât remember that.â
âYes, you do.â
âLove,â he says, and his voice is serious again. âPlease. I beg you, donât make me suffer like this. Let me accompany you. I will talk to Rhys and he will understand. He knows how terrible it is to know your mate is in danger, no mater how strong or brave she is. And you are, but I am not strong enough to spend every second of the following days not knowing if you are safe.â
You sigh, now you are defeated. âAlright.â He smiles triumphantly, so you are quickly to add sternly, âBut no scaring anyone that comes near me, understood?â
âYes, maâam,â and he has that teasing smirk on his face again.Â
-Characters by Sarah J Maas
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Catch You
Note - Holiday Mase alert đš so glad I could get this posted before summer was over đ and thank you to @saltyheartnightmare for the concept that sparked this đ©· I hope you enjoy and please let me know your thoughts đ„°
Pairing - Mason Mount Ă Reader
Word count - 24k
Warnings - fluff and angst
It had been a long time since Mason had a photoshoot like this and to say he was feeling a little awkward about it would be an understatement.
Especially now you were watching.
You werenât meant to be there, in fact you were quite looking forward to an admin day in the office so you could get your life in order but today it just wasnât meant to be.
You got that being the newest recruit meant you would have to do certain jobs until youâd earned the right to do what youâd been hired for but it had been three months now and you still felt like the office newbie.
Studying fashion had been hard and the fact youâd even managed to bag yourself a job as a stylist was an achievement in itself but no matter how many shoots youâd been on since joining youâd never managed to actually style anyone. You made teaâs or unloaded the van and set up the racks. All you wanted was your foot in the door and to actually do what you loved but it was taking longer than youâd thought it would.
Youâd tried going it alone for a while after youâd graduated but you weren't getting anywhere so you signed up to an agency with the promise of collaborative working and shared ideas. It was turning out to be a lot easier than working by yourself as you were in an office most days working with loads of talented people but yet you still felt out of place a bit.
It was hard to book shoots or even work on other peoples when you werenât published anywhere and you were finding it hard to build traction. All you needed was one little break, some good luck and you knew things would take off for you but since you weren't associated with anything to do with fashion in everyone elseâs eyes, it was hard.
Your office bestie Freddie had tried, having already been signed up to the agency for a few years and having made the right connections meant right now he was on a shoot that had been set up for him by a friend from London. Apparently it was a big deal and heâd been working on it for months but you were glad not to see him today as all he did was distract you and today you needed calm and to get your head down.
It was difficult but youâd managed to get a fair bit done so when your phone buzzed at around 11am you chanced a look only to find your biggest distractions name pop up and from the look of the message you knew you had to reply.
Youâd seen the box on his desk, a big REMEMBER FOR WEDNESDAY sign stuck to the top and after a sneaky peak you saw the watch in question. Thankfully the shoot wasnât too far away and within half an hour you were walking into the shoot after stopping for a quick coffee as a treat for doing such a good deed.
It was unlike anything youâd ever seen before. Hordes of people running around as the loud bassy music filled the large open plan space. Lights flashing every few seconds as you caught sight of the photographer youâd seen on your previous shoot and you knew he meant business.
You managed to find Freddie fairly easily, right by the rails as he stood with his hands on his head and you knew he was losing his mind a bit until he saw you. A bright smile taking over his face as he grabbed yours and placed a big sloppy kiss on your forehead which made you giggle.
âDonât get too ahead of yourself, I might have brought the wrong oneâ you laughed, digging into your bag and passing him the box but you saw his shoulders relax as soon as he set his eyes on it.
âThank god, honestly the last thing I needed was a fuck up today so I owe you one, Kidâ he told you, and you fought back the roll of your eyes at his stupid nickname for you. Placing the box on the table so he could reassess what he had and you used that time to have another quick look around and see what was going on.
âHowâs it going?â You asked when you turned back but you could tell something wasn't right with him.
âAlright I guessâ he shrugged and you raised your eyebrows in hopes heâd elaborate a bit. Working on a shoot like this was the ultimate dream for you so the fact it was only alright to him seemed strange and you knew something was wrong. âI donât know, I feel like somethings missing and Iâm not sure what. Would you take a look at the shots for me?â
âMe?â
âYes you, you wombat. You might be able to see things I canâtâ he told you before nodding over to where the shoot was taking place and your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you saw the first picture.
How you hadnât seen this man as soon as you walked in youâd never know but now you had you couldnât stop looking. Your eyes flying from the screen to see him stood against the backdrop and his eyes met yours softly before he looked away with a timid smile.
He was a natural in front of the camera, doing everything they were telling him to effortlessly all while making everyone around him laugh but even though his personality was clearly shining through, he could have been as dull as a door knob and you still would have had the same reaction to seeing him.
He was beautiful.
Dark brown eyes that shone under the floodlights, a beautifully sculpted nose that you wanted to run your finger down and a smile that you knew would break a million hearts. He was pretty in a way most boys arenât and as he stood there in a full suit and just socks you felt your heart stumble and how cute he looked.
âWhoâs he?â You asked, trying to act as nonchalant as possible and not arouse suspicion that youâd just seen the most beautiful creature ever created but thankfully Freddie was so in his own head he didnât suspect a thing.
âWho Mason? Footballer, he plays for Unitedâ he told you and you just nodded and pretended like you knew what that meant. It shocked you that he wasnât an actual model as he definitely had the face for it but you could tell from his build he was sporty. His muscular arms almost straining against his selves and you had to tear your eyes away from him to look back at the screen. âYou remember Woody? Heâs his best friend and set this up for meâ
Youâd met Woody once at a work event and emailed him a few times since then. He worked for the same agency as you just down in London but you had no idea his best friend looked like a gift from god and you started the piece all the parts together as you watched Mason awkwardly stand there as his hair was being messed with for the next shots.
âWow it really is who you know huhâ you teased but you could see him rolling his eyes as you looked at a few more pictures before Freddie huffed in annoyance.
âDo you see what I mean? Something's offâ he told you and as you chewed on your lip you wondered if you should tell him the truth or play it safe with him however in the end you knew you had to tell him your thoughts honestly as this shoot clearly meant a lot to him.
âI think thereâs too much going on. Itâs supposed to be all about the watch right?â You asked and he nodded at you curiously. âOkay well the tie needs to go first if all and there too many rings on just the one will be fineâ
âReally?â
âYeah, keep the ring finger one on the opposite hand but the rest can go. Keep the top button done up as well and add a button clip. What else do you have?â
âThe other outfits are over by the rail with the model shots on. Let me sort him out but you go take a look Iâll be backâ he told you before scurrying off to adjust Mason so you could take a look at what was left to come. You knew what he meant and even though you liked every style heâd picked there were changes you would have made and thankfully enough the pair of you were comfortable enough around each other to say it like it is. âWhat do you think then, kid?â You suddenly heard, looking up to see Freddie looking at you expectantly so you quickly got out a pen to make notes on his sheet.
âI donât like that shirt open, button it up apart from the top few and tuck it in. And go with the vans over the Nikesâ
âYou think?â He questioned but you could tell from his voice he wasnât questioning you and was actually taking on board what you had to say.
âDefinitely. And this one, try him without that jacket too like just with the vestâ you shrugged before looking up at his quizzical face. âJust try it, if Iâm wrong Iâm wrongâ you told him but it wasn't long before Freddie was being called over to the screen and you knew he liked what he was seeing now. Calling you over to have a look for yourself before you were grinning at each other.
âCan you go pick me a belt out for him to go with the tucked in shirt? I think we might need a chunkier oneâ he told you as you walked back over to the racks and you scanned over the accessories as Freddie started typing on his phone before he nudged you shoulder. âYou want a coffee?â
âOh sure, do you want me to get everyoneâs order?â You asked. Slipping back into your assistant persona quickly but he was quick to shake his head at you.
âNah, Iâll get one of the interns to go. Just tell me what you wantâ he told you and you had to stop yourself from smiling. This was the first time someone had ever taken your order on a shoot and it felt like a big moment for you.
âOh um, a latte pleaseâ you nodded, turning away to hide your smile and you could see him writing it down before he was looking back up with a smile.
âNo worriesâ he chuckled, looking around until his eyes fell on Mason and you made yourself look busy by picking out a belt like Freddie had told you too. âMase! You want a coffee?â
âLatte pleaseâ he called back, his voice getting closer as he made his way over and the sound of it made you smile. He sounded friendly but sexy at the same time and you found yourself biting your lip to try and hide how giddy you were feeling at the prospect of maybe getting to talk to him.
âMase come here, I want you to meet y/nâ Freddie called, pulling on your arm to get you to turn around and once you had he was a lot closer than you first realised.
âNice to meet youâ you smiled, holding your hand out for Mason to shake but when he flashed you his pearly whites you suddenly didnât feel as confident as you did a few seconds ago. You felt shy and intimidated by his looks which never usually happened but you could also see he was just a normal nice guy underneath all that and it settled you a little and his hand felt warm in yours as he shook it.
âYou tooâ he replied quietly, his cheeks a healthy shade of pink now and you figured he was just a little shy when he couldn't keep up eye contact with you for very long before he was looking to Freddie for help.
âSheâs actually made a few last minute changes to what youâre wearing but I just need you to go with itâ Freddie explained, but Mason just nodded along like it was nothing. Clearly he was used to lots of last minute changes in these conditions.
âYou know me mate, I just do what Iâm toldâ Mason laughed but before anyone could say anything else he was whisked off with a new outfit in hand to get changed into. His silly comment making your cheeks burn for a reason you didnât want to elaborate on but thankfully Freddie was too in the zone to quiz you about anything.
You stayed for the rest of the shoot. Getting things ready for Mason to change into and Freddie even let you have the final say before Mason went back in front of the camera. You and Mason catching eyes every now and then and everytime he smiled because of you the photographer would tell him to keep going and smile more.
The plan wasnât to spend the whole day at the shoot by soon enough it was 4:30 and you wondered where the day had gone. Youâd had the best time though and the day had only cemented in your brain that this was exactly where you should be. Hopefully soon youâd be the one calling all the shots though.
âWere going for dinner soon, you coming?â Freddie asked as he brushed up beside you whilst you packed some things away but you just shrugged, not sure if he wanted you to say yes or no.
âOh um, I donât want to intrudeâ you started but Freddie just shook his head with a smile.
âYou wouldnât be, Mase actually asked if you were coming so consider yourself officially invitedâ
âI need to tidy some bits away at the office and send some emailsâ you mused, knowing if you stayed and went for dinner youâd have extra work to make up tomorrow but the thought of getting to eye up Mason a bit more was swaying you.
âWell head off now and you can meet us there okay?â Freddie insisted and that was all it took to convince you. Packing your bag away and with a few quick goodbyes you rushed back to the office with a spring in your step.
You were in a pretty good mood and managed to get all your tasks done easily. Freddie texting you around 15 minutes before you were due to leave and thankfully the restaurant wasnât too far from the office. You spotted Freddie straight away, tapping the seat that was next to him for you to sit down in but the fact Mason was on the other side made you excited and nervous. Wondering if youâd be able to talk to him a little more after today's events and thankfully enough you saw the way his face lit up as you approached.
âYou donât mind me sitting here do you?â You asked as you slid into the seat but he just shook his head as he subtly chewed on his bottom lip.
âOf course not. I saved that one especially for you so I can pick your brains a bitâ he winked. Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of him wanting to sit with you and it was almost as if you couldn't contain your surprise.
âMe?â
âYeah, of course. You really made the difference today so Iâve got some questions for you⊠if thatâs alright like you can tell me to shut upâ
âNo no, Iâd love that. Hit me with itâ
You barely said three words to Freddie all night. Mason was taking up all of your attention as you spoke about the day and all it entailed until you branched off into other things. The conversation flowing easily between the two of you and you could feel your cheeks hurting from smiling so much as he came out of his shell throughout the evening. Eventually showing you some pictures of his all time fashion fails so you could laugh at them together.
Freddie took you home when it was time to leave and after a big hug goodbye from Mason, Freddie was giving you a look as he walked you to the tube.
âWhatâs that look for?â
âNo reason? You have a good night?â
âThe best. Thank you so much for letting me stay like the whole days been amazingâ
âWell it should be me thatâs thanking you, you really saved me todayâ he told you, flinging his arm around your shoulder but he really didnât need to thank you at all.
âIâve always got your back bestieâ
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Considering the shoot day was the first time youâd met Mason, ever since that day heâd become somewhat of a repeat cast member to the insane reality show that was becoming your life.
Freddie had a fair few jobs lined up with him as Mason had some events coming up that he needed to be dressed for so youâd seen him a few times in the office for fittings. Unfortunately it was only in passing and you hadnât managed to have a proper chat with him like that first day at dinner but he was always quick to greet you with a warm smile and a quick hug and you knew the silly little crush on him youâd developed on the first day of meeting him was going nowhere.
It was hard not to like him, he was gorgeous and funny and his smile made your heart race but the fact he was just a normal guy made you warm to him immediately and everytime he was around your eyes would constantly find his until you were both laughing every time it happened. The both of you never really knowing what you were laughing at and therefore unable to explain it to anyone else but just one look into his triple chocolate fudge brownie eyes made you giddy.
Even when you got home you didnât stop thinking about him. Spending your nights watching countless tiktoks of him goofing around or searching him up on YouTube to watch his game highlights. Youâd never been into football before and had no idea what was going on but watching him run around with a big smile on his face made your heart happy and you couldnât believe your new friend was so talented. Feeling an immense sense of pride as you looked over all of his accomplishments so far.
It was a few weeks later when you got to talk to him properly again. Walking into the office to see him sat in your seat next to Freddieâs desk and you felt happier immediately knowing youâd get to see him today. Wondering if you might get a bit longer to talk to him and from the cheeky smile he sent you, you figured he might be just as happy to see you.
âYouâre in my seat, Mountâ you told him playfully, watching him look up at you in shock before the brightest smile youâd ever seen flashed across his face.
âIâm just keeping it warm for youâ he winked, getting up as you approached but before you couldnât do much else as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug causing you to laugh into his chest.
âOh get a room you twoâ you suddenly heard Freddie moan. Lifting your head up to see him smiling at you as he walked over but you just rolled your eyes. Feeling Mason's chest rumble as he chuckled at his stupid comment but the pair of you pulled away from each other slowly so as not to cause anymore comments to be made. âYou ready Mase?â
âWhatâs happening?â You questioned as Freddie dropped a box on his desk that he began to open and you couldn't make out what was going on even though they seemed excited by it.
ââIâve got the first copy of his editionâ Freddie smiled, pulling the box apart to retrieve a few copies and it was like the excitement had slapped you across the face.
âOoo I wanna seeâ you replied, your voice excited as you clapped yours hands together and fought to make you way next to Freddie who was flapping it open and pulling one out.
âI thought you might, thatâs why we waited for you. Thanks for being late today, kidâ he teased but you just rolled your eyes.
âOh be quiteâ you huffed. Taking the copy he handed you and when Mason placed his hands on your shoulders from behind, you smiled up at him. The pair of you excited to see how it had all turned out and as soon as your eyes landed on the front cover they began to well up.
You remember that picture being taken. It was just after youâd met Mason and once heâd gone back to take a few more shots you remembered him looking over to you as you and Freddie bickered like siblings over what belt to go with the next outfit.
âWhat do you think?â Freddie asked quietly, nudging your shoulder as he passed Mason his own copy but you were eager to see more of what was inside.
âIt looks amazingâ
âYeah Iâm not bad am Iâ you heard Mason murmur next to you causing you to giggle but you couldnât disagree with him. He looked gorgeous.
Every picture looked better than the last and even though it was a struggle, you were trying not to look at his face. Wanting to look at what he was wearing and all the changes youâd made but as you flicked through to the last page you felt your heart stutter.
âWait whatâs that?â You mumbled. Your voice slightly shaken as you read over what you thought youâd seen and no matter how much you blinked it didnât go away.
âWhatâs what?â Freddie asked and when you looked up to him he was looking back with a knowing smile.
âIs that my name?â You whispered, pointing down to where it was written in black and white and it was almost like you were in a dream.
âOf course it isâ Freddie smiled, shrugging his shoulder like it was nothing but to you it meant everything.
âBut Freddie I didnât-â
âYou saved my bacon, itâs the least I could doâ he told you sincerely and before you knew it youâd launched yourself at him. Hugging him tightly and he held you back knowing how big this was for the both of you. âNow youâre published, you can help me on my next shoot, right?â He laughed, pulling away and ruffling your hair a bit but you didnât even mind. You were too over the moon with everything to care.
âReally?â
âIâll set us up a meeting, yeah? I wanna get your input. I think you and me are gonna make a pretty good teamâ
âOh Freddie, this changes everything for me, you know that right?â You told him. Your bottom lip wobbling as you were so overcome with emotion but you held it in as best as you could.
âI know kidâ he told you sincerely as you felt your eyes well with tears. You didnât want him to see you this emotional though so you flung your arms around his shoulders so you could hide away but you felt his chuckle as he pulled you in and swayed you from side to side a bit. âCome on, donât get upset. You donât wanna be known as the office cryerâ he joked. Pulling away from you so you could wipe your eyes but you werenât alone for too long. Mason wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind and settling his cheek on top of your head as you melted into him.
âWe should celebrateâ Mason smiled and you nodded enthusiastically before his eyes fell to Freddie but from the sour look he was giving you you knew he wouldnât be able to make it.
âI canât mate, Iâve got a date with the old ball and chain tonightâ Freddie winked but you just rolled your eyes. You hadnât met his girlfriend Lex yet but Freddie always spoke about her like the sun shone out of her arse so you knew he was just playing.
âJust you and me then?â He questioned. Looking down at you before moving you to the side and even though you wanted to shout yes you also didnât want to come across as too eager. âCome on, let me buy you dinner for making me look so goodâ he asked and you couldnât help but giggle.
âOkayâ you smiled, watching his face light up as you nodded and suddenly you were filled with nerves.
âPerfect. Iâll pick you up after work yeah? When you you finish?â
âI can be out of here by fiveâ
âOkay Iâll meet you out the frontâ he smiled warmly and even if you wanted to reply you could. Freddie announcing he needed Mason in one of the dressing rooms to try some things on and you knew you needed to get on with your emails so you let him go.
It was at times like this you were grateful you kept a little makeup bag at work. Slipping off to the toilets so you could spruce yourself up a bit before Mason came to get you and thankfully he came right back into your office to escort you back down to his car. Freddie waving you off like a proud parent but you just rolled your eyes at him.
The place Mason had picked wasnât so fancy that you felt out of place but it was definitely one of the nicer places youâd ever been to. The pair of you next to each other in a round booth so you could hear the other and even though you could tell he was a little bit shy, he still gave you good eye contact which in turn was making you feel shyer than you had in a long time.
âSo you know Woody, right?â He asked as the waiter left with your orders. âI spoke to him the other day and he mentioned he speaks to you sometimesâ
âYeah Iâve met him once and weâve emailed a bit, heâs a cute kidâ you smiled but the look on his face made you realise what youâd said.
âDonât let him hear you say thatâ he laughed, your face burning instantly that youâd called him that in front of his best friend but from the way Mason was laughing you knew it would be fine.
âSorry, Freddie keeps calling me kid and itâs stuck but I know the feeling it makes me furious. Please donât tell him I said thatâ
âSecrets safe with meâ he winked and you felt your face warm.
The conversation flowed easily and he grew with confidence as the time passed. Making silly jokes that had you laughing more than you had in a while and it was so nice to see him come out of his shell a little bit and be the cheeky boy youâd come to know from videos online.
âAny exciting plans coming up that I can crash?â He asked, sending you a wink and your heart fluttered at his cute little face.
âNot really, Iâm trying to book myself onto some jobs and make some connections so Iâm hoping that will be a little easier nowâ you told him, watching him nod understandingly as you wracked your brain to think of something else that didnât make you sound so boring. âOh Iâve got a work trip coming up with some of the guys too in a couple of months but I think itâs just an excuse for a holiday in all honestyâ
âMalta right?â
âHow did you know?â You smiled, watching his cheeks and nose flush as he smiled sweetly.
âWoodys going, he extended the invite actually since I know most of you lot going but I wasnât sure since heâs taking his girlfriendâ he huffed, rolling his eyes like he was annoyed his best friend had been stolen from him. âI didnât wanna be the third wheel but now I know youâll be there I may reconsiderâ he winked âUnless youâve got a boyfriend youâre taking⊠or girlfriend you know, whatever floats your boatâ
âNo I don't have a boyfriend to take⊠or a girlfriendâ you laughed. âIâm not even sure I want to go, the other two girls are like thing one and two so I know Iâll be on my own and Freddieâs taking his girlfriend so heâs not gonna be around much on the off daysâ
âAll the more reasons for me to come thenâ he winked and you couldnât deny the idea excited you.
âMason youâve known me three weeksâ
âExactly so Iâve still got so much to learn and what an amazing time to do itâ he laughed, but you noticed after his face fell a little bit. âIf you donât want me to I won't comeâ
âDonât pull out on my accountâ you laughed, feeling slightly bad for making him feel not welcome. âWhat will you do while weâre at the event though?â
âThereâs a training camp not too far, itâs a good excuse for some warm weather trainingâ he shrugged and you could tell he was a little disappointed by your reaction.
âI suppose itâll be nice to have someone to sit with at dinnerâ you mused, watching his face light up knowing you wanted him there and wouldnât turn him away.
âSo youâll let me come?â He asked quietly.
âItâs not my decisionâ you laughed âBut if it was then yes Iâd let youâ
âConsider me there thenâ he laughed before changing the subject. Gushing about how well youâd done at the shoot and how he loved all the changes youâd made. Asking if maybe the pair of you could work on some things together that Freddie couldnât fit in and the thought of getting to dress Mason excited you more than you thought it should.
Mason dropped you home at the end of the night, refusing to let you walk up to your flat alone and just as he was saying goodby you lent up to kiss his cheek to say thank you. Clearly he wasnât expecting it and you watched as his face softened when you pulled away and you could have sworn he was blushing a little bit. Bidding you a quick goodbye like he was nervous and once youâd shut your door you couldnât help but smile at how adorable he was.
A knock on your door a few moments after made you laugh as you knew it could only be him and when you opened the door back up to Mason standing there awkwardly as you sent him a bright smile.
âYou forget something?â
âCould I um⊠could I maybe get your number?â He gulped âI was gonna ask Freddie for it but that felt a bit lame and intrusiveâ
Considering Mason was a footballer you couldnât get over how nervous and shy he was around you. This wasnât the same boy youâd met a few weeks ago posing for the camera but you loved that he had a soft side like this that he was willing to show you so you quickly nodded and held your hand out for his phone which he unlocked for you.
Once he was ready to go again It was his turn to kiss your cheek this time and you knew he was terrified. Bolting away as soon as his lips touched your skin and you stood there giggling as he practically ran away from you.
You kept in touch over text, Freddie and Mason working on a few more things together as he had some events to go to and thus sometimes youâd see him in the office. He would always stop by for a quick hug and a chat though and each time you saw him your cheeks would ache more and more.
Having a crush on a footballer wasnât something that was on your bingo card for this year but it seemed to have hit you like a truck. Every time his name popped up on your phone your chest felt warm and he made you laugh like no one else. Every picture that he sent you made your tummy flutter and you were certain youâd never seen a man as pretty as him before.
You knew how you felt about Mason, and you were pretty sure he felt the same. Always seeking you out when he could and it didnât help with comments from Freddie all the time. Telling you both to get a room or just kiss already and the fact Mason would wink at you everytime let you know it was something he maybe actually wanted.
Youâd managed to hang out with him for longer too. Freddie inviting you along for dinner with Mason to talk about another shoot that was coming up but when Freddieâs girlfriend showed up too, you felt like you were on a double date. Her giving you the eyes like she knew something was going on but in reality nothing was. The fact this was the first time youâd met her and she was already picking up on the vibe satisfied you though as clearly others could see what you already knew.
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You were typing away at your desk the next morning when your phone buzzed. Masons face popping up on your screen with a picture youâd taken of him at drinks the week prior and his silly smile still made your heart flutter like the first time youâd seen it.
You knew Freddie was on his way over so you quickly locked your phone but because Mason never wanted to be the last one to send a text, his name was flashing up soon after heâd joined you and you knew his eyes had caught his name immediately. Raising his brows at you accusingly but you just looked away and pretended to get on with some work.
âSo you and Mason, huh?â Freddie started, clearly not wanting to let you drop the subject but you kept your eyes fixated on your screen as you typed up some notes for an upcoming shoot.
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
âYes you doâ he laughed, your face warming instantly. âYou know as much as I invited you out for dinner with me and Lex so we could discuss ideas I also did it because I know you both need a kick the bumâ
âSince when when do you meddle in my love lifeâ
âSince I can see two people who are clearly crazy about each other. Why donât you take the plunge and tell him, Iâve never known you to not speak your mindâ he told you and his words hit home. Why hadnât you said anything to him?
âFreddie I canâtâ you huffed. Knowing he was right and you were never one to shy away from telling someone how you felt but this was different. This was Mason.
âLook if you don't want to then I wonât push you but he fancies the pants off youâ he shrugged, looking at whatever was in his hands so you couldnât tell if he was joking or not but when he eventually looked over at your confused face he gave you a reassuring smile. âIts true, told me himself that first day you met when you went back to the office before dinner. Why do you think I saved you that seat?â
âYouâre lyingâ
âI would never lie to you. Heâs just a bit shy around you, that's all yeah? I bet if you were to talk to him about it heâd tell youâ he said nonchalantly like the thought of opening yourself up like that to someone wasn't terrifying.
âI donât want things to be weirdâ
âThey wonât be. Iâm not saying youâve got to marry him but just go on a few dates or something. Get to know him properly. Heâs a good guy y/n, and youâd be good for himâ he smiled.
Mason wouldnât tell you where you were going but told you to dress as nice as you usually do which made you giggle like a schoolgirl. He was unbelievably charming without even really trying and the more you thought about what Freddie had said to you the week prior the more you knew he was right. You were both dancing around the subject and if all Mason needed was a little push then you'd be more than happy to point him in the right direction.
When the night eventually arrived you tried to act as normal as you could with him, but Freddieâs words were replaying in your head. Did he really like you or was he just saying that in hopes youâd both figure it out along the way? Wanting the pair of you to be happy so he was trying to play Cupid but soon after you had sat down those thoughts vanished. Mason being his cheeky but charming self and you caught each other up on the last few weeks.
You never managed to pluck up the courage to speak to him about his feelings at dinner but now you were aware of what he might feel for you, you picked up on the subtle signs that made you think he was into you.
The way he would touch your back and lean into you as you made your way into the restaurant. Pulling your chair out for you as you took a seat before squeezing your shoulders gently. The way his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips as you spoke, hanging off every word you told him and you knew he was listening intently.
When it was time to leave he offered to drop you home just like usual and the urge to grab his hand and hold it on the way back to the car was overwhelming. You settled for him placing his arm around your shoulder though and when you wrapped yours around his waist he held you tighter.
âWould you like to come in?â You asked him as he parked up in his usual spot. Your voice full of nerves as you were unsure but he just nodded and smiled before unclipping his seat belt and the nerves hit you in full force as you walked him into your building and up to your flat. âSorry itâs tiny hereâ you laughed. Suddenly embarrassed by having him in your space knowing what he probably at home but he just smiled and pulled you into his arms.
âHey come here, what up?â He asked, giving you a quick squeeze before he looked at you again but all you could do was shrug your shoulders.
âI donât knowâ
âYou seem nervousâ he teased and as hard as you tried to stop it you knew your cheeks were on fire.
âSorry, just not used to having boys hereâ
âItâs only meâ he smiled sweetly, but he didnât realise that that was the problem.
âYeah I knowâ you laughed, rolling your eyes before pushing him in the direction on your sofa. âMake yourself comfy, can I get you a drink or anything?â
âWaters fineâ he nodded but once youâd returned to him and sat down he was still looking at you with a cheeky smile. âWhat are you doing all the way over there? Youâre too far awayâ he laughed, holding his hand out for you so you could sit next to him and you let him drag you along the sofa until you were giggling like school kids.
It was only when you both stopped laughing did you realise you needed to say something before you burst. Tucking your legs under your body as you looked at him and it must have been a strange look as you watched him look at you with terror written all over his face.
âMason? What would you do if I told you I liked you. Like like liked youâ you asked him, your voice steady as you looked right at him but as soon as the words left your lips he was looking in his lap with a smile and bright red cheeks
âIâd tell you I like liked you tooâ he replied quietly. A sense of relief washing over you and it was also as if you couldn't believe it.
âYeah?â
âOf courseâ he giggled. Finding the courage to look back at you again and it was like the pair of you were overflowing with joy. Reaching for the others hands as you lent into each other
âMason, I do really like you-â
âOh here it comesâ he laughed, squeezing your hand gently and even though he sounded a little annoyed you could tell he was just playing. âHere comes the butâ
âWhat?â You giggled, unsure as to what he was getting at but his smile was infectious and you couldn't help but laugh along.
âI can tell itâs coming from the tone of your voice. âI really like you but, youâre a great person butâ. Come on then, whatâs the but? Break my heart, letâs get it over withâ
âI like you, but I have rulesâ you confirmed and you watched his face change immediately.
âRules?â He questioned, clearly not expecting that to come from your lips and you thought how his confused face was adorable.
âYes, rules. Iâm not the sort of girl to jump right into things okay? I like to take my time and make sure itâs right and that weâre both on the same page. Like what are you looking for exactly?â
âWith you?â He asked. His eyebrows shooting up at the prospect of having to tell you how he felt but you needed to hear it from him so you both could start at the same place.
âYeah. Like what do you see me as? Cause if itâs just sex or something casual thatâs not me. I know myself and Iâll just get swept up and hurt so we might as well be honest from the startâ
âWell thatâs definitely not what I see you asâ he told you quietly, his face as red as a tomato at the mention of sex and you found his slightly awkward demeanour endearing. âI like hanging out with you, and I want to see where things take usâ he told you, but you could tell he was finding it hard to admit his feelings. Thinking maybe it was best you took the lead and laid your cards out on the table for him to follow.
âI like hanging out with you tooâ you smiled watching his shoulders relax as he sent you a shy smile. âI think we should hang out some more, like maybe go on an actual date and see what happensâ
âOkayâ he nodded âyeah letâs do itâ
âPerfect. Okay rule number two: I also like to keep my business private, you know? That doesn't mean we need to be secretive about whatever might be happening but I just want it kept between us. If Iâm in a relationship with someone I want it to be with them and keep it for us rather than share it with everyone. Does that sound okay?â
âSounds like music to my earsâ he laughed before taking your hand and pulling you in further to his side. âLook I like you okay? I really like you and Iâm happy to go with the flow and see where things take us. Iâm good at going at whatever pace you want. No pressure or anything, okay?â
âOkayâ you nodded, thankful he was starting to be able to talk about this a bit more freely. âSo what do you want?â
âI want to take you on a date. Many dates in factâ he laughed and you fell forward into his chest as you tried to hide your giggles in his neck. âI want to get to know you better, but from what I know so far Iâd say youâre pretty perfect for meâ he divulged and the thought of him thinking that about you already made your heart thump. Wanting to change the subject quickly before you got carried away and declared your undying love for him.
âAre you⊠taking other girls on dates? Cause I donât play those sorts of gamesâ
âI feel like Iâm in a job interviewâ he laughed, tickling your side as you squirmed further into his body and you couldnât get over the feel of it under your fingers. This was the closest the pair of you had been for a long period of time and all you could think about was getting to wrap yourself around him more often âBut no, Iâm not taking other girls on dates. Havenât been involved with anyone in months actually, I'm a free man. What about you anyway?
âToo busy with work for datesâ you shrugged. Sitting up to look at him as you were now practically in his lap and all you wanted was to look at his pretty eyes up close.
âBut not too busy for me?â
âOf course notâ you whispered. âLook Iâm sorry for all the questions I just like to know where I standâ
âItâs okay, I like it. It makes it easier knowing what we both wantâ
âWell Iâm big on communicationâ you winked as you grabbed the zip of his jacket to play with and the smile he sent you made your tummy flutter.
âI can see that. Look, Iâm not here to mess you about okay? I like spending time with you and I want to get to know you more. As for all the other stuff Iâll leave that up to youâ he winked. âLike when youâre ready and you think the time is right to move onto the next step Iâll be ready to goâ
âYeah?â
âOf course. You know I think youâre gorgeous, but donât tell anyoneâ he whispered playfully, tickling your side lightly to tease you but the fact heâd admitted to finding you attractive made you flush.
âMasonnnnâ you groaned. Trying to hide again as he laughed but he finally wrapped his arms around you fully and you felt yourself relax into his chest.
âItâs true. Thought it as soon as I saw you. You never saw them but thereâs a few shots of me I made then delete from when you first walked in and I was stiff as fuckâ he laughed and even though you knew he didnât mean it in that way you still looked up at him with a brow raised in disgust.
âNot like that,â he laughed. His face going a bright red as he hid his face in your hair and it wasnât long before you were both giggling again. You tried to move to get him to look at you but he wouldnât budge.
âMason look at meâ
âNo Iâm embarrassedâ he laughed. âI meant like, nervous stiff. They had to tell me to relax my shoulders cause Iâd clammed upâ
âSureâ you winked, watching him roll his eyes as he knew that was something for you to tease him about now. âOkay so letâs go on a dateâ
âOkayâ he smiled. âIâll think of something good I promise. I have one condition about this whole thing thoughâ
âWhatâs that?â
âWhen the time is right and you wanna make things official, like if we get there, please can you let me ask you? Like just give me a sign and Iâll make it special for usâ
âWhat sort of sign?â you giggled, your cheeks turning red at the thought of him wanting to be official with you at some point but he just shrugged his shoulders.
âI donât know, poke me in the ribs or something?â
âYouâre insaneâ you laughed, tucking your head into his neck so you could hide but when you wrapped each other up into your arms you felt a sense of peace that you hadnât felt in a long time wash over you.
Mason couldnât stay too much longer, having an early morning training session he had to get ready for so you walked him to the door with a pout.
âSo Iâll text you, yeah?â He asked as you got the door and you sent him a wide grin.
âYou betterâ you winked. Watching the corners of his mouth lift into a warm smile before he was leaning down to kiss your cheek just like usual.
There was something different about it this time though, his lips lingering in your skin just that bit longer which gave you the opportunity to raise your hand. Cupping the back of his head so that when he did try to pull away he couldnât get too far and soon enough his lips were mere centimetres from your own.
You directed his movements and brought him down for your first kiss. Lips, soft and warm, slotting against each others like youâd kissed a million times before as you pressed your body against his even more. Mason's heart thrumming against your hand that was positioned on his chest and it almost matched your own heartbeat that was pounding in your ears.
You never wanted to stop kissing him. Slowly testing the waters as you inched your tongue past his lips but he was more than happy to reciprocate. A content hum falling from his as you played with each other slowly but when he playfully nibbled on your bottom lip you felt your knees go weak. Thankfully he was holding onto you tightly and when you reluctantly pulled away he was looking at you in awe. Lips plump and pink and you couldnât resist going back in for seconds.
Mason wasnât in the mood to keep it soft this time. Backing you up against the door as you gripped his shoulders and the vice-like grip on your waist excited you. Kissing you with as much passion as he could muster until you were both moaning into each other's mouths deliciously .
It was Mason that broke the kiss suddenly. Both of your breathing was laboured as he kissed your forehead gently and when you looked back to his face you were both blushing furiously.
âSorryâ he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly. âI should get goingâ
âOkayâ you pouted. Knowing it was right for him to go but now youâd finally kissed him all you could think about was kissing him again. âText me when youâre home pleaseâ
âOf courseâ he smiled and with one final peck to his pouty lips you let him go.
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You let Mason organise your first date, him not really giving you any clues as he wanted it to be a surprise but he promised it wouldnât be just dinner as you guys had done that a few times before. He told you to dress fairly casually, which you did, and when he picked you up in a grey hoodie and a pair of green cargos you were reminded of how much you loved what he wore every time youâd seen him and the way he managed to make everyday outfits look just that little bit better.
You ended up at treetop mini golf. A place youâd been eying up to go to for ages and you wondered how he knew but in the end you realise it was just a coincidence. You were more than excited though and clearly he was using all his training from actual golf to help as he was winning by a mile.
âMase?â You pouted after his third hole in one. âDo you think you could help me?â
âOf course I canâ he smiled charmingly. âWhat would you like help with?
âCan you show me how you do it?â You asked, biting your lip as you reached out a hand for him and once heâd taken it you pulled him over to stand behind you as you wrapped his arms around you. âShow me how to swingâ
You could tell he was nervous, the warmth of his chest pressed up against your back and it was like you could feel his heart hammering against you before he began to whisper in your ear.
âBend your knees a little bit, and arch your back slightly-â
âMason please, were in publicâ you teased, and you knew he was embarrassed. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his head in your neck to stop the laughs but the pair of you were giggling like school children.
âYouâre killing meâ
âAhh, my plan is workingâ you teased. Spinning in his arms so you could face him and you couldnât stop yourself from giving him a quick kiss. The first one of the night and you could tell heâd been waiting a while for it as he kissed you with a smile and sighed into your mouth.
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It was your 5th date that fell a week before your trip. Mason had treated you to all sorts of adventures from axe throwing to a drive-in movie but today's outing was a little bit more laid back. Mason currently having Ace for a few days and you knew he needed lots of walks so you met him at the local park to grab a coffee and let Ace have a run around.
It was you that took his hand in yours but him who laced your fingers together and squeezed them gently. Letting you know he was more than happy to hold your hand just like usual he just needed you to make that first move sometimes and when he sent you a toothy lopsided grin you felt your heart stutter.
âListen I wanted to talk to you about somethingâ you told him, watching him raise his brow at you over his cup as he took a sip and you werenât quite sure how he was going to take what you were about to say. âIt's about the trip next weekâ
âYouâre still alright with me going, yeah? Cause you can tell me if youâre not i donât mind-â
âNo I want you there I promiseâ you laughed, cutting him off as you could see he was about to spiral. âI was just wondering if we could maybe keep things on the down low a little while weâre there?â You asked and you didnât wait for a reaction before you began explaining yourself. âIf it was a friends holiday then it would be different itâs just cause Iâll be there with people I work with and that doesnât mean I want you to keep away from me, like we can still hang out just the two of us-
âHey itâs okayâ he laughed. Reaching down to pop a quick kiss on your forehead. âI get it, donât worry
âAre you sure, I donât want you to think I donât want to be seen with youâ
âI donât think that, gorgeousâ he smiled. âIt makes perfect sense to me, okay? You don't need to worryâ he confirmed. Squeezing your hand once more to make you believe him and after you sent him a gentle nod he pulled you into his side even further to give you a cuddle. âAre you busy for the rest of today?â
âNever too busy for you, Masonâ
âCome back to mine after? Just for a little bitâ he asked and the idea of being alone with him in his house excited you. Since you were taking things slowly youâd never been to his house but now seemed like a good time and you thought it was cute how he didnât want to part from you.
âOkayâ you whispered. Nerves taking over you slightly but when you pulled up to his house, it was even more than you could have imagined. It was humongous, each room decorated perfectly and itâs like he had everything you could ever want and more so after making a pit stop in the kitchen for drinks and snacks, he led you to his huge sofa so you could pick out a movie and relax a bit.
You sat cuddled up in the corner of the sofa as you spoke about next week with the movie as just background noise now. Mason insisting that heâd pick you up in the morning to take you to the airport and you didnât have the energy to argue with him. It had been a long afternoon and Ace had knackered you out so when Mason shuffled the pair of you down and brought you into his arms you let yourself cuddle into him even more.
âIf youâre not careful, I might just fall for you, Mountâ you told him quietly. Feeling more comfortable and content than you had in the longest time and the quiet rumble of his chest under your ear made you smile.
âWell if youâre not careful, I might catch youâ he whispered softly against your forehead. Placing a gentle kiss there as you nestled your nose into the soft skin of his neck and you felt the butterflies swarm. Truth was you knew you were already falling for him and had been for a while, you just needed to grow a pair and give him the sign that you were ready to take things further.
That could wait for new though. Right now you felt safe and warm in his arms as he lightly trailed his fingers over your waist and as much as you wanted to kiss him, you also felt like you might not be able to stop yourself from taking things further this time.
âI could get used to this, youâre comfyâ you told him quietly and you knew heâd heard you but he was too shy to reply. Holding you tighter as you felt your body go heavy and let the sleep finally take you.
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A week later, Mason picked you up along the way in the morning to take you to the airport. Helping you get your bags in the Uber before you popped a quick kiss to his lips and once again your favourite blush spread across his cheeks.
Most people were there by the time you arrived, the pair of you quickly saying hello to everyone before he reintroduced you to Woody who in turn introduced you to his girlfriend, Kaz. She seemed sweet and you were glad you would have another girl to hang out with alongside Lex as the only other two girls you knew were Lindsay and Louise. Freddie had always referred to them as thing one and two as they tended to stick together and as much as you loved Freddie, sometimes you needed some girl company.
You and Mason managed to take yourselves off away from everyone. Sitting on your own so you could talk quietly and get ready for the flight you knew Mason was a bit nervous for but the sudden sound of a boy shouting made the two of you snap your heads up. Mason's face turning sour instantly as the boy made his rounds to say hello to a few of the guys and it was then you noticed Mason shuffling uncomfortably in his seat.
âI didnât know he was comingâ
âWhoâs that?â You asked. Not having seen him around before so you presumed he was from the London office but you were curious as to why Mason was reacting like this.
âThats Carl, heâs worked with Woody on a few thingsâ
âDo you know him well?â
âUse toâ he shrugged but you didnât have a chance to reply as Carl made his way over to the pair of you. His eyes flashing to Masonâs hand that was clasped around yours before he looked right at you and the sly smirk he sent your way made your skin crawl.
âMason, long time no see man. Howâs thingsâ he asked. Mason jumping up so they could pat each other on the back but you could tell from Masons posture he didnât want to be near him that much.
âGood mate, you?â
âYeah really good thanksâ he nodded and before you knew it he was motioning towards you. âWhoâs this pretty little thing?â
âIâm y/nâ you told him after a quick roll of your eyes. Not wanting to cause a scene and call him out for his stupid comment but you could see his face change as soon as you told him your name. An impressed expression overtaking his features and you wondered why.
âAh y/n Iâve seen some of your stuff floating around. Youâre pretty goodâ
âOh⊠oh thank youâ you told him. A sense of pride filling you at the fact people were not starting to see your work and you returned his bright smile.
âYeah even managed to make this one look goodâ he laughed, motioning over to Mason. âIâve tried a few times I know how hard it isâ he teased. Feeling Mason stiffening besides you as Carl tried to make a joke at his expense but you wouldnât let that happen on your watch.
âOh really? I thought it was really easyâ you shrugged. Turning back to Mason who was giving you a shy smile and you could tell he was thankful for you sticking up for him a bit. âI wonât be a sec, I'm going to the looâ you told him. Kissing his cheek quickly before standing up and you left without giving Carl and other glance.
âFinally got yourself some then huh?â Carl laughed and Mason could feel his blood boiling at the way he was speaking about you. Not wanting to fully divulge and tell him exactly what the pair of you were as he knew what he was like so he just shrugged his shoulders and tried to act unbothered by him.
âIt's not like thatâ
âOh sheâs not yours then? So I donât mind if I have a crack?â
âCarl, itâs so good to see youâ Woody interrupted and Mason was thankful heâd stepped in. Knowing Mason would have probably exploded if he hadnât have. It was one thing Carl making jibes about him but a whole other issue when he was speaking about you and he realised at that moment this was about to be a long trip.
âGates ready!â Freddie called and with one final wink at Mason, Carl was walking off to find the others leaving him standing there to stew. Wondering if he even wanted to go away with everyone now but once he saw you walking back towards him with that beautiful smile on your face he realised you were his reason to stay.
âMase, you ready?â You asked, your voice laced with concern as you could see something had changed with him.
âYeah Iâll meet you thereâ
âItâs okay Iâll wait with youâ you smiled, trying to get him to smile at you but once you realised he wouldnât you placed your hand on his arm to get him to look at you. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fineâ he breathed, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone from your group was left and once he was satisfied it was just the two of you he pulled you in for a tight hug. âI know we said weâd keep things on the down low a bit but I just need a quick cuddleâ
âOh Maseâ you whispered, feeling the way he clung to you so tightly a little concerning and the thought of this being the last proper hug you might share for a while upset you and even though it was you who set the boundaries in the first place you were ready to tear them up for him. âI know it was my choice but we donât have to keep things on the down lowâ
âNo?â
âNot if you donât want to. I don't think Iâll be able to handle it and i'm pretty sure everyone knows whatâs going onâ you giggled but you felt him relax as you spoke.
âWell most people do at leastâ he whispered but he didnât have a chance to elaborate as Freddie was back calling you both to hurry up so you grabbed your bags and made your way to the queue to board. Reaching out to hold Mason's pinkie with your own and the smile he sent you made your tummy flip.
The flight was fine but you didnât arrive at your hotel until late afternoon and once you were unpacked you made the short trip down the corridor to meet Mason. Most if you had decided to do your own thing for dinner tonight however Mason had invited you along to dinner with him, Woody and his girlfriend Kaz so you could get to know each other a bit and you were grateful to be able to see him in act so confidently around his friends and show you this new side of him.
Ever the gentleman, Mason walked you to your room that night and after a pretty heavy kiss by the door you bid each other goodnight. Mason letting you know heâd message you when he woke up so you could see when you wanted to head to the pool and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.
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âHey gorgeousâ he smiled, opening the door and popping a kiss on your cheek but you were quick to reach up and kiss him properly, feeling him chuckle onto your lips and it was all worth it for the shy smile he gave you when you pulled apart.
âMorning Maseâ
âIâve booked us into the hotel restaurant, no idea what the others are doingâ he shrugged as he shut his door but you just took his hand and let him lead you away.
âHow did you do that? I tried and they were fullâ
âI have my waysâ he winked. Subtly letting you know he could probably get you anything you wanted but you loved the way he wasnât flashy with it.
The food in the hotel was better than you had expected and when the pair of you were done, you made your way out to the pool. Thankfully only Freddie and Lex were out there and as you walked into his eyeline, Freddie waved you over and patted the double sun lounger next to him.
âMorning love birds, I saved you a spotâ
âThereâs no one else out hereâ you laughed, dropping your bag on the seat and looking around but it was still only around 10am and most of the loungers were empty.
âWhere have you been?â
âBreakfastâ
âWhat here?â Freddie asked, his eyebrows shooting up as you nodded. âThey said they were fully bookedâ
âApparently they make room for you if your names Mason Mountâ you joked, looking behind to see him standing there awkwardly on the other side of the lounger as if he didnât want to presume youâd sit next to him but after a subtle nod of your head his shoulders relaxed.
You didnât waste anymore time, wanting to get undressed to soak up the sun so you quickly slipped yourself out of your dress and packed it away before grabbing your book and when your eyes flashed over to Mason you felt like you might have to pick his jaw up off the floor.
Mason had never seen you in so little before, and youâd worn this bikini on purpose as you knew it accentuated all your best bits, and it was red, but you had no idea it would have garnered this reaction from him. Even from behind his sunglasses you could see his eyes were all over you as his tongue practically fell from his mouth so you rounded the lounger to stand in front of him but only when you touched his shoulders did he reach out to touch you.
Your knees buckled as soon as his fingertips touched the back of your thighs but thankfully he was able to steer you onto his lap and as you sat on his leg he moved his hands to your waist. Your skin tingling in their wake as he touched parts of you heâd never seen before and even though Mason could be shy and reserved about his feelings, this was the best indication youâd ever had that he found you attractive.
He was looking at you through his glasses but you missed his pretty brown eyes so you carefully pushed them up so you could see them again. Watching as the sun reflected in them so they looked like deep pots of honey and the creases around his eyes made your heart thump as he smiled at you. He was looking at you so softly and you couldn't help but reach down to kiss him as it was only Freddie and Lex out here and you knew they didnât care and probably were even looking.
âYouâre so fucking hotâ he breathed against your lips and his words excited you as he squeezed your sides. His potty mouth making you giggle but you were glad you had saved yourself from showing him your body until now just for this reaction. âYouâre making this impossible for meâ
âSorry Maseâ you giggled feeling him slip his thumb under the waistband of your bottoms so he could hold your bum and even though he was pushing it you let him. âI wore red just for youâ
âI bet you didâ he grinned, pulling you back in for a kiss that made you want to abandon all your morals and take him back to your room, but you held strong. Pulling away gently even though you didnât want to.
âSpeaking of hot, itâs boiling out here. Did you make sure to put sunscreen on?â You asked. Slightly trying to distract the pair of you from a heated make out session and Mason sent you a smug smile as he realised what you were doing.
âI did, just not on my back my arms donât reachâ he joked, giggles falling from both your lips at the thought of him trying to do it.
âCome on then Iâll help you you smiled. Kissing him once before before getting up off his lap and just as youâd got your sun cream from your bag heâd whipped his shirt off.
There were pictures of Mason's body online that youâd seen recently and you thought he might be in pretty good shape but it was nothing compared to the actual thing. His chest and tummy covered with a light smattering of hair that was driving you insane but his defined abs and strong arms were more sexy to you than anything else until he turned around to flash you his back dimples.
You took your time rubbing his cream in for him but it was mainly just an excuse to touch him. Planning a kiss in between his shoulder blades when you realised it had been long enough before the pair of you flopped back onto the lounger. Pinkies intertwined once more as you soaked up the sun but it was around 45 minutes later when you realised you needed to cool off
âDo you fancy going for a swim?â You asked him, watching his brows raise above his galssss questioningly but he was quick to take them off and help you up so you could get in together. You taking the safe option and walking over to the steps but just as you turned to get you watched Mason dive bomb in.
âThat's colder than I thought it would beâ he chuckled after he came up for air, wading his way over to help you in fully but after a few moments of swimming youâd had enough and wanted him to carry you.
He wasnât shocked when you came over and placed your hands on his shoulders but you knew he was unsure as to where to put his hands when you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âHold my waistâ you giggled as you knew he needed a little direction. âAre you blushing Mr Mount?â
âNeverâ he chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer and he tucked his head into your neck. Inhaling deeply before looking back at you and you knew what he was about to ask before he did it.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYou donât have to askâ
âIâm just checkingâ he laughed. Bumping his nose against yours before he kissed you softly and you knew he was about to pull away quicker than you wanted him to so you cupped the back of his head and deepened it before he got a chance.
You stayed in the pool longer than youâd first intended to. Mason requesting that you race him a few times before he popped you on his back and you used to opportunity to cover his cheeks in kisses until he swung you back round to his front so you could hold each other again.
You were so calm and tranquil in Masons arms that the sound of someone shouting made you jump. You could feel Mason had tensed too and when you both looked over to the source of the noise Mason didnât relax at all. If anything he clung to you tighter as Carl and his little gaggle of girls made their way over to sit with Freddie and it was like Mason's demeanour switched before your eyes.
âYou okay?â You whispered, watching him shrink into himself a little but with a quick kiss to his lips he was nodding gently. âShall we get out and get dry?â
You were both soon out. Sitting back next to Freddie but the opposite side of Carl and you noticed how even after he was dry he still had his towel around his shoulders. You didnât say anything at first but after youâd reapplied your sunscreen you figured he might want some more too however he was still wrapped up.
âYou want me to oil you up?â You joked, waving the suncream in his face and even though he laughed he shook his head at you.
âNo thanks, Iâll probably put my shirt on again in a secâ
âWhat? Why?â You asked but he didnât answer so you took it upon yourself to crawl over into his lap and when his hand squeezed your thigh you sent him a cheeky smile.
âYou know for someone who wanted to keep things on the down low youâre very touchyâ
âWell you should stop being so irresistible thenâ you joked watching his face flush. âYou can put your top back on if you want but has something happened? You were fine before?â
âItâs nothing, Iâm just being sillyâ
âNo itâs okay. Iâm just thinking about you, you know? The last thing you want is a T-shirt tanâ you winked and the small laugh that fell from his lips made you feel accomplished.
âSomethings telling me thatâs not the only reasonâ
âI mean yeah Iâve got eyes Maseâ you chuckled, watching him try to hold back a smirk and from the way his eyes dropped to your lips you knew he wanted to kiss you.
His kisses were becoming more than addictive. Slow and sweet as he stroked his tongue against yours but it was the feeling of his thumbs brushing against your back that was making you shiver. Cupping his jaw so he couldnât pull away from you but the loud and obnoxious laughs of Carl and the girls were going through you like nails on a chalkboard.
âWould you like an ice-cream?â You asked him as you pulled away, his face turning into one of confused amusement before he let out a little laugh.
âItâs 11:30â
âExactly, we need to start early to get in as many as we canâ you told him. âCome on we can go for a walk or something after I just need some peaceâ you smiled at him, knowing he needed the same so you quickly popped on a coverup as he chucked his shirt back on before taking his hand and leading him away from everyone else.
You knew the hotel had a rooftop bar and after some careful searching you managed to find it. Thankfully it was quiet up there and after grabbing you both an ice cream you took a seat next to him and placed your hand on his thigh.
âThe view up here is crazyâ you commented, looking out over the hotel grounds and to the beach but little did you know Mason had something else in his eyeline.
âYeah not too bad from here eitherâ he said softly, looking back at you with literal heart eyes and when you winked back at him he just laughed.
âCheekyâ you commented, nudging your shoulder with his. âWe can stay away from everyone else today if youâd likeâ
âNo donât be silly. I mean I love it when itâs just us but youâre meant to be here with themâ
âIâve got the two days with them solidly Mase, I want to be with youâ
âCâmere thenâ he whispered. Pulling you further into his side before resting his head on top of yours as you nuzzled into his neck. His scent overtaking your senses but all you could do was squeeze him harder until he was laughing. âI still canât believe what youâre wearingâ
Youâd never seen him look at you like this before. It wasnât that you didnât think he was attracted to you at all, he always called you gorgeous and you knew you made him a bit nervous but youâd never seen him look at you like he wanted to rip your clothes off and have you right then and there like he was now. His hands massaging over your thighs as he kissed your jaw and you could feel your tummy flipping with desire.
Youâd wanted him for a while, not able to get the image of him having his way with you out of your head for a week or two now but youâd still made him wait. Almost like it was a test to see how long you could give him before he went crazy but at this point it was you that had lost it. Your kisses had become messier and deeper as you got lost in each other and you knew it was only a matter of time you gave him the green light.
You kept it pg for the rest of the day though. Joining the others for lunch before you were back out by the pool and you watched Mason relax as he spent some time with Woody and Freddie until he came back to you for a nap. His head resting on you chest as your fingers brushed though his hair and you felt yourself falling for him even more with every passing second.
âCome stay in my room tonight?â He asked after youâd all been to dinner that evening. The pair of you not wanting to part and when you raised your eyebrow at him cheekily his face flushed as he giggled. âNot like that. Iâm just not ready to let you go yet. I thought I could get us another drink and we could hang out? I know weâve not slept in the same bed before or whatever and we don't have to if youâre uncomfortable but-
You cut him off with a kiss. Feeling him relax under your fingertips as he smiled and when you pulled away you knew he was blushing even deeper.
âIâll be in soon, okay? Why donât you get us some snacks and find a movie for usâ
âOkayâ he whispered âBring your stuff for tomorrow too, you can get ready in hereâ
âWow, youâre bossy when you wanna be huh?â you chuckled. âWho knew you could ask for what you want sometimes?â You smiled and with a quick kiss you were running back to your room to get everything you needed for your first little sleepover with him.
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Mason treated you to a late breakfast again the next morning before you met everyone else at the entrance just before lunch. Your pinky firmly wrapped around his as you approached the others and you noticed Freddieâs eyes snap down to look at them before they were on you. Sending you a smile and a cheeky wink like he was happy for you and even though you rolled your eyes at him you couldnât deny you were pretty happy yourself.
Youâd enjoyed the night before more than any other time you could imagine. Spending the whole night in Mason's arms as you spoke and kissed until you eventually fell asleep. You had wondered in the back of your head if last night could have been the night but you both seemed content with leaving it for now however you knew it would be soon.
Whilst you stood and reminisced in your own head as you waited for the last few people, Mason on the other hand had his eyes on someone else. Watching the way Carl drunk you in before his eyes landed on your conjoined fingers and the expression that took over his face was one that Mason had seen many times before. Almost watching Carl plot his evil scheme was making Mason uncomfortable to the point he started to pull away from you but you just assumed he wanted to hold your hand properly so you threaded your fingers through his and pulled him along into the awaiting taxi.
Youâd never been on a boat like this and with there being so many of you it was hard to find a quiet spot. Mason seemed to know his way around these things though and took you up to the top deck where there was a separate space at the front for the two of you to lay down and get comfy.
You could hear everyone else downstairs rushing about and being silly but you were content with laying next to Mason. Your head right next to his as you spoke about the night before until you both got a bit sleepy and drifted off.
You heard the jet skis start up before you heard the footsteps running up to the top deck. Freddieâs face appearing from below but clearly only you had the energy to sit up and speak to him.
âNot interrupting, am I kid?â He asked quietly.
âNo, heâs just a bit tiredâ
âOh yeah, you worn him out?â he laughed. Eyebrows wiggling suggestively but you just laughed as you hid your face in embarrassment.
âShut up Freddieâ you huffed, crossing your arms in mock anger but he saw right through you. âWhat do you want?
âJet skis are ready, you wanted a go right?â
âWell yeah but-â
âMason!â
âFreddie, will you piss offâ you scalded. Look down to see Mason stirring awake as Freddieâs retreated back down the ladder and when you brushed the hair from his eyes he gave you a thankful but sleepy smile. âSorry Mase, I told him not to wake youâ
âItâs alright, beautiful. Is everything okay?â
âYeah, the jet skis are ready but if you donât want to do it, itâs fineâ you told him. Leaning onto your side so you could lay yourself next to him whilst he slunk his arm under your body to hold you closer with his hand on your waist.
âI best not, Iâll get killed if I get another injury but you go yeah? Iâll watch youâ
âAre you sure?
âOf course. Or maybe Iâll be asleep who knowsâ he winked. âGo on, go have funâ he whispered, pecking your lips as he squeezed your bum gently. Winking at you as you looked at him with a shocked face as it was the first time heâd been handsy with you without you instigating something but you just kissed him forcefully as you crawled over his body and left him to relax.
By the time youâd made it down and popped your life vest on, there were only a few people left. Woody and Kaz had just set off as Lex hopped on the back of Freddieâs meaning you were left with only one option.
Carl was smiling at you as he waved you over to the one he was standing by before hopping aboard and patting the back of the seat for you to sit on. âYour chariot awaits. I hope you donât mind but weâve got to shareâ he laughed.
âOh no thatâs fineâ you smiled. Too excited to get out onto the water to worry about who you were with and whilst Mason was a bit distant with Carl you didnât exactly have a reason to not go with him. Yes heâd been loud with the girls yesterday and there was definitely something you couldnât put your finger on about him that you werenât 100% comfortable with but the idea of getting to go in a jet ski was the main thought in your brain right now.
âJust tell me if Iâm going too fast, okay?â He told you. Letting you get comfortable behind him as you wrapped your arms around his waist like Freddie had shown you and once you were comfortable enough he set off.
Carl played it pretty safe and didnât go too fast but it was fast enough for you. Having to grip o to him tightly as he tried out some spins and tricks and before you knew it heâd slyly driven you far away from the boat and everyone else.
âSo you and Mason huh?â He asked as he slowed down. Bringing the jet ski to almost a complete stop before he was driving you around in random patterns to make it look like you were going somewhere when you werenât.
âWhat about me and Mason?â You asked. Wondering why he was bringing Mason up whilst you were basically stranded in the sea and an uncomfortable feeling made its way up your spine.
âYou tell me. Heâs keeping things under wrapsâ he shrugged and you felt the sense of unease spread over you further. âLook, all l I know is that if you were mine I would be all over you. He looks like he barely wants to hold you hand sometimesâ
âWell Iâm not yours so it doesnât matter does itâ you hit back. Not liking how he was talking to you and the fact he seemed to be taking you further away from everyone made you want to scream in fear.
âOh sheâs a feisty oneâ
âNo I just like to keep my business my business as does Masonâ you told him firmly. Wishing you could go back in time so you would have never gotten on this god forsaken thing in the first place and. âCan you take me back now please I want to get off
âOh donât be like thatâ
âI wonât ask againâ you told him firmly. Trying to hide the fear in your voice but thankfully he got the hint and made his way back to the boat where you hopped off as soon as you could before making your way back to Mason. Hearing Carl thankfully speed away leaving the pair of you alone.
Mason wasn't napping where you'd left him, in fact he was nowhere to be seen but as you made your way to the back of the boat you could see him leaning up against the side with a pensive look on his face.
You didn't know if you wanted to join him as he looked so in his own head but you fought against it and carefully made your way over. Needing his comfort after the ordeal Carl had just put you through but Mason looked as though he was in a whole other world.
'Mase? What you doing over here?' You asked. Watching him jump slightly as he realised you were there before his eyes were on the floor.
'I was feeling a bit sea sick' he told you quietly and you noticed how he didnât really want to look at you.
'So you thought it was best to hang over the edge and make it worse' you smiled but he didn't smile back. Just shrugged his shoulders gently as he twiddled with his fingers.
'Sorry'
'It's alright, don't be sorry' you smiled. Pulling him into a hug and even though he was hugging you back you knew something was off. You chalked it down to him not feeling well and when you pulled back you could see in his eyes that something wasn't right. 'Shall I get you a bottle of water and we can sit somewhere quietâ
'No it's okay, I don't wanna pull you away from everyoneâ
'Mase? You know l'd pick you over anyone here' you told him. Pulling back and cupping his jaw so he'd look at you and when he sent you a smile your heart settled just a tiny bit.
'Even Freddie?'
'Especially Freddieâ you winked. 'Come on, I'll look after you. They're all still out on the jet skis so it's just you and me anyway. Can't get rid of me even if you want toâ
âThank youâ
âDonât be, itâs my job to look after my manâ you joked. His eyes lighting up at the way youâd referred to him as such. âShall we go back up? Or do you wanna stay down here?
âWe can go upâ he whispered. Pulling you into a soft kiss that made your knees weak before leading you back up.
When everyone else came back, Woody and Kaz joined you upstairs. Mason sitting up and patting the space in front of him so youâd sit with your back to his chest and when he lazily slung his arm around your waist you blushed as he began to trace patterns on your warm skin.
You knew you were staying on the boast for most of the day so you remembered to take things to entertain yourself and youâd noticed Mason had perked up a little bit. Watching him jump off the edge with Freddie as you sat with the girls and when the option came to leave with some of the others or stay for a bit longer you both chose to stay. Thankfully it was just Freddie, Lex, Woody and Kaz left with you as Carl left with the others and when the sun began to set you made sure to take Mason back upstairs so you could watch it together. Laying on his body had his hands roamed yours and as soon as the sun began to hug the sea he brought you In for a heart stopping kiss.
The day had been perfect, his hand in yours and he sat next to you on the way back to the hotel and your heart thumped at how he was playing with your fingers. His cheek resting on the top of your head and it was almost a struggle to stay awake with how warm and safe you felt with him.
As much as you didnât like it, you both decided you should sleep in your own beds tonight. Both of you having early mornings and you knew if you woke up next to him you wouldnât want to go anywhere so Mason walked you to your door and left you with a kiss and the promise of seeing you tomorrow evening.
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Mason was up and out at the crack of dawn but you were reading over his good morning text in the lobby with a smile before you felt someone looming over you.
âListen, Iâm not sure what Masons said about meâ
âHe hasnât said anything about youâ you told Carl and to be fair to Mason he really hadnât. Mason did his talking with his eyes about Carl and you could sense there was something there but hadnât come out and told you exactly what the problem was.
âOh⊠I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Iâm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable yesterday on the jet ski, I didnât mean to. Mason and I like to tease each other a bit but I should have left you out of itâ he explained and whilst you appreciated his apology you still felt like something wasnât right.
Unfortunately you were stuck with him for today, the group of you practically had been halved since it was just your work people and there was no way of getting away from him so you decided you put yesterday behind you for the sake of everyone else and try and make it a comfortable day.
âWell thank you, I appreciate that. I guess we can start over again and be civil at least todayâ you nodded at him and he sent you an appreciative smile that made you feel better about what you were doing.
You sat next to Carl in the cab and he was asking you lots of questions about your work. Ever since Masons shoot the offers to join people and help out with big projects had been rolling in like no tomorrow and youâd even managed to book a few private fittings to dress some actors for an awards ceremony in a few weeks. You hadnât felt this positive about work in months and with Carl bigging you up like he was it was easy to get swept up in him.
The event was busier than you were expecting so you stuck with Woody and Freddie however that meant Carl was now also with you and wherever he was you knew Lindsay and Louise werenât too far behind.
âRight the agency wants some pictures for socials so just act natural okay?â Freddie announced, whipping his phone out as you walked around the various stalls and exhibitions. Snapping your picture whenever he could however Carl was always jumping in to be involved and when you sat down for the first runway show he was right there next to you.
Carl wanting to be your bestie aside, youâd had an amazing day and met so many lovely people. You felt inspired at every corner you turned and you couldn't wait to see Mason and tell him all about it. It was nuts how much you missed him even with so much going on and the fact you couldnât even get your phone out to send him a quick text to see how he was frustrating you more than anything.
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A hand on your waist snapped you out of your thoughts and you recoiled away from Carl just like youâd been doing for the last few hours. You were sure why but heâd suddenly got it in his head that he was free to put his hands on you and whilst it started out as just gentle touches on your shoulder or elbow it had progressed quickly holding your waist or trying to pull you in for a cuddle.
âCan you not, please Carl. I donât like being touchedâ
âWhat? Iâm just trying to be niceâ
âWell thatâs not how Iâm seeing it. I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself pleaseâ you told him sternly before marching off to find Freddie. Wishing you would have just told him to piss off this morning rather than trying to be friendly for everyone elseâs sake.
You were back in the hotel by the time you managed to get five minutes' peace. Knowing you had to go to dinner soon but you wanted to hopefully speak to Mason however you were a little disappointed that he hadnât messaged you at all today. You figured he must have been busy like you so you sent him a quick message before jumping in the shower.
You were all dressed up and ready to head to dinner but Mason still hadnât got back to you so you made a plan to swing by his room before you left. He didnât answer when you knocked on the door though and you figured he must still be out so you went to dinner alone and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of your tummy.
âHave you heard from Mason?â You asked Woody. Wanting to make sure someone had spoken to him as you were beginning to panic that heâd vanished off the face of the earth but the Woody nodded you didnât know if you felt happy or sad about it.
âYeah he messaged me about half an hour agoâ he told you. âHeâs not been back long so maybe be fell asleep?â
âOh okayâ you smiled. Confused as to why he was seemingly ignoring for hours on end but you knew he loved a nap so maybe that was the reason.
âIs everything alright?â Woody asked sympathetically but you didnât want to air everything out in front of everyone so you kept quiet whilst still telling the truth.
âYeah fineâ you smiled. Hoping to convince him nothing was wrong but you werenât sure if he bought it. âI just wanted to check he was okay, I havenât heard from him in a bitâ
âYou know what heâs like, dead to the world as soon as his head touches the pillowââ he reassured you and you sent him a kind smile and a nod in hopes that was enough. Watching him quickly send a message to someone and no more than two minutes later did your phone buzz in your hand.
Your heart sunk further into your tummy at his message. You didnât know if you were being extra sensitive or he was being incredibly short with you but his message didnât feel as warm as they usually did and now you felt silly for telling him you missed him without him saying it back.
âRight, you coming for drinks kid?â Freddie asked but you just shook your head as you gathered your things together.
âNo I think Iâll just head back to my roomâ you gulped. Watching Freddieâs face drop before he looked at you to ask if something was wrong but you just sent him a smile. âIts been a long day and I wanna be fresh for tomorrowâ
âYou sure?â
âPositiveâ you nodded giving everyone a quick goodbye before hightailing back to your room. Wondering what you should send Mason as a response but in the end you figured youâd play it as cool as possible and send him something you normally would to see how he reacted.
You didnât understand why he was being so hot and cold with you constantly this trip and you definitely didnât understand what you could have done to make him be this cold with you.
Sleep didnât come easy that night as you laid awake and thought about what had happened on the trip so far to make him be like this. Clearly there was some sort of issue with Carl but if he didnât explain what it was then how were you supposed to help him? And everything seemed fine the previous night before you went to bed so what could you have done in a day that you hadnât seen him for him to be so distant?
You knew you had to speak to him tomorrow and soon enough the tiredness wore you out enough so you could fall asleep but the next you decided to test him and not send him a good morning text when you woke up. You knew it may have been a little petty but you wanted him to come to you first, almost to prove that he still liked you but you were almost halfway through the morning and it was still radio silence. Thankfully Carl had kept his distance today but you knew he kept looking at you in hopes youâd give him some attention.
The final show was was a lot, and being sat far away from Carl helped you concentrate a bit more but Mason was still on your mind. Why was be being so distant? Hopefully youâd get to speak to him later today and you were both excited and terrified about seeing him. Thankfully Freddie had managed to take your mind off of things and invited you backstage after the show with Woody as he knew one of the models and you found it fascinating getting to watch them all at work
âThank you for bringing me here, Freddie. Iâve had the best timeâ
âDonât be silly, I knew youâd love it. And when we get back Iâve got loads for us to work onâ he smiled. Wrapping and arm around your shoulder as you made your way back to the hotel and even though things with Mason seemed confusing and weird you knew everything youâd been working towards was finally happening for you and you couldnât wait to get to work.
You were sitting on your own away from everyone at the pool that afternoon when Mason turned up. You hadnât meant to be but you were sat with Woody and Kaz and they had just hopped in the water and you thought Mason would be straight over to see you since it had been so long but again you were left disappointed.
Heâd clearly been back to his room to shower and change but he didnât make his way over to see you first. Watching him drop his things on the lounger on the opposite side of the pool from you before talking to Woody for a bit as he sat on the edge but he was getting in the pool soon enough. Your heart sinking at the way heâd completely blanked you since coming out here and you wondered if youâd missed something. Eventually turning onto your side away from everyone to not show them how upset you were as you couldn't understand his behaviour and why he hadnât come over to say hello to you first.
Youâd been away from him for just over a day and a half and all you wanted was to be next to him again so the fact heâd basically ignored you when this was your first chance to speak made your head spin. Were you being too much for him? Is that why he was pulling away from you? Or were you not giving him what he wanted quickly enough and he was getting bored of waiting for you? Did he not miss you like youâd missed him?
You refused to cry but you knew your eyes felt heavy and watery. Shutting them and pretending to be asleep even though you could hear him giggling close by, it was soon replaced by the sounds of hushed whispers and soon enough you could hear the sound of someone getting out of the pool and making their way over to you.
You didnât react to him, hearing him pick a towel up to dry his hair before he took a tentative seat next to you and when you didnât move you felt him lay next to you but still kept his distance so you didn't touch at all. Your heart hammering as you became hyper aware of all his movements but you kept your eyes shut no matter how hard it was becoming.
You could feel him fiddling with the dangly bits on your bikini before his fingers grazed your thigh slightly and you froze. He didnât stop though, trailing his fingers up and over your hip to your waist so he could pull you into his body and when your skin touched his you opened your eyes carefully.
âHeyâ he whispered. The weight of the world still heavy in his eyes but you knew he was trying to cover it up with the soft smile he was sending you. âSorry, I didnât want to get you wetâ he whispered, stroking your back gently and you knew there was something still off about him even though he was keeping it well hidden behind the brick wall heâd been building for the last few days. At least he was talking to you now though you thought. âYou okay?â
âJust tiredâ you nodded. Not wanting to give too much away and let him know how upset you were but every touch of his skin on yours made you ache.
âGo back to sleep, Iâll stay with youâ
You wanted to tell him you werenât really tired and that you didnât want to sleep because you missed him and wanted to talk but the words were stuck in your throat. Not even sure if you were allowed to shuffle closer to him but at least he was finally next to you and when he gave in to pull you into his chest your eyes began to sting.
There was so much you wanted to say to him, but you held your tongue. Taking what he was giving you at the moment and soon enough your missed sleep from the night before caught up to you and you fell asleep to the feel of him pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
Waking up still in Mason's arms was a nice feeling even if you did still feel heavy with emotion and when you both sat up he made no attempt to hold you in any way again until your leg brushed his and placed his hand in your lap palm up. Silently asking you to hold it and as soon as your fingers were linked you rested your head on his shoulder.
âAre you coming to dinner with everyone tonight?â You asked. Trying to think of anything to say to get him talking as he was keeping quiet and you hated the awkward silence.
âI think soâ he told you. âIs that okay?â
âOf course it isâ you nodded, looking up at his face and as much as you wanted to stay with him and get him to talk but you knew the time was getting on. âI should go get ready actually. I need to wash my hair and showerâ
âOkay, shall I meet you there then?â He asked and your heart dropped once more. Why didnât he want to meet you before? To turn up with you like youâd done earlier in the week? It was only small but it was like he didnât want to be seen with you and you had no idea what was going on in that little head of his. Right here by the pool in front of everyone wasnât exactly the best place to ask though so you just sent him a small nod before gathering up your things and leaving.
âTrouble in paradise?â You heard from behind you as you made your way to the door and you didnât even need to turn to face them to know who it was. Youâd been avoiding him like the plague since you told him off for touching you yesterday and youâd been waiting for him to start widning you up again.
âFuck off, Carlâ
âOhhhh, someoneâs touchy. I donât know why youâre bothering with him, I can see heâs not interested from a mile away. Why are you wasting your time youâve got someone right here ready to give you what you wantâ
âCause I donât fucking want you!â you snapped. Turning to face him suddenly and you knew youâd caught him off guard. âEver think of that?â
âOf course you do, everyone doesâ he told you matter of factly, looking at you dumbfounded at the fact you might not want him but you didnât want to waste another second of your life in his presence.
âOh bore off, Iâm done talking to youâ you huffed. Turning in the corridor and making you way to your room and thankfully he didnât follow you.
All you could think about was Mason as you showered and dried your hair. Was he not interested anymore? Or were you being sensitive as Carl just made everything seem 10x worse.
You wanted to talk to him before dinner so you could get to the crux of the issue, knowing that if you left things any longer than needed it could take a turn and it wasnt like he was mad at you. He just seemed sad almost, and distant and since you were ready earlier than planned you wondered if it was worth a shot to go and find him.
Youâd saved this dress specifically for tonight. Your last big dinner out with everyone and you wanted to look the part and hopefully catch Mason's eye a bit. Even if that did feel like an impossible task right now.
You needed an excuse to talk to him and this seemed the perfect one. Not being able to quite get the zipper done up without some help so you did it enough to be able to leave your room and not flash anyone before making your way down the hall to his door.
As you didnât fancy standing in the middle of the corridor half dressed you knocked rather quickly in hopes he would come and answer faster and soon enough he opened up with a small but shocked smile on his face.
âHey Mase, sorry Iâm having a bit of trouble with my dress. I don't suppose you could zip me up?â You asked and after he quickly nodded you in, you made your way into his room.
âThank youâ you smiled. Standing in front of his big mirror so he could zip you up and the feeling of his hand on your waist as his knuckles brushed your skin made your knees weak. Watching him in the mirror in front of you as he concentrated made your heart race and once he was done and you caught his eye in the mirror you knew you needed to step it up a notch.
You figured youâd act as normal as possible with him, turning in his hold to face him and when you placed a quick peck on his lips you noticed again he didnât deepen it or even return it but just looked to the floor blankly.
âMase, whatâs wrong?â You sighed. Pulling out of his grasp as his hands fell to his sides with a thud and you knew your question had shocked him. His eyes going wide as his face paled but you were determined to not let him brush this off as nothing.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâve barely spoken to me for the last few days, you havenât kissed me. Have I done something wrong?â You asked and even though you didnât mean for it to, your voice sounded teary and upset. This seemed to be enough to snap Mason out of his funk a little bit as he looked at you guiltily before gently pulling you back into his arms.
âNo, you havenât done anything I promiseâ he whispered. Stroking your back with his thumbs like he always did and you felt yourself settle in a way you hadnât for days. It was like your Mason was back as he touched you like normal so you placed your hands on his chest before he pulled you closer.
âWhat is it then? Do you not like me anymore?â You questioned but his face dropped even further. Clearly it hitting him how upset you were by his mood over the last few days.
âHey, no. Donât say that, I adore youâ he told you sincerely, cupping your jaw so youâd look at him but it didnât explain why heâd been off with you. âIâm just a bit embarrassed
âEmbarrassed? What of me?â
âNo not youâ he laughed, looking at you with a heartfelt smile before his face dropped again. âOf me. I just got into my own head about something and I feel a little ridiculousâ
âTell meâ you whispered, trying to reassure him that whatever it is things would be fine but you had no idea what it was he could be embarrassed of. âWhat did I tell you that night, huh? Iâm big on communication. So just tell me and we can figure it outâ
You could tell Mason wanted to tell you. Watching him inhaling a deep breath before letting it out shakily. Swallowing down a nervous gulp as he placed both hands back on your waist and you knew he was about to hit you with it.
âDo you like him?â
âLike who?â You questioned, unsure of what he meant and the name that fell from his lips made no sense to you at all.
âCarlâ
âWhat? Where did you get that idea?â You laughed but you realised it wasn't a laughing matter for him but a genuine concern.
âIve seen the way he looks at you and he was making you laugh in all those pictures your company posted on instagram like he was next you in every bloody one and then you were on that jet ski together before and I justâŠâ
âMaseâ you smiled. Moving your hands to around his neck before bumping your nose against his to get him to look at you. âAre you jealous?â
âWhat? Iâm not jealousâ he scoffed, a small smile on his lips as he realised he probably sounded a bit silly but little did you know you only had half the story.
âTell your face that thenâ you joked but you knew he needed a little reassurance. âFor the record no, I donât like him. If youâd have taken any notice of me you would have seen Iâve been nowhere near him when I donât have to be. Heâs an arrogant twat who doesnât know when to keep his hands to himselfâ
âWhat?â He snapped, pulling back to look at you with his hands gripping you your waist tighter and you could tell he was angry about what youâd said.
âItâs fine, I handled itâ
âI should of handled itâ he murmured âYouâre mine and itâs my job to look after youâ
âYours huh?â You smiled, your heart fluttering at the way the words sounded coming out of his mouth.
âWhat did he do? Tell meâ he asked, brushing past what heâd said but his nose was turning pink out of embarrassment and even though you wanted to talk more about being his, you also knew you needed to talk about this more.
âNothing bad, just kept putting his hands on me you know? Like on my arms and round my waist when we were at the event. We had a chat in the morning and agreed weâd be civil that day but he went way overboard and made me uncomfortableâ
âWhat do you mean, be civil? I thought you two got on?â
âWell if you hadnât been in a strop for a few days you would have seen we donâtâ you smiled. âWhen I went with him on the jet ski it was just because it was the last space left and all he did was piss me off. Kept talking about us after I asked him not to before he tried to tell me how heâd treat me but I told him that I wasnât interested. Iâm still pissed off he ruined my turn. I'd been looking forward to thatâ you huffed but now youâd explained yourself you were waiting for Mason to get to the root of the issue. âWhy donât you like him? You can tell meâ
âHeâs just not my kind of peopleâ he shrugged, trying to brush past it again, but you gave him a firm look which made him roll his eyes with a sigh. âOh fine, but Iâm gonna sound insane. Heâs always been Woodys mate but Iâve known who he is and heâs got this weird thing against me. Whatever I have heâs gotta have the same, and that includes girls. Weâd go on nights out and Iâd be talking to someone and then the next thing I know heâs wormed his way in. Even girls Iâd been talking to for weeks heâd find a way to take from me somehow and I just got tired of him always butting in. I havenât had to think about him in Manchester but seeing Iâm him again just put me on edgeâ
âWhy didnât you tell me?â You whispered. Stroking his neck with your thumbs as your hands rested on his shoulders and you couldnât help but feel sad for Mason. You didnât like that heâd kept this all bottled up inside but now you knew what his problem was you could face it together.
âIâve never told anyoneâ he shrugged. âHeâs mates with all my mates and I donât wanna rock the boat. But also cause it felt a little pathetic. Like itâs a weird thing to explain to people but I thought I wouldnât have to worry about him getting to youâ
âMason, you know Iâm all about you, donât you?â You whispered. Watching his face soften as he gave you a lopsided smile and you knew all he needed right now was a bit of reassurance. âYou donât think i'd have kissed you in front of everyone, or slept in your bed the first night if I wasnât nuts about you. Iâm not that kinda girlâ
âI know youâre notâ he laughed. âIt was never you I wasnât sure about, itâs him he just brings out the worst in me. And I wasnât jealous⊠I was scaredâ
âScared of what? Me leaving you for him?â
âA little bitâ he whispered and your heart thumped at how vulnerable he was being with you. âI feel so dumb even admitting that but heâs done it to me before with girls I was just talking to, so the fact weâre more than that, I knew heâd jump in and do something stupid. It didnât help that youâre not actually mineâ he muttered under his breath but you just about heard him. Tilting your head quizzically at him as he turned red in the face. âYou know weâre not like⊠together officially or whatever. I wanted to ask you while we were away, you know? Make you my girl like I said I wouldâ
âYou wanna be my boyfriendâ you teased, smiling wildly at his confession and his face soon mirrored yours as he smiled back.
âOh give overâ he scoffed before his face softened once more. âHave I ruined it?â
âNot at allâ
âSo if I were to ask you, like to be mine, would you say yes?â He asked nervously, his eyes all over your face as he tried to decipher your reaction but you just smiled at him as you hoped heâd know what your answer would be.
âWhy donât you try right nowâ
âCause Iâm scaredâ he whispered. Holding you tight to his body as he rested his forehead on yours.
âWhat are you scared of?â You asked, laughing a little bit at how silly he was being but you were just hoping you were coming across not as nervous as you were feeling in this second.
âYouâ he laughed. âI really like you and I really think we could be something you know? I like usâ
âI like us tooâ you told him. Letting him take a deep breath to calm himself as you knew this was a lot for him. âMase? If you did want to ask, the answer would be yes. I really like you tooâ
âIâll think about itâ he laughed shyly before you lent in to kiss his cheek. âYou havenât poked me in the ribs yet so I wasnât sureâ
âAnd once again, you're insaneâ you told him before you were pulling him into a soft kiss. Feeling him kiss you back properly after so long as your chest fluttered at the way he was holding you. Soft but strong and the way he stroked your skin with his thumbs made you want to melt into a pool of goo on the floor. âCome on, youâre not getting out of having dinner with me tonight. I want you sat next to meâ you demanded with a smile.
âIâm coming Iâm comingâ he laughed. Pulling you into one last hug before pulling away from you but holding you at arm's length with your hands still entwined.
âHey, y/n?â
âYeah?â
âYou look beautifulâ he whispered. His voice sincere as his eyes trailed over you but you were quick to kiss him as you felt your face flush.
âThank you Masonâ you whispered against his lips. Feeling happier than you had in days.
-
Dinner tonight was at the hotel and when the pair of you arrived hand in hand it revived a mixed reaction. Most people paid you no mind but Freddie was sending you a sly smile.
Then there was Carl, sending the pair of you daggers as his gaze shot to your hands. Eyes rolling in the back of his head that you two were together but little did he know he had front row seats to the best show in town.
The only two seats were thankfully as far away from Carl as you could get. Right in between Freddie and woody and after Mason pulled your chair out you gave him a quick kiss right in Carls eyeline.
âWhat are you doingâ Mason laughed, cheeks flaming at the way youâd kissed him so publicly but you just sent him a reassuring smile.
âClaiming you. Buckle up cause this is nothingâ you winked. Kissing his lips softly again before taking your seat and staring down Carl in the process.
You knew he was watching you the whole time. Lindsay and Louise either side of him as he quietly stewed and now you knew how awful he made Mason feel you were ready to make him feel the same.
All notions of âon the down lowâ were out the window as he draped his arm over the back of your chair. Letting you lean into him and kiss him as much as you wanted whilst you sporadically fed each other. It was driving Carl up the wall and you loved how Mason was playing along and winking at you everytime you went a little overboard.
âI heard the sunset is gonna be insane tonightâ Freddie mentioned as you were finishing up and with one look at Mason you knew what was coming. âHowâs about you see if you can get us a table on the rooftop barâ he winked but Mason just rolled his eyes with a laugh.
âI kind of have one already bookedâ he told him, looking down at you with a wink and you knew heâd booked it for just the two of you. âIâll see if I can get a few people added thoughâ
By the time Mason got back the table had cleared out, just Freddie and Woody with their girls left and Carl had stormed off in a huff much to your delight.
âRight, I can only get an extra four seatsâ
âThatâs fine, six of us six seatsâ Freddie winked. âThe others have left so we donât need to worry about themâ
âYou donât mind do you?â Mason asked. Placing his hand on your waist before dropping a kiss on your forehead. âI wanted it to be just usâ
âI donât mindâ you whispered. âCome on, itâll be funâ
Thankfully the table theyâd arranged for you was in the corner out of the way but right near front so you had an uninterrupted view of the beach and the sunset and as you all sat and chatted away you couldn't have felt happier if youâd tried.
Youâd always found it hard to make friends at school and work but you were honestly so thankful for Freddie. Not only for all his help in furthering your career but heâd just been the best person to you and you were so happy youâd got to spend this time away together to build on your friendship.
Youâd grown to adore Lex just as much, forming a girly alliance with her and Kaz over the few days youâd been here and you knew that when you were back home the three of you would be hanging out regularly. As well as getting to know Woody a little more and you knew heâd been pushing Mason not to be such a grump with you which you appreciated.
Then there was Mason. The beautiful boy that had slowly taken your heart and ran with it and you couldnât believe you were finally at a place with him where things were getting serious. Youâd stuck to your guns and made him wait until you were ready but the fact heâd waited around and was willing to work for you made your heart thump and as you looked up into his kind eyes you knew youâd managed to find something special with him.
The six of you were laughing and sharing stories for ages. Woody teaching you more about Mason than you ever thought youâd know and you could tell Mason was hating every second of it but as you pouted at him sympathetically and kissed his jaw you knew he was fine if not a little embarrassed.
âIâm just popping to the looâ Mason told you, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he left and you used the time he was gone to walk over to the balcony. Taking a moment for yourself to think over the four days youâd had here and how now you and Mason were on the same page you couldnât wait to see where things may take you.
The sun was almost setting and even though it was one of the most beautiful things youâd ever seen, you knew something was missing. Mason said heâd be right back but you were starting to think heâd got lost somewhere and as you looked around at Freddie and Lex, and Woody and Kaz enjoying the moment together you felt your heart sink that you couldnât share this with your person.
That was until a hand on your waist made you jump but as you looked up to the culprit your favourite brown eyes were looking back at you sweetly and your heart settled on your chest now he was back.
âJust meâ he whispered, his arm wrapping around further your waist so your back was to his chest but you knew you wanted more. Turning slightly in his hold to give him a quick kiss that he deepened instantly. A complete 180 to how he was acting with you a few hours before and you smiled at the realisation you were all fine again.
âI didnât think youâd make itâ
âI wouldnât miss this for the world, babyâ he whispered. The pet name making you feel giddy as it was one heâd never used before and now it was your turn to blush at how he was making you feel. Eventually turning away from him before he leant his head on top of yours to watch the sunset and you felt your arms wrap over his to keep him in place. The feel of his lips pressing gentle kisses to the side of your face making you shiver and when he pulled you in impossibly closer you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. âHey Y/n?â
âYeah?â You whispered back. Trying to play things cool as you could tell his voice was nervous and you werenât sure what he was about to say.
âWould you be my girlfriend?â
âI think I would, yeahâ you smiled, looking back up at him shyly but the look of relief on his face made your tummy flutter. âI didnât get to poke you in the ribsâ
âThereâs always time for that laterâ he winked. His silly joke making you laugh but all you wanted in this moment was to kiss him. Not caring about how beautiful the sunset was as the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen was right in front of you and he was yours so you reached forward and pulled him in for a bruising kiss.
âDo you mind if I stay with you tonight?â you asked shyly once youâd both gotten your breath back. Resting your hands on his chest as he fully enveloped you and the bashful look on his face made your heart flutter.
âIâd be offended if you didnâtâ he teased, swaying you from side to side gently before popping a kiss on your cheek. âYou wanna swing by your room and grab some of your things?â
âSomethings telling me I wonât need anythingâ you told him. Hoping heâd catch onto what you were getting at and even though his eyebrows shot up in what looked like understanding you knew he needed a bit more from you.
âOh?â He gulped. âWhyâs that?â
âWell are you suggesting I need something to sleep in?â You asked him cheekily and the deep blush that sprung up on his nose made you carry on. âCause in my head, I didnât see me, or you for that matter, wearing anythingâ you whispered. Trying to be as sexy and sultry as you could and you saw Masons eyes darken immediately.
âYou meanâŠ?â
âI think tonight might be your lucky nightâ you whispered. Cupping his jaw to kiss him and the way he squeezed your waist excited you. Pulling away to see his black eyes frantically searching your face as you both became breathless and you knew he was ready to be alone with you.
âShall we get out of here?â
âI think we shouldâ you giggled. Taking his hand and leaving the bar without a second glance to anyone you left behind.
-
The feel of Masonâs thumb gently caressing your ribs stirred you from your sleep slightly. The warmth of him engulfing you and when you eventually opened your eyes he was looking back at you softly.
'Sorry' he whispered, clearly it not being his intention to wake you up but you were thankful that he had so you got to look at him some more. Knowing you'd never get bored of the boy in front of you.
Simultaneously you both began to giggle. Thoughts of the night before flooding your mind of how you'd both finally got to explore the other like you'd been craving and it was like you could still feel his bruising grip on you hips as you rolled your body on top of his. Still felt his hand lightly gripping your throat as he slowly fucked you from behind with his body pressed against yours. His whimpers and whines ringing through your ears that had only aided in tipping you over the edge and for someone who could be so shy around you he was a dark horse when it came to pleasing you.
âI can't believe you're finally mine' he whispered after your laughter had died down, your heart hammering in your ears at how sincere he sounded and you couldnât help but roll on top of him. Kissing him sweetly as he steadied your body on top of his.
âBelieve it buddy. No backing out nowâ
âI would neverâ he whispered. âWhat are your plans for today, beautiful?â
âDonât really have any, just a pool day I guess but I feel like Iâve not seen much of actual Malta. I was hoping we would have been out a bit moreâ you pouted and he smiled at you softly.
âWould you like to? I mean we donât have to stay hereâ
âYeah? Iâd love to go to the beachâ you smiled. âYou know, spend our first official day as a couple just the two of usâ
âOh yeahâ
âYeah, letâs fuck these lot off and go out. The towns not too far so we can have a look round at the shops and grab some lunch?â
âDo you think the others would mind?â
âI donât really care if they doâ you laughed. âLetâs say we stayed here? We would have spent all day with just each other anyway we may as well just spend it away from hereâ
âYouâve got a dealâ
âIâll go get ready thenâ you told him, but from the way his hands gripped your bum you knew he didnât want to leave his bed any time soon.
âNot yetâ he whispered and you could see exactly why he wanted to stay here from one look in his dark eyes. âPlease gorgeous, I wonât be able to think straight all day otherwiseâ
âOh poor babyâ you teased âwe donât want that do weâ
âNope, I was too excited last night. I didnât even get to have you how I wantedâ he whispered whilst rolling the pair of you over and you giggled as he was suddenly on top of you. Kissing your face gently as he pressed himself into your core and you gasped at the feel of him again.
âHow did you want me?
âLike this. I wanna look at youâ he told you lowly. Rolling his hips into you but soon enough his lips were on your neck and you felt yourself melting into the sheets.
-
Once Mason had got his own way you laid with him for a little while. Stealing kisses and stroking his cheek as he gazed at you lovingly but soon enough you were both hungry so he let you run back to your room so you didnât waste too much of the day and within the hour you were meeting him at the entrance. Him deep in conversation with Woody but as soon as he saw you his whole face lit up before you said your goodbyes and made your way into the local town.
You walked around the little shops first. Grabbing yourself a quick bite to eat before picking out a few bits for your loved ones back home and your heart melted as you watched Mason try and pick a few things out for his nieces. He spoke about his family often and you could see how much he loved them all but you knew he cared for the little ones especially. Even getting your opinion before making his final decision and with a kiss to your forehead he went to pay.
Next you went to the beach, it was fairly quiet and you allowed yourself to lay in the water and clear your mind as the sun licked your skin. Feeling the waves ripple past you gently as you got comfy by the shore but soon enough your light was blocked and a pair of lips were kissing yours.
âSorry, I couldnât resistâ he chuckled. Linking your pinkies together before joining you in the water and you realised then and there youâd never felt more at peace.
âIs there anything you want to do today? Weâve still got a few hours before we need to go backâ you asked once you were both out and drying off. Mason insisting you sit in front of him and from the way he kept kissing your shoulder and touching your thighs you knew he was just as in his feels as you were.
âIâm happy here with youâ
âThatâs not what I askedâ you giggled. âYou and Woody weâre talking earlier, did you have plans?â
âI was meant to play tennis with Woody but then Kaz wanted to play too and it wouldnât worked out with the three of us so I left them to it. Sheâs way better than me anywayâ
âWhy donât I join you?â You offered. Knowing Mason loved any type of sports and heâd been banging on about playing tennis since before youâd come out here.
âYou play?â
âNopeâ you winked. âBut I picked up mini golf quickly, Iâm sure youâll be able to whip me into shape with tennis tooâyou laughed. Watching his eyes turn dark as he nibbled his lip but within a blink the look was gone, just a pinky blush over his cheeks and nose as he thought about that statement in a different context. âWhy donât we dry off, get some late lunch then head back and join them. Then I can get packed up early so I donât have to worry about it later?â
âYouâre staying with me again tonight right?â He asked, a slight tinge of fear in his voice that maybe you couldnât but you just smiled at him.
âIf I mustâ you joked, turning in his hold so you could kiss his jaw. âOf course I amâ you confirmed and with a final squeeze you got yourselves packed up.
Mason found you a little Italian restaurant just up from the beach and he let you order for the both of you before you made your way back to the hotel. Thankfully Woody and Kaz had only been playing for ten minutes by the time you turned up and you spent a little while getting to grips with the game as Mason tried to teach you. Flashbacks to your first date where he was teaching you to play golf crept into your mind but this time he was much more touchy and kept kissing your cheek which was making you giggle like a little girl.
Things only intensified when he took his shirt off and you got to see his muscles flexing under his skin and you knew he knew you were staring and he kept winking at you and kissing you deeply whilst guiding your arms from behind but all you could think about was getting him back to his room for a repeat of this morning.
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Dinner that night was a low key affair, in fact most of you were off doing your own things so you and Mason took yourselves out to another restaurant by the beach so you could fit in one final sunset and once you were both completely full, Mason suggested going back to the hotel for a few drinks before heading back to his room.
He held your hand the whole time, not even wanting to put it down to eat as you both caught up on the few days youâd been apart. Mason eager to hear all about your event and Mason updated you on his training whilst showing you pictures of him playing tag and walking around in his little crop top that you enjoyed a lot, but your favourite thing was the beautiful smile on his face.
The bar was fairly quiet when you got back and after youâd gotten your drinks and found a table you nipped off to the loo so you could make sure you still looked presentable. Not that you thought Mason would care but the thought of sitting opposite him with sauce all over your face filled you with dread. Thankfully you were fine but as you made your way back to your table you thought you could hear Mason's voice and he didnât sound best pleased. It was only when you noticed Carl sitting opposite him did you realise why but you hung back a little to listen into the conversation and even though Carl was being his ever charming self you noticed how mason wasnât backing down and finally telling him how it is.
âAll Iâm saying is, Iâd be careful with that one mate, she was all over me the other day when we were on that jet skiâ
âOh was she yeah? See I seem to remember you being all over her, and she told me you wouldnât leave her alone at the event so sheâs not actually been around you since cause you made her uncomfortable? Pretty sure thatâs what she told meâ Mason scowled and he watched Carl's face drop.
âGot you on a tight leash already huh?â
You knew Manson would be able to handle things on his own but you didnât want him to have to sit through this. Especially knowing everything you did now about Carl so without a second thought you made your way over to Mason before he could say anything else. Placing your hand on his shoulder before sitting yourself on his legs and smiling brightly at him. âYou okay my love?â
âBetter now youâre hereâ he grinned. Pulling you further into his lap and resting his hand on your thigh as you lent down to kiss him sweetly and from the look in his eye he knew that youâd overheard a lot of the conversation.
âI donât mean to be rude Carl but my boyfriend and I were hoping for a little bit of alone timeâ you told him. Watching his lips purse at the words boyfriend but he recovered quickly and began to smirk at you in the cocky way he always did.
âI can sit here, itâs a free countryâ he shrugged, settling back into the seat like he owned the place but rather than get annoyed you just cupped Mason's jaw and made him look at you.
âShall we go back to the room then? We can start our evening earlyâ you winked at Mason, hoping it was obvious enough to them both as to what you were getting at and from Mason's red cheeks you could tell heâd understood. âHope you and your right hand have a good night Carlâ
You pulled Mason up by his hand, the pair of you giggling as you made your way into the corridor where your room was and when you came to his room he pulled your arm gently so youâd stop.
âYouâre insane, you know that?â
âMaybe a little bitâ you shrugged, letting him push you up against his door as you both giggled and when you reached around to stroke the back of his hair you felt his shoulders relax like usual. âI just want you to know youâll never have to worry about him with me, okay? Iâm all yours, Mount. Have been from the second I saw you strutting your stuff about in front of that cameraâ
âIâve known it since you walked into that room tooâ he whispered. Bumping his nose against yours before kissing your cheek. âAlso remind me to never get on your bad side. That right hand comment was brutalâ
âThe truth hurts sometimes, what can I sayâ you smiled. âHowâs about you take me in your room and you can have any side of me you likeâ
âDealâ he winked. Taking your hand in his before leading you inside for hopefully another night like the previous and as he pushed you up against the door from the inside and captured your lips with his, you knew this trip was the just the start of something beautiful with the most perfect man youâd ever met.
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masonmount mine đââïž
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Freddie_Smith you guys, I like to think I had a hand in this đ€
y/n you should forget stuff for shoots more often
masonmount are you trying to get me replaced already?
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