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backwash III | daisuke
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summary: (daisuke x f!reader) Sleep is increasingly hard to find on the Tulpar. At night the reader spends her time in the cockpit, thinking about home. When she feels the whim to sleep, she ventures back to the sleeping quarters, only to bump into Daisuke. Instead, she joins him for a midnight snack and some conversation in the lounge.
word count: 2,372
warnings: no trigger warnings! all characters are 18+
now playing: Dave Bixby - "Morning Sun"
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There was this movie I watched once when I was a kid, about a little girl who falls from the sky. Although I canât remember the title of it now. I do remember that she was a part of another world, a part of something bigger. She was important. I donât think you have us write these to talk about movies, do you? Iâm sure youâd rather hear about the operations on board, or the technical difficulties, or if thereâs been any damage to the cargo. You know, the âimportant stuffâ. Everything is running smoothly so far. Is that good?
I want to be a part of something bigger one day. Hopefully this experience will help me. Iâm grateful to have this opportunity.
DAY THIRTY-THREEâ
Pony Express allowed a maximum of five hours of sleep to their employees on haul. During those five hours, the Tulpar was shadowed by a veil of utter stillness. A silence not too dissimilar to that of a library, or that painful pause in awkward conversation. It was too quiet, which led you to stare at the ceiling until the fatigue of work or boredom got the better of you. Even when you could fall asleep, it was far from restful. Over the past month you had gotten the worst sleep of your entire life thus far. Worse than when you lived in those co-ed dorms with unruly neighbors and argumentative hallways. Worse than those nights thunder cracked down from the darkened sky and you clutched stuffed animals in your chubby, child hands. After a certain point, you had given up on finding sleep at all.
The computer screens within the cockpit would beep on occasion, the sound barely audible over the soft plucking of guitar strings in your headphones. The coords of some old folk song filled your ears instead. You sat in the captain's chair, curling in on yourself with your knees to your chest and arms around your person. Your head snuggled into the dip in your legs, cheek pressed your knee cap as you stared at the sea of glowing green.
Curly had given you permission not too long ago to sit in the cockpit at night. Within the first month of your apprenticeship, you had grown on him quite a bit. The captain had always been a kindhearted person. He was a people pleaser to his core, a man simply happy to help. Curly saw a lot of himself in you, and he knew what it was like to feel, well, restless.
âAs long as you promise not to touch anything,â he had said, prefacing his next words with a comforting smile, âyou have my permission to use your clearance to the cockpit at night. But if word gets to the higher ups, theyâll have my head, understood? We wouldnât want that, now would we?â
Normally, you tried to pay attention to how long you had been sitting there, keeping track of each song that played to count the minutes as they passed, but tonight you hadnât. With a sigh, you reluctantly stood from Curlyâs chair, deciding to give sleep another try. You slipped your Walkman into the pocket of your pajama pants and left the cockpit. Each step you took was quiet, almost imperceivable, as you walked down the hall toward the sleeping quarters. You didnât want to disturb the others, although you had a feeling nobody else was sleeping all that well either. The rusted, trusty pipes groaned as you passed, their settling moans somehow bypassing the volume of your music. It made you feel uneasy. You reached into your pocket and turned the music up a bit in an attempt to drown out the sound.Â
Rounding the corner, you finally reached the door to the sleeping quarters. Just as you reached for the door handle, it slid open seemingly on its own, causing you to flinch. Standing thereâholding a flashlight in one hand and with the other placed against his chestâwas Daisuke, looking far more caught off guard than you felt. You winced as he shined the light directly into your eyes.
âHoly shit, dude,â he breathed, voice dropped to a raspy whisper. âYou straight up scared the hell out of me. What are you doing walking around in the dark?â Daisuke adjusted his aim and shot the beam at the ceiling instead, creating enough light for the two of you to see each other a little better.
With a soft laugh, you pulled your headphones from your ears, allowing them to hang around the back of your neck. âIâm sorry. Couldnât sleep.â
âYou too?â Daisuke questioned.
âIâm surprised anyone can sleep on this thing,â you whispered. âWhere are you going?â
His eyes dropped in embarrassment as he used his free hand to rub nervous circles against the side of his neck. âIâm⌠Iâm grabbing a snack from the lounge. You wanna come?â
âYeah, if you want me to.â You didnât hesitate. Anything sounded better than tossing and turning. You stepped to the side, permitting him enough space to walk out of the doorway then alongside you.
Daisuke breathed a chuckle at your response. âI wouldnât have asked if I didnât want you to.â
âThen I guess Iâm coming,â you said in a hushed, playful tone.
Daisuke looked at you with a smile and nodded, shining his flashlight down the hall as the two of you began to walk in silence. In the quiet of the hall, the door to the lounge seemed to open with a deafening wheeze. Deep, royal blue illuminated the large room. The night-time window screen displayed a starry sky with wisp-like clouds, bathing the room with an otherworldly glow. It reminded you of going to the aquarium as a kid, surrounded by water and the smell of saltwater. You half expected to look up and see sharks and fish swimming overhead, but you knew all there would be was a dull, blank ceiling and slumbering lights.
Daisuke stuck his head through the doorway, peeking to see if anyone was already inside. When he determined that the coast was clearâalthough it wouldnât have mattered anyway considering the noise of the door, he motioned for you to follow him inside.
âHell yeah! The place is ours,â Daisuke celebrated, speaking louder once the door closed behind you two. He walked toward the vending machines with long, intentional strides. You tread on his heels, gaze fixed on him in amusement as he looked over the different options.Â
You pulled your Walkman from your pocket, then leaned against the bar, palms pressed to the countertop as you pushed yourself up, and took a seat on the cool, brown laminate. âIs there normally someone else here?â
âHmm?â He barely heard you, too fixated on what he was going to eat. As he processed what you had said, the words loading behind his eyes in a turning spiral, he ordered a pack of freeze-dried fruit and tore into the package. âOh, nah. Not usually. I mean, Iâve seen Anya in here once or twice, but sheâs always coming from medical bay. Getting coffee for those late nights, I guess.â
âShe works too much,â you noted. âI wish she wouldnât push herself like that.â
âYou two seem close.â Daisuke approached, leaning against the counter beside you.
âYeah. You could say that.â A tender smile graced your lips at the thought of you and Anya being close.
There was a pause, a brief lull in the otherwise newborn conversation. A series of crunches sounded from your right where Daisuke stood as he popped piece after piece into his mouth. You glanced over at him, the tenderness of your smile warping into something more entertained. He glanced over at you in turn, his mouth full of apple as he mustered a lopsided smile.
âHey, itâs your Walkman,â he exclaimed after a swallow, pointing at the dated tech in your lap. âWhatcha listening to?â
âOh,â you peeped with a suddenly flustered look on your face. âItâs a mix my mom made for me. Just a bunch of old folk stuff she used to play for me when I was little.â
âCan I listen?â he asked, shoving another piece of fruit in his mouth.
âS-Sure, yeah.â You unplugged your headphones and played the tape. It crackled, the old speaker not what it used to be. Or what it ever was, truthfully.
Maybe the quality of the sound would have bothered somebody else, but not Daisuke. As your small corner of the lounge filled with the sound of guitarâthe stories of rural towns, first loves, and early mornings, Daisuke set his snack on the counter and listened intently. It was far from what heâd normally like, but something about listening to it here, with you made it sound perfect.
âItâs funny, actually. I never used to like this stuff back on Earth, but lately this is the only one I want to listen to,â you said over the music.
âYou must really miss her.â Daisuke inched closer, standing less than a foot away from you as he leaned against the counter. His gaze flickered up to your face, quietly admiring the curves and arches of your profile. Under the blue light of the night time window screen, any blemish or imperfection on your face seemed to vanish. Not that he had ever noticed any imperfections on you. Matter of fact, for some reason, he couldnât imagine seeing any part of you as imperfect. Even if he tried. There was a somber look in your expression as he spoke, one that made his stomach twist in knots.
âSo much. I didnât think it would be this hard being away from home.â Your voice was just above a whisper now. You felt your eyes begin to burn, the familiar sensation of tears welling in the corners as you tried to suppress the ebbing flow. With the shake of your head, you let out a quick laugh, feeling the tension gradually lifted from your shoulders. âWhat kind of music do you like?â
Daisuke didnât blink or care about the change in discussion. He didnât care about what the two of you talked about, and he wasnât going to pry either. He knew that you would open when you felt comfortable enough to do so, and he was happy to wait however long that would take.
âA bit of everything, I guess. It kinda pisses me off when people say that and, like, they donât actually mean it.â He slid his snack off of the bar and extended it to you, shaking it as the pieces inside rattled against each other. âI have a pretty impressive vinyl collection back home. Got everything from Etta James to Duster. You should see it sometime.â
Weakly, you smiled and took a piece of the fruit from the package. âMaybe when all of this is said and done. After the haul?â
âIâd love that,â Daisuke responded quickly, eyes trailing over your face. After another moment of silence, a brief break in conversation, he shifted on his heels and looked away. âSo, you uh⌠you got anyone waiting for you back home? Yâknow, like friends? A boyfriend? Or uh, a girlfriend? If you, like, swing that way or whatever. Which would be totally cool, obviously. Iâve got a bunch of gay friends-â
âDaisuke,â you said with a hint of that ever familiar amusement in your voice. âRelax, okay?â
He looked back at you and nodded. âRight, yeah⌠So, do you?â
âFriends? Yeah, a bunch. I miss them too. But a partner, not so muchâŚâ You felt your cheeks light up, a soft pink flush dusting the peaks of your cheekbones and the ridge of your nose.
âHey, thatâs cool,â he responded, bumping shoulders with you and trying not to sound too happy about your response. âMe neither. I mean, like I said, Iâve got loads of friends. Just not the whole girlfriend boyfriend thing.â
âLook at us,â you mused. âOne in the same.â
âYup, one in the same.â Daisuke glanced back at you hopefully, then looked away. He downed the rest of his dried fruit and crumpled up the package, tossing it in the direction of a nearby trashcan and missing by a couple feet. He winced, feeling a tinge of embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck.
âYou gonna go get that?â you asked jokingly, pushed yourself from the countertop, and landed on your feet, securely tucking your Walkman back into your pocket as the music stopped.
âYeah, yeah.â He rolled his eyes and walked toward the trash before picking it up and disposing of it properly. âItâs on the way out anyway. In fact, I meant to do that.â
You trailed after him, following close behind as the two of you approached the exit to the lounge. ���Totally,â you teased, smiling up at him.
Yet again, the door slid open with that deafening screech as Daisuke and you left the lounge. Together, you walked back to the sleeping quarters. At the door, Daisuke turned to you and stopped. His brown eyes trailed over your features once more in the darkness, illuminated only by the light of the flashlight in his hands. Even in the blackness of the hallway, his smile was bright. His gap-toothed grin seemed almost bright enough to flood the entire hallway with light.
âThanks for coming with me,â he spoke quietly.
âThank you for inviting me,â you responded.
Daisuke opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words he wanted to say seemed caught in his throat. Instead, he just nodded and displayed that same smile. Your brows furrowed questioningly, an expression that made his heart skip a bit. Before you could say anything, he opened the door to the sleeping quarters and ushered you inside.
âGoodnight, [Name]. See ya in the morning.â He bit his lip, walking backward toward his room and nearly stumbling when he reached the door.
âSweet dreams, Daisuke.âÂ
With that, you slipped into your room with a strange feeling in your chest. A tightness you hadnât felt since high school, since hallway crushes and etching names into wooden picnic tables. An ache at the loss of his presence. How strange.
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I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.
#Ugh I could've made it messier though.#I tried looking at how the strawberry juice look as it's getting bitten. But looking at a closeup of a mouth eating is kinda uncomfortable#I would need to be paid to look at that again. I dropped it and just winged it. Lol#Hm. I should've at least looked up how goopy it should look. But eh. Drawings finished.#I heard wild strawberries are sour? But these ARE giant strawberries. So this might be a special special kind of strawberry.#I'm not like other strawberries. đ¤đ Lol#I can't remember what an actual strawberry taste. People made it look pretty good though.#Then again people also made dragon fruit look tasty and it turned out it just tastes like a very very desaturated pear. Lol#Hmmmm but also then again. They also make cherries look good and I LOVE cherries. đ¤ˇââď¸#That ain't the giant Crumbl cookie if anyone's wondering. Connie would probably never spend money on a Crumbl. That's a home made biscuit.#Bruh I can't spell biscuit#I watched someone biting on what I think is a Crumbl and they spit it out. And the pieces sounded like concrete as it hit the table đđđ#connverse#connie maheswaran#steven quartz universe#Lion SU#su#steven universe#skedoobles#Ah. Also scribbling this because I needed a break after burning out 3 hours of a commission's allotted time just figuring out what pose#to settle on. So like I only have five hours left to work on their piece. đŹ#my shiz#Waitaminuteee in case I unintentionally relayed it wrong. I'm not going to actually just make that allotted commission time just 5 hours no#I recognize not being able to settle a pose for THAT long in a commission is skill issue on my part so I'm not going to carve out 3 hours#Plus at least now I have poses that I *could* make a YCH out of. The body measures are going to be limited however đ¤
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a proper send off â toji fushiguro
synopsis: step daddy!toji trains ur holes stakes his claim before you go off to college ⥠â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë content warnings: taboo; step!cest, age gap (reader is over 18!), rough sex, lots of praise, teasing, heavy use of pet names, dom/sub, dd/lg, p in v, cervix-fucking, tummy bulge, buttplug, throat-fucking, edging, overstimulation, mating press, creampie â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë word count: 5.3k...straight filth â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë author notes: i was in a very specific mood when i wrote this...i hope you all enjoy!! xx not beta read !
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"Toji!" you chirped, running toward the buff older man as he exited his vehicle. His arms stretched wide as he met you on the sidewalk, leaning down to catch your small figure as you leapt into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He gripped you tight against his body, rocking the two of you back and forth.Â
You had only been apart for about four hours, but it might as well had been three months with the way the two of you clung to one another.Â
"How was orientation, my sweet girl?" Toji asked, lowering you to the ground gently, placing a light peck on the top of your head. Your small hand wrapped around his last two fingers as he guided you toward the car, opening the door and getting you settled in the passenger seat.
"Mmmm, super boring...but I learned a lot!" you beamed, shuffling your feet around the floorboards while he turned the key in the ignition.Â
The ride home was filled with you telling Toji all about your class schedule, which courses you were excited about, and how your new dorm looked after you had finished decorating it. He smiled kindly, offering the occasional hum or nod in responseâhe found your aimless ramblings so precious. Your darling voice was like music to his ears. His sweet little girl.
But something plagued his thoughts during the forty-five minute trip. A lingering appetite that he worked so hard to suppress. A dark, elusive feeling that manifested in the pit of his stomach. His grip was tight on the steering wheel, teeth gritted ever so slightly. Worry crept across his face at the realization that the dreaded day rapidly approached him. He was sure he had more time.
He was going to lose you, the inevitability of college now knocking at the door.Â
He had gotten so used to having you around, falling in love with your sickeningly sweet nature, your tantalizing aura that oozed innocence. He worried that you wouldn't make it out there on your own; even at your grown age you still looked to him for any sort of guidance, big or small. He loved it. Loved how much you depended on him, how you couldn't live without him.
He knew the sudden departure of your mother hurt you more than you let on, so he made it his mission to keep you safe, feeling wholeheartedly responsible for your well-being, even though he had only been in your life for about a year.Â
It was the most fulfilling year he'd ever experienced, far better than the time he had spent with your mother. It was unexpected, hell, it was even frowned upon, but he couldnât help how he felt. He loved you more than he ever could have loved her, feeling an odd sense of relief when she had finally left, and feeling elated when you decided to stay with him rather than her. A burning question stirred in the back of his mind; were these feelings reciprocated? He didnât dare find out the answer, instead hoping it would be presented to him first.
It didnât take much time for the truth to unfurl right before his eyes; why you really wanted to live with him rather than your mom, the (not so) innocent way you began to cling to himâŚoh, how you loved your Daddy, and how he loved his little girl, too.
Toji knew there was evil out there, people who would take advantage of your soft heart and overly-trusting nature without a second thought. He couldn't let you get hurt.
He tried his best to convince you not to go to college, or at the very least, just commute to campus each day. He wanted to keep you close, to be there for you, to protect you.Â
He was successful at getting you to take a gap year, but he could tell his baby girl was getting antsy. Your stubbornness perseveredâ adamant about furthering your education and staying in the dorms. You were set on going out on your own and he knew he couldn't stop you anymore.Â
But he couldn't send his pretty girl out into the world without breaking her in first.Â
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Upon immediate entry to your home, you were ordered to the bedroom, the rough rasp of Toji's voice echoing through your ears as you made your way to his room.Â
"Daddy, did I do somethinâ wrong," you questioned softly, lips pouted slightly, voice quiet as you fumbled with the hem of your short, pleated skirt. Seated on the edge of the bed, you kicked your feet around anxiously as he stared down at you.Â
"No, nothin' like that, sweetheart," he soothed, grasping your face in hands, his rough thumbs dragging across your blushed cheeks. Your wide eyes swam with curiosity as you stared back up at him.
"Listen t'me very closely, darlin'," he continued, crouching down to your level. Your neck instinctively relaxed, your head falling into his hands, nuzzling into his grasp. "You're going out into the world alone...I won't be around to keep you outta trouble anymore..." his voice trailed off as his eyes searched yours.Â
"Mhmm, I know, Daddy," you giggled back, "Y'tell me that everyday." This is why he loved having you to all to himself...in public, he was "Toji"; in private, you only ever called him "Daddy". His little girl was damn good at keeping secrets...it only made things more exciting.
The look in your eyes drove Toji wild; deep, enticing pools of virtue. It was only right that he got to be the one to ruin you, to give you a proper send-off. He hated the idea of you being with someone that wasn't him, so he hoped, prayed, to mold your pussy perfectly around his cock to ensure no other man could live up to the standard he set in your life.
A slight growl erupted from the back of his throat as he continued to pet you. "There's somethin' we gotta do, baby girl,'' he took a knee in front of you, his hands resting atop your plush thighs, massaging them gently.Â
"You 'member what we had talked about when you finally decided to go away for college?" he added, working his way up under your skirt. Your breath hitched as you focused on the circles he was drawing on your upper thighs, your head dropping to the side.Â
"Uh huh...I do, Daddy," you were already breathless as anticipation swirled through your stomach. Toji hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs. Your shirt was removed next, leaving you in only your lacy ankle socks and skirt.Â
"You ready? Think ya can handle this, angel?" he asked sternly as he strummed around your warm center. Your face twisted up in pleasure as he played with your pussy. "Uh huh..mmm...yes, D-daddy..'m ready," your voice wavered as his thick finger prodded at your needy hole.Â
He pushed you back onto the bed, dipping his digit into the second knuckle, curling it slightly to toy with your g spot. You were already a moaning mess for him, the high pitched whimpers that fell from your lips sent pangs of arousal straight to his dick. The way you writhed around for him at the smallest stimulation made his skin burn.Â
Every moment you spent watching him from afar, your innocent daydreams that manifested into dark desires at night, the way youâd hug him for just a bit longer than usual; each time his mind wandered to you, guilt nipping at his spineâŚit was all worth it.
He was addicted to you well before he ever actually had youâ but after that fateful night, a few weeks after the divorce was finalized and your mom moved out, with your unexpected appearance in his room as you crawled into bed with him. The way your arms wrapped so tight around him, how your soft breaths danced so delicately across his bare skin, how perfectly your nestled head fit into the crook of his neck. His appetite became insatiable...his baby girl. The smoothness of your skin as he traced drifting lines around each curve of your precious figure. He couldn't get enough.Â
Toji dipped down to kiss along your sweet skin as his finger continued to shallowly work into your dripping cunt. He licked and nipped at you, the taste of your flesh overwhelming his senses. His tongue narrowed as he got to your ear, lapping at it feverishly, suckling at your lobe. "Sound so good f'me, baby." You panted at his words, the coils in your tummy beginning to bubble up.Â
He felt you clench around him and immediately withdrew from you. You whined at his absence, your hole spasming around nothing, your thighs pressing together in a feeble attempt to quell the pulsing between your legs. He grinned at your anguished huffs as he stood, removing his clothes. Your need for release still churned in your stomach as a small groan left your lips, pouting up at him. Toji only chuckled in response. "Not yet, sweetheart..." he teased, tossing his shirt aside. He was moving in accordance with his deepest, darkest secrets...he needed you to want him, to crave him, to not want to exist without him.
You knew better than to complain, Daddy always came through for you.
"How do you wanna start, princess," he asked while discarding his jeans, his throbbing girth standing proud in front of you. He loved when you asked for what you wanted, when you spoke your mind without shame. Thatâs a big part of being independent, right? He wanted to teach you, after all.
"Can I suck it, Daddy...love the way you taste," you mewled, your words coated with neediness as you leaned forward to grasp him in your small hands, licking your lips as spit pooled in your mouth. Toji had you right where he wanted you, he worked hard to fine-tune your body to respond to him and only him. You were completely wrapped around his finger. You looked starved, desperate for his cock to pound into your throat.Â
"Of course, baby, gotta train that mouth of yours, hmm?" he teased, smirking as he positioned himself in front of you. "Already take me so well...let's see how deep you can go." His thick, dripping head pushed past your lips, your tongue swirling around his tip as you worked to take him further, choking on him as he settled in the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears as you struggled to breathe around his substantial girth. "Relax, baby girl...breathe through your nose f'me," he soothed, running his fingers through your hair before squeezing the sides of your cheeks. "Look sâpretty like this," he grunted, his hips rocking into your mouth slowly.
He worked his cock in and out, groaning at how tight your throat was constricting around him. "Mouth's so hot n wet f'me..doin so good princess," he muttered, his jaw tight as he watched his dick slide between your taut lips. He grasped at the back of your head firmly, his other hand still squeezing at your hollowed out cheeks. "Thatâs itâŚkeep it nice n tight."
His pace picked up, the sloppy sounds of Toji fucking into the back of your throat danced around the heady air of the room. You stared up at him, blinking away the tears that poured from your eyes, eager to capture the way his face twisted in pleasure as trails of spit dribbled down your chin. You loved pleasing himâŚloved the way that even the biggest and strongest menâs composure could waver. You knew Daddyâs tipping point, and you were dead-set on taking him there.
You felt him twitch inside your mouth as you hummed against him, the vibrations running through his cock and straight to his balls, his head thrown back at the added stimulation. "Mmm, there ya go, sweetheart...so fuckin' good. Pretty girl wants my cum, huh?"Â
You nodded furiously, or as much as you could with his dick in your mouth and his hand still palming the back of your head, his strokes forcing you to take all of him.Â
You gasped and coughed as Toji abruptly pulled your head off him, smearing a mixture of saliva and pre cum across your cheeks as he rubbed himself around your lips. "Open...tongue out for me, baby girl," he commanded. You obeyed immediately, your wide, pleading eyes staring up at him as Toji smacked his rock-hard girth against your hot tongue.
His hands gripped either side of your head, pulling your hair into makeshift pigtails as he shoved into your mouth again, smirking as you gagged around him, spit running between your tits and pooling in your lap. His eyes went dark at the sight, utterly consumed by how beautiful you looked while you sucked him off. God, how heâd miss his little girl. He pulled you off him again, amused at how much his princess was struggling to take him. "C'mon, doll, I know you can do better than that," he taunted, before ramming himself back in.Â
Your lungs burned while your mouth stretched wide to accommodate him, his thick head bullying the back of your throat. âStay with me,â he grunted as he left small smacks against your taut cheeks. You fought against your heavy eyelids, struggling to hold his gaze.Â
With a rough jut of his hips, your nose was flush against his pelvis while he unloaded down your throat. Tears cascaded down your rosy cheeks at the inundation, heat coursing through you at the carnal sounds that left his chest. He pulled out with a pop, leaving you sputtering and coughing. The savory warmth of his cum coated your tongue, licking your lips to ensure you didn't waste a drop.
You dizzily gazed up at him as you worked to regain your breath. "Open up, show me you swallowed it all," he murmured, his breathing labored as he cupped the underside of your chin. Your lips parted as you stuck your tongue out. Toji hummed in approval as he checked your mouth for any remaining trace of his seed. "Good fucking girl...so needy for Daddy's cum, huh?" You nodded, giggling breathlessly, your throat sore from Toji's intimidating girth.
"Lay back for me, sweetheart," he said firmly, stroking himself as he watched you readjust on the bed. Toji kneeled on the edge, grasping your legs and throwing them around his waist. "So pretty...you know those boys will be all over you, yeah?"Â
You shook your head furiously, pouting at the thought of being with anyone but Toji. "N-no, no daddy...only wan' you," you huffed, locking your feet behind his back. Your hands splayed across his abdomen, tracing lines around his prominent muscles. He leaned forward to position himself at your soaked core. "Mm..I know, doll," he cooed, his hand cupping your cheek as his other arm propped himself up. "But I gotta get you good n ready just in case. I can't have you embarrassing me out there...I did raise you, after all," he spoke low, the rasp of his voice sending chills to your core.Â
âSome of 'em will be gentle with ya,â he murmured, inching deeper and deeper into you. His face was kind, a small smile twitching on his lips. He looked down at you, his eyes brimming with adoration and arousal, the o-shape of your swollen, parted lips and flushed cheeks pulled a raspy groan from his chest.Â
He sunk into your warmth, his thick cock dragging in and out gently, his head brushing against your sweet spot with merciful thrusts.
You fussed at his teasingly slow pace, his girth stretching you out perfectly. It took every ounce of his willpower to not break you in half right then and there, driving himself into you with fervor, the jealousy biting at his spine fueling each rough jut of his hips at the thought of you with someone else. He maintained his leisurely rhythm, working you up until you reached your breaking point. "Need more..ahh...p-please Daddy...give m'more," you begged.
âMmm, I know you do...but I gotta show you what you're gonna get when you mess with boys." His unhurried strokes antagonized your milky cunt that ached to be pounded properly. You writhed around underneath him, bucking your hips in hopes that heâd give you more, but you knew your efforts were all in vain. Toji smiled down at you with a raise of his brow, still inadequately sliding into you. Oh how he loved how needy you were for him, how easy it was to make you squirm. You were close to breaking down, tears beginning to surface as you begged for him to go faster, harderâŚanything.Â
âThis isnât enough for you, is it?â he taunted, his palms on either side of your cheeks, rubbing away your tears with a quick flick of his thumbs. âUh uhâŚneed more, please,â you whined, pressing your head against his hands.Â
Toji stared down at you with a coy smile as he watched you unravel, how hungry your sopping walls were for a good pounding. He wanted to play with you some more, to have you crying over how badly you need him. "Ya like it rough, isnât that right, my sweet girl?â He toyed with your puffy clit as his tempo remained steady. âLove when I use you as my pretty little fleshlight, yeah?â
You nodded furiously. He grinned down at you, pulling your hips up toward him as his tempo suddenly changed, the new angle pounding directly into your g spot.Â
âAâŚahh!! F-fuckkk, Daddy,â you cried out, your head bouncing around to match his forceful rhythm. His hips were mercilessly rutting into you, every jolt bringing you closer and closer to your release as he continued to thumb at your swollen clit. You clenched around him, eyes locked on his as short pants left your lips.
"No, baby...not yet." He pulled out immediately, flipping you, lifting your hips as he shoved a pillow under your stomach. His hands rubbed circles into the flesh of your ass as he prodded himself against your cunt. You moaned, ready to complain to him as your body ached for release. His palm found the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress, successfully silencing you. âShhâŚlet me play with you, princess.â
Toji flipped up your skirt to reveal the pink rhinestone nestled perfectly between your cheeks. "That's my girl, kept it in all day f'me, hmm?" He gripped the plug and pulled it out, spitting a fat glob of saliva onto the hole before circling the sensitive ring and shoving it back in, plunging the toy in and out of your tightness.Â
Your hips pushed toward him, your already broken resolve absolutely crumbling from the prodding sensation in your ass. You prayed he'd let you cum soon. An unbearable ache coursed through you; a dull, evil reminder of your denied orgasms.Â
"M-mmhm..wanna be so good f'you, Daddy.â Your head spun, the static sobs that ripped though your sore throat bounced through the room, echoing through Toji's ribcage and ricocheting around his heart.
He couldn't help the twisted smile that cracked across his face, his precious little girl, how obsessed you were with his cock, how gluttonous you were to have him nestled within your gummy walls.Â
Truth be told, he was ravenous for your warmth. He loved how quickly he could wind you up and how easy it was to make you snap. He adored the way you shook when he'd bottomed out against you, the precious sounds that you made only for him.
His chest tightened at the gnawing thought of not having you anymore. He couldn't let you know that...couldn't show you how badly he needed you, how much he loved you and your perfect pussy. He gritted his teeth at his insecurities; his nagging fear of losing you, how he dreaded letting you go. How desperate he was to make this last forever.Â
He prodded himself in and out... in and out... iiin and ooout, only giving you about an inch each time before he removed himself again, his brows furrowed with a hungered expression, wanting to savor the way you sucked him in with greed. Your hole clenched down on him in a pitiful attempt to keep him inside, only for him to leave you empty once more. "P-plea..se, Daddy," your voice trembled, "Need you so so bad," your head thrashed around as you babbled, your thighs shaking as Toji tormented your gushing cunt. He smirked down at your twitching frame, getting off on how needy you were, how your back arched so deeply in hopes that he'd push all the way in.Â
"Already cock drunk and I've barely fucked you, hmm?" His aching cock teased at your spasming entrance some more, his fingers pushing and pulling the plug in and out of your ass. Your soft whines circled around his head, his chin tucked into his clavicle as he watched your holes stretch at the intrusions. âMy dirty fuckinâ girlâŚyou love when I tease you, donât ya?â
âIââ your words caught in your throat as he shoved all the way, the head of his cock caressing the deepest parts of you with ease, the delicious girth of his member stretching you out so fucking perfectly. Your cheek pressed firm against the mattress, hands pulling at the sheets, your fists balled up tight around the fabric as overstimulating pleasure raked through you. Relishing in sinful bliss as Daddy finally gave you what you so pitifully longed for, the rough jerk of his hips smacking into the fat of your ass.
Toji was unraveling. His darkened gaze raked up and down your figure, reveling in the way your flesh rippled at the strength of his unrelenting strokes. He leaned over, one hand pressed into your lower back, the other grabbing hold of your bunched up skirt, pulling you to meet his thrusts.
âS-soâunghâso deep, Daddy,â you mewled. Toji smirked, reaching around to press a firm palm against your tummy, growling as he felt himself deep in your gushy walls. âMmm, I know, princess, but youâre taking me so well.â His brutal pace was splitting you in half. It felt unreal, impossible even, that nirvana had begun to manifest within your reality in the form of Tojiâs thick cock absolutely destroying you, your gushing cunt greedily sucking him in, yearning to savor your little slice of paradise.Â
âGod, this pussy was made for me, huh? So fuckinâ perfect.â His filthy words sent undulations of ecstasy through you, making you constrict around him, the coils in your stomach forming once again.
âYouâre gettinâ close, arenât ya,â he huffed out, his fingers trailing lower to rub your clit. You clenched down on him, a tell-tale sign of affirmation. His thick tip brushed against your cervix, making you cry out, relishing in bliss on the steps toward heavenâs gates.
âAhhh! Y-yes!âŚoh, Daddy, yes!â You were a blubbering mess, the tightening sensation in your stomach increasing tenfold at his added stimulation.
Tojiâs mind was in shambles as he battled his own filthy conscience, torn between denying your pleasure once more or redirecting his attention toward his new goal: make you fall apart on him over and over again. He struggled to weigh his options as your cock-drunk cries echoed through the room, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin clouding his mind.
âGrippinâ me sâtight, princess. Fuuuckâ wanna cum, baby girl?â His jaw locked as his fingers dug into your soft skin. âMhmâŚ,â your voice was airy as you nodded vigorously, trying your hardest to form coherent sentences as his heavy balls slapped against you, â...pleasepleaseplease, Daddyâugnhhâwanna cum sâbadâŚwanâ cum fâyou,â you rambled, drunk off the way he was splitting you in half. The squelching sounds of your greedy little cunt coupled with your staggered whimpers and filthy begging finalized his desicion; Fuck breaking you in, Daddy was going to break you.
âThatâs itâŚcâmon, baby,â his mean, persistent thrusts made your head spin, his fingers rubbing quick circles against your throbbing clit. âCum. Now. Make a mess on Daddy,â he growled. Your eyes screwed shut, his permission ringing through your ears as you felt the tension in your stomach finally snap. Your face contorted as you squirted, painting your sweet juices onto his strong thighs. An animalistic growl broke through Tojiâs chest as he worked you through your blinding orgasm, spurred on by the warm spray beading down his lower half and onto the mattress below you.
He pumped into you a few more times before pulling out. You nearly sobbed at the emptiness. As overstimulating as Daddyâs cock was, you couldnât help but revel in the way he stuffed you. Your head spun while he manhandled you, flipping you onto your back, his strong hands pressing against your thighs. âHold your legs there fâme, pretty girl,â he rasped. You diligently obeyed, your shaking hands anchoring into the pits of your knee, pulling your legs deeper into your sides as he rubbed himself against your drenched folds, the firm pressure of his shaft against your clit sending chills through your exhausted body.
You stared at him with a low-lidded expression.Your mouth fell agape while he smacked his member against your clit. A trail of spit dribbled from the corner of your mouth as he sunk back into you, your eyes shooting open as you cried out for him. He returned to his harsh pace immediately, giving you no time to recover from your orgasm. His hands replaced yours against the back of your legs. You clawed down his taut abdomen as he used his new found leverage to bury himself deeper inside you with every rough bump of his hips.Â
âD-daddyâahhh!â âs too much,â you cried out, your palms pressing into his torso in hopes heâd slow down a bit.
âMove your fuckinâ hands,â he growled, âBe goodâŚplay with your pussy fâme,â his cock colliding with the furthest wall of your gushing cunt. His palm pressed against your tummy, nasty groans falling from his lips as the added pressure made you even tighter. âYou jusâ feel too good, princess.â His breathing staggered as he reveled in your warmth.
âSo deepâŚoh, fuuuck! Daddy youâre so f-fucking deep,â you babbled, your words drawn out as electricity shot to your core, your fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. Your walls fluttered, the churning in your stomach returning with urgency. You clenched down around him, guiding the head of his cock to drive straight into your sweet spot.Â
âFuckinâ milkinâ meâŚgonna come again, baby girl?â You nodded profusely, ears ringing as your eyes rolled back. Your brain was numbâhe was all you could feel, the only thing that made sense; Daddy. You were delirious, dickmatised, even. Oh how badly you wanted to marinate in this bliss, to make it last forever.
âGimme another oneâŚcâmon,â Tojiâs foundation wavered as he stared down at you, pure, unadulterated lust swirling around his irises. He was about to break, utterly consumed by all things you. The sweet sounds you made for him, how perfectly your cunt molded around him, the way your sloppy walls hugged him so tight as you came around him once more. You were made for him and vice versa.Â
âThatâs it babyâGoodâŚFuckingâŚGirl.â You cried out as his thrusts emphasized his praise, burying himself impossibly deep, his head kissing your womb.Â
Every neuron in your body fired off at once as his strokes persisted. You were beyond saving, your entire existence orbiting around the man that was actively breaking you in half. He was the driving force in your life, the sole reason your atoms continued to vibrate and your heart pumped crimson through you. He was everything.Â
Toji watched as you fell apart, expelling all the air from his lungs as he released a deep, guttural moan. The sight of your trembling body and the feeling of your quivering cunt around him made his heart beat with such fervor it practically slammed into his ribs. But it wasnât enough, not right now. Not in the state of vulnerability, of fear, that he found himself in. He wasnât ready for this to end. And it wasnât going to, not if he could help it.Â
He grinned down at you, his words bouncing around your skull as you attempted to wrap your head around his request: âAgain.â
You wanted to give up, knowing damn well it would break you if you came any more. But when Daddy demanded another orgasm from his sweet little girl, you delivered. Youâd be foolish not to.
âOne moreâŚjust give me one more,â he coaxed, his fingers replacing yours, thrumming viciously at your clit. âCâmon, baby girlâŚMake me proud,â his head cocked to the side as he watched your pleading eyes shut once more, succumbing to the waves you had no choice but to ride.
Another soul-crushing orgasm raked its way through you. Every sense in your body dulled and heightened simultaneously. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you cried out in delight, your body drowning in a lethal dose of euphoria.Â
After a few more pumps, he leaned down to press his chest against yours. Your shaking legs locked behind his back as he bottomed out, tugging your hips up as he shot a thick load deep inside you. You were breathless, light-headed, stuck in a state of ecstasy. Even with an empty head, you knew one thing for certainâ triumph. The sounds he was making told you everything you needed to know. You were so good for Daddy. Your nails dragged across his back while you wrapped him up in your arms, desperate to feel as much of him as you could.Â
Toji sat back up, pulling out of you as he crouched down at your core, spreading your puffy lips with his thumbs, beaming with pride as he watched his cum dribble out. You were his. âDid so good for me, princess.â He placed a gentle kiss on your clit as he realigned his face with yours, âMade me so proud.â
You offered only a small smile in response, reeling in enlightenment. You laid still while he cleaned you up, though you didnât really have a choice. Your legs were numb and your back ached with a dull, constant reminder of who you truly belonged to. No one could fill the space that Toji held in your life. You werenât going anywhere.
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Your tired bodies laid intertwined, the sound of synchronized breaths drifted through the room as the two of you relished in post-coital bliss. The love that pulsed from his chest into yours solidified your decision. There was nowhere else you wanted to be.Â
âDaddy?â you hummed while he rubbed deep circles into your lower back.
âYes, baby girl?â
âIâŚI think Iâm gonna take another gap year.â You could hear a pin drop in the deafening silence that fell between the two of you as your words hung in the still air. Your heart thrummed as you waited for his response, anxiety running rampant in your body in hopes that he wouldnât be angry with you. But you needed him. You knew where you belonged.
Your admission rang through Tojiâs ears. His breath quickened every so slightly as his calloused hands dragged up and down your body, his lips pressing into the top of your head. It took every fiber of his being to keep his composure, to not jump from his skin at his victory. He did it.Â
âIf thatâs what you want, princess. I support you.â His voice was steady, but his nonchalance was insincere. He was elated. He got to keep his little girl around, and he had no intention of letting go.Â
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in the clouds | m.s. |
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: matt is taking y/n home to boston to meet his parents for the first time, and y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. but once they've been in the air for a few hours and boredom begins to get to them both, they find a way to occupy themselves.
warnings: smut; established relationship; mutual masturbation; p in v; dirty talk; a little fluff if you squint; unprotected sex; 18+
notes: i wrote this suuuuper quick so def not my best work, but it's been a while since i posted something so i wanted to get something up here. i hope ya'll enjoy!!!
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âHave a great flight.â The lady at the terminal gate said to me with a smile as she handed me my scanned ticket. âThank you.â I replied before walking towards my boyfriend, Matt, who was waiting for me a few feet ahead. Once I reached him, he grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. âYou ready?â He asked, to which I inhaled a deep breath and nodded apprehensively.
Matt and I met at a party about eight months ago, and had hit it off right away. I had been drawn in by his sunken blue eyes and withdrawn behaviour that night, but grew hooked by his kind nature and complex personality once we began speaking regularly. We made it official less than a month after meeting, and had been inseparable since. Our relationship developed into something quite serious rather quickly, but things still somehow felt new and exciting everyday.
Today, we were flying back to his hometown in Boston, where I was going to meet his parents for the first time. Although he had reassured me countless times that MaryLou and Jimmy were going to love me, I couldnât help but feel a bit intimidated by meeting two of the most important people in Mattâs life. Not only that, but I had also never been in a relationship that grew serious enough to meet the parents of my significant other before now; so the unknown territory made the whole ordeal all the more daunting.
Mattâs triplet brothers Chris and Nick had left for Boston the day before, as I had to stay in Los Angeles an extra day for work. This added another unsettling element, as I had grown so used to the presence of the other two on a day-to-day basis. However, what that meant was Matt and I had a good excuse to buy first class tickets instead of the usual economy tickets. This brought me some relief, as I had never sat in first class before and knew that I would be able to relax much easier than I had on previous flights.
Arriving at the front of the plane, we were guided by the flight attendant to the fifth row of seats and I gasped. In front of me was a spacious row with just two large seats. The seats were joined together â separated only by an arm rest â but both had a ridiculous amount of leg room, and there was even a privacy curtain available to use at the end of the aisle.
âOh my god Matt, this one row is almost as big as my entire bedroom at home!â I exclaimed excitedly before hurrying into my window seat. Matt chuckled before following me into the row and getting comfortable in his own seat beside mine. âI take it you like it?â He asked sarcastically, though I still nodded my head like an enthusiastic toddler. âWell, get settled in baby. Weâve got a five and a half hour flight ahead of us.â He leaned over the cushioned arm rest between our seats and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I sighed at the reminder before investigating the small gift bundle beside my seat. There were a few snacks, some travel-sized toiletries, and a pillow and blanket; I couldnât help but squeal from excitement. âHoly shit Matt! Look at this stuff!â I quickly unfolded the blanket and wrapped myself in it as he did the same. âI know, itâs cool right. And it doesnât stop there, watch this.â Matt smirked before reaching under his chair, when suddenly his seat reclined all the way back and transformed into a bed.
âWHAT?â I exclaimed before searching under my own seat for the recline handle. I giggled as my chair fell back and I was suddenly horizontal. âOh my god, I am in heaven.â I sighed blissfully, stretching my arms above my head in bliss. âAnd look,â Matt continued, reaching for the arm rest and pushing it back so that it became flush with our beds, âNow we just have one big bed to share.â He giggled before scooting closer to my side while simultaneously grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. I laughed and rolled over so that I could face him; propping myself up on my elbow and gazing down at him. âThank you Matty.â I said before planting a gentle kiss on his eyelid. âYou donât have to thank me, Y/n,â He chuckled, âI just canât wait for my parents to meet you.â My heart fluttered from his words, and I repositioned my body so that I could curl into his.
âI canât wait to meet them, either. I mean, Iâm nervous as fuck but I really do want to get to know the two people who created you three weirdos.â I closed my eyes, feeling my body relax as the plane began moving down the tarmac. Matt mindlessly rubbed my back as we laughed, just waiting for the unmistakable sensation of the plane taking off.
Once we were finally in the air, I rolled over to fetch my air pods from my backpack. âLetâs listen to some music, I canât stand all this white noise in here.â I said, handing the left pod to Matt and keeping the right for myself. Once they were secured in both of our ears, I scrolled through my Spotify account to find mine and Mattâs shared playlist before hitting shuffle. I fell onto my back and closed my eyes as the music played in both of our ears; growing more and more comfortable as my eyes grew heavy and the sensation of sleep began to overtake me.
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I was awoken from my deep sleep by the sound of a baby wailing a few aisles behind me. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I woke with a startle before remembering that I was on a plane. Slightly disoriented, I checked the time on my phone to discover that we had been in the air for four hours. I was shocked that I was able to sleep that long on a flight, since usually in the economy seats I would struggle to even get 45 minutes of true rest. I looked to my right at Mattâs sleeping figure. He was lying on his stomach with his peaceful face turned in my direction â very clearly having as deep of a sleep as I was previously having. His dark eyelashes fluttered slightly every now and then, and due to the way his face pressed against the small pillow, his pink lips were squished into an exaggerated pout.
Admiring his undeniable beauty, I had to resist the urge to lean over and pepper him with kisses. Instead, I went on my phone and began scrolling through our music playlist. After queuing a few songs, I moved onto my camera roll to kill some time as I felt boredom begin to overtake me. I felt like the biggest loser ever as I scrolled through the countless photos I had taken of Matt and I over the past few months with a corny smile plastered to my face. We truly had spent nearly every single day together since that first night that we met, and I had been sure to capture as many memories on camera as I could.
I continued to scroll for a few moments before coming across a particular memory that caused me to audibly gasp. It was a video that Matt and I had made about a month before. Our first and only sex tape. Before playing the video, I snuck a glance at Matt to make sure he was still sleeping and turned the volume down to zero so that it wouldnât play through the air pod that was still resting in his ear. Cautiously, I hit play on the video and watched from Mattâs angle as he pounded into me from behind. To be completely honest, I had totally forgotten that we had taken that video and hadnât even watched it before, so I stared in awe as our bodies collided again and again. The only issue was that I so badly wanted to hear the audio as my curiosity notoriously got the better of me in situations such as this. I was curious to know what I really sounded like during sex, and knew that listening to the audio was one of the only ways that I could.
Suddenly, I had an idea that would not only allow me to listen but would also have the potential to wake Matt up. Looking at him once again with a smirk across my face, I started the video from the beginning; this time with the volume about halfway up. Instantly, my right ear was filled with the unmistakably erotic sounds of our sex; body parts smacking against one another, loud moans, and the occasional dirty phrase falling from one of our mouths.
With the brightness on my phone turned down low, I watched intently at our moving bodies on my screen. I could only pull my eyes away to take a quick glance at Matt, who was beginning to shift around slightly under the blanket. I watched him for a moment, noticing that his eyes were still closed and he appeared to still be sound asleep. Growing frustrated that he still wasnât waking up, I turned the sound on my phone to maximum volume just as the recorded version of him and I were reaching our climaxes. The crude noises became more and more erratic as the volume increased, and suddenly Mattâs blue eyes shot open.
He scanned the area frantically, obviously disoriented and confused by the sounds swarming his ears. When his eyes finally met mine and he noticed the playful smile on my face, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes sarcastically. âY/n, what the fuck are you watching?â He asked through a chuckle before leaning towards me to take a glance at my phone screen. âOh my god, youâre ridiculous.â He added once he caught a glimpse of the two of us in the video; falling onto his back and covering his eyes with his crossed arms.
I collapsed into a fit of laughter before innocently replying, âWhat?â, fluttering my eyelashes and softening my voice. He simply shook his head, but I could see his lips curling into a smile behind his protective arms. âDonât get me started, baby. Get some rest.â Was his reply, and I grumbled internally. I was far from tired, not only because I had already slept for four hours, but because I had just worked myself up for the past few minutes by watching that video. Still, I reluctantly obliged by hitting shuffle on our playlist once again before finding a comfortable position to attempt to get a bit more sleep.
My eyes were closed, my breathing was steady, but my body was wide awake; so I felt the shift that came from Matt sitting up in the bed. I was laying on my side with my back facing him, but through the soft music playing in my ear I could hear the privacy curtain slide across its rod. My eyes stayed shut as I felt the warmth of his body pressing up against me. I pretended to not feel his hand gently gliding across the curves of my hips, or his hardening member nudging against my thigh. However, once his lips pressed against the sensitive spot on my neck, my body began to fail me in its pretend ignorance. He delicately sucked on my thin skin, and my pulse began to quicken. His cool breath tickled my neck and I shivered in anticipation. His hand slowly traveled from my hip down my stomach, before finally reaching under my waistband towards my core, and I released a shaky breath.
I felt his lips upturn into a smile against my neck at my clear response. âOh, so you are awake.â He teased, moving his hand away from my heat and resting his chin in the crook of my neck. I opened my eyes to a squint and looked at him. âWhat are you doing?â I asked with a slight whine in my voice. He scoffed dramatically. âWhat, you think you could play a video like that and expect me not to get worked up?â I smiled shyly before responding. âI just wanted to wake you. I was bored.â He scooted himself even closer to me, so that now our bodies were pressed tight against each other. âOh yeah?â He placed a kiss to my neck again, this time tugging lightly at the skin with his teeth. âAnd what did you want to do to try to counteract this boredom?â He whispered, and my breath hitched as he brought a hand under my shirt and began fondling my sensitive nipples.
I closed my eyes before turning my body so that I was now facing him. âMatt, we are on a plane right now.â I said, my voice dropping to a whisper by the end of my sentence. He smirked before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. âThatâs what the curtain is for, sweetheart.â My eyes shifted to the space behind him, where the curtain was shut and properly secured by a hook near his head. My focus was brought back to him as I felt his hands gently begin tugging down my sweatpants. âYou just have to be quiet for me, okay?â I gulped nervously before nodding my head mindlessly, already growing distracted by the arousal beginning to form in my panties.
Matt pulled me closer to him before placing a soft kiss against my lips. His hand gently ran up and down my inner thigh, just barely grazing my heat with each stroke. He placed another kiss against my lips, this one longer and deeper than the first, and he put his right leg between my knees to prop them up and apart. Our mouths moved against each other in sync, and my hands began to travel through his hair, over his shoulders, and finally down to his stomach. I hissed when he finally cupped his hand over my heat, his thumb just barely resting on my clit. Even through the thin layer of fabric that was my panties, the contact was intense. âMmm, baby, youâre already so wet for me.â He mumbled gruffly against my lips, causing me to squirm.
âTouch me Matty, please.â I begged softly, my eyes pleading as my core began to throb. He chuckled, our teeth clanking together gently, before attacking my neck with his mouth. âSo needy, huh? You want these fingers?â He cooed, sliding two of his fingers â now hooked under my panties â up my slit to collect my juices. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip as I nodded frantically. âMhm.â Was all I managed to get out in response to his question. âWhat was that? I couldnât quite hear you.â He was taunting me, both with his words and with his fingers as he toyed with my outer folds. I squirmed again, shifting slightly so that I was more on my back so that I could widen my legs easier. âN-need your fingers baby.â I managed to groan out, doing my best to keep my voice low so that our actions could go unnoticed by everyone around us.
Now leaning over me slightly, he looked down at me with hooded eyelids and a matching smirk. âThatâs my girl.â He replied before finally rubbing circles on my swollen clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I became engulfed in the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation. I opened my eyes to find his traveling across my face. He had clearly been watching me in my state of ecstasy, and his blown out pupils and parted wet lips were clear signs that he was liking what he was seeing. Suddenly, a sharp moan escaped my lips as he plunged two of his fingers into me, and he quickly planted a firm hand over my mouth to prevent any more noises as he curled his fingers in and out of me mercilessly. The sensation became almost too much once he connected the base of his palm to my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his other movements, and almost without thinking I began clawing at the waist band of his sweatpants; desperate to feel more of him.
I pulled his sweats and his boxers down in one swift movement, and immediately began toying with his rock hard cock. Looking up at him as he continued his movements, I brought my hand to my mouth and allowed my collected saliva to drip onto it before bringing it back to his member. I began milking the tip of his cock and immediately noticed a change of pace in his fingers on my cunt. I watched his face as his eyes fluttered shut momentarily and his ears began to grow red. âFuck, Y/n.â He moaned softly, his words alone enough to drive me crazy. I continued to stroke him, feeling each and every vein along his sizeable shaft, as I felt the familiar tingling sensation of an orgasm fast approaching.
âI-I need more of you Matty. Give me your cock please.â I was really begging now. My legs were beginning to shake and I was close to losing all control, but I wanted to cum around him. I watched as Mattâs eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as his dick twitched in my hand, a clear sign that my words had an impact on him, too. âTurn on your side.â He commanded, and I immediately obliged. Once I was facing away from him, he wasted no time in lying down beside me â one of his arms wrapped across my chest and massaging my right tit â and sliding his cock into my soaking wet pussy.
We both couldnât help but release small moans at the satisfying feeling that came from him bottoming out, but he gave me little time to adjust to his size before thrusting into me almost desperately. Using his grasp on my tit, he pushed my back against his chest so that my body was flush with his. âJesus baby, youâre so tight.â He praised softly, his mouth pressed against my ear as his hips continued to snap against my ass. I couldnât manage a reply, instead I brought my right hand up to grab onto the back of his neck. I fell into a deep trance from the feeling of my spongey walls stretching and moulding to his cock as if they were two matching puzzle pieces. He left sloppy open mouthed kisses all along my face, growing careless with his movements as the pressure in my lower half began to grow almost unbearable.
âYouâre close, arenât you sweetheart.â He breathed against my hair. I couldnât do much more than nod my head. âItâs okay, let go. Just be a good girl and stay quiet for me okay?â He used his free hand to once again cover my mouth in anticipation of what might come just as my orgasm bubbled over. I did everything I could to stay silent, but as my orgasm tore through me a plethora of moans fell from my lips and into his gentle hand. My grip on the back of his neck tightened and my back arched away from his torso as I felt the unmistakable warm spurt of fluid stream from my cunt.
Just as I began coming down from my high, Matt released a few short grunts before halting his movements entirely. âFuuuuck.â His profanity came out in a breathy sigh. His forehead fell to my shoulder, and I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me as he painted my walls with his cum. After a moment, I felt his body relax behind me and he collapsed onto his pillow. For a little while, the only sounds coming from our little corner of the plane was the sound of our ragged breathing as we attempted to regain our composure.
âWell,â Matt eventually began, sitting up and lifting the blanket, exposing the wet spot in the bed that my squirt created, âHow are we gonna explain this one?â I took a moment to look at it before sliding my sweats back on. âEasy, we just tell them that you got a little scared of the turbulence and pissed yourself.â He rolled his eyes as he put his pants back on as well, and I laughed. âYouâre something else kid.â
Just then, a womanâs voice came from behind the closed curtain. Matt looked at me quickly to ensure that I was fully clothed before opening the curtain and coming face to face with an older flight attendant. âHi there.â She said, her voice cheerful and her face plastered with a fake smile. âWeâre going to be making our landing in Boston in about thirty minutes, please return to an upright position as soon as you can.â Matt nodded his head and gave her a quick smile before she promptly moved down to the next row of flyers. As soon as she was out of earshot, he gave me a cheeky side eye and we both immediately broke into fits of laughter.
âWe timed that well.â He said through his laughter and I covered my face with my hands. âI canât believe we just did that.â I replied, shaking my head as I came to the realization that I had just fucked my boyfriend on a commercial flight. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. âWeâre in the mile high club now, baby.â He kissed the top of my head. âNow letâs get our seats back up. Only thirty minutes until you meet my parents!â
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WITH THE RED DRESS ON mv1
summary: Max finally has a free time, all for his girlfriend after working for so long and he wants to make a night that theyâd remember.
warnings/contents: max being a sweetheart, brief mention of reader being petite, garter and stockings, slight size kink and stomach bulge mention. oral (f) and pinv
an: inspired by Red Dress by MAGIC! ENJOY!! (this was so not the dress i was envisioning)
Max had been waiting in your room for what felt like ten thousand lifetimes.
He told you about two hours ago that he had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. He watched you through the open closet door. Your makeup was done, your hair was ready and you even had a pair of shoes set aside but Max had already seen you try on five different dresses.
He looked at the time on his watch â 09:01 P.M. If you donât make it to the restaurant before nine thirty his reservation will be discarded and youâll probably be seated at a terrible table, not the one he picked at the outside area of the place.
At this point, all Max wanted to do was walk into the closet and make you fall apart on his tongue and his cock until you regret making him wait so long. He couldnât take any more of you wearing only see through panties and those fucking pantyhose as you looked for the next dress.
As he walked over to you, Max debated on skipping dinner and just having you to himself but he remembered why he was doing this anyway. You mentioned how youâve been working over time and wanted to make a night that youâd remember.
âItâs nine, darlingâ his hand snaked around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.
âI know, Maxie, just havenât found anything to wearâ
He stared down at the arm wrapped around your waist â 9:05 P.M.
âPut on whatever, youâll look good regardlessâ he kissed your neck and walked back out.
Max left the bedroom to refresh, he paced around the kitchen before pouring two glasses of water. He finished his water and even put the cup back before walking back to the room with yours. When he walked into the closet you had already taken off another dress.
âI didnât even get to see that one onâ he handed you the glass.
âIt looked terrible, need to get rid of that one.â
ââkay, you have fifteen more minutes. We need at least five to get there.â
He grabbed your empty glass and made his way back out. Max decided to stay outside to ease his anxiety away so he threw himself on the couch with a sigh before pulling out his phone to scroll mindlessly. As much as he tried keeping his mind on his phone it started to wander back to you. You in your pantyhose, you in his shirt last night, you in nothing this morning.
He was starting to lose it but with exactly ten minutes left on the clock he heard the bedroom door close. His head snapped back, chin settled on the couchâs backrest as he looked at you, smiley eyes twinkling in the dim light.
ââM ready. Can you take my phone in your pocket?â
âWowâ
âDo you like it?â
He walked over to you, taking your hand in his and making you spin around for him. You chuckled at his actions, finally feeling pretty and comfortable in your outfit. He pushed you up against the closest wall and kissed you with need but you stopped him almost instantly, making him groan.
âThought we were lateâ you teased ânow you have lipgloss on your mustacheâ
He looked down at you as you wiped his mouth with your thumb. The small red dress fits you perfectly, hugging your chest and snatching your waist before flowing more freely around your hips. Maybe a little too freely, Max thought, as a quick wind could make it flow higher than youâd wish. But you felt good and it was perfect for a summer night.
On the way to the restaurant all he could think about was how he would take that dress off the second you got home.
As you sat down at your table you started telling him how much you appreciated that he used his time off for a simple night like this with you. He wasnât really paying attention and if you were being honest, you could tell. His eyes were shifting from your lips to your chest to your hair to your eyes but never hearing a word you were saying.
âMax!â you called, pulling him away from his daydreaming âI want the same as always, do you need the menu?â
âHuh? No, sorryâ
He ordered for you both, including a red wine and turned back to you, face red with embarrassment.
âShiraz?â
âWhat? Itâs what you always have with this dish, no?â
âItâs probably the most aphrodisiac wine everâ
âWell, I didnât know that. But I guess weâll have a fun night thenâ
You wouldâve teased him about you finally knowing more about something but Max was distracting you too. His beard was more present than normal and you had done his hair yourself, just the way you liked it. But what you stared the longest at were the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, and how his chest filled it.
You eventually caught each other starring and chuckled, quickly falling into daily banter. He had you feeling like a teenager with every small flirty comment about you. When the plates came you were both about to lose your minds. You were feeling hot all over, your feet running up and down his calves under the table.
âStop teasing meâ
âFinish up, we can skip dessert tonightâ
Max ate as fast as he possibly could, almost choking from not chewing enough.
Max probably drove over the speed limit all the way back to his apartment but you were inside in less than ten minutes.
âBaby, slow downâ you chuckled as he completely attacked your neck and jaw.
He had pressed you against the wall right next to the front door, his hands fisting your wrists above your head as his hips pressed against yours.
âCanâtâ he muttered, âyou made me wait so long. Just wanted to bend you over in your closet and fuck you so goodâ
âMaxieâ you whined at his proposal.
âI know, love, câmon, lemme make you feel good.â his hands traveled down to your thighs, pulling them up so he could pick you up and walk you to your room.
You giggled on your way in, his soft hair tickling you as he kissed down the straps of your dress. He placed you on the bed, legs dangling off the edge and kneeled down in front of you. Max reached for your shoes and started unbuckling them slowly.
âMax! Just pull them off.â you told him in a groan.
âYou told me to slow downâ he kissed your knee.
You rolled your eyes and waited as he pulled them off and smiled when he finally started kissing up your calf. You lifted your torso onto your elbows to look at him as his lips brushed against your skin through your stockings making you shiver. He kissed all the way up to your naked thighs, placing his head between them as he went under your skirt.
You chuckled again and bunched up your skirt around your waist to find his face buried between your legs, kissing closer and closer to your middle. Your hands ran through his sandy hair, messing it up before you tugged on it to make him look up.
âC'mon, Maxâ
He dragged his lips past your underwear and started leaving kisses up your stomach, biting the skin that covered your hip bones.
âTake this offâ he told you and got up from his knees.
Max watched you unzip and take off your dress as he unbuttoned his own shirt and took off his shoes. His eyes caught how your tits were almost spilling out of the thin lace bra and how you shivered as the cold air hit your skin, your hairs going up and your nipples getting hard. He walked back over to you, standing between your knees as he looked down at you.
âArenât you just the prettiest?â he ran his big palm up your stomach right to your tits, folding the bra under them. âAnd look at these, fuck!â
He took one of your tits in his hand and bent over you to mouth at the other. He took everything he could into his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around your nipple. You arched your chest into him, running your fingers through the short hair on the back of his head.
âMaxie,â you whined, bucking your hips up to feel him growing against you, âplease, need you so badâ
He listened to your pleas and popped your breast out of his mouth, starting to kiss down your sides and leaving a mark right on your ribs. His fingers hooked on the straps that connected the stockings to the garter around your waist and unsnapped them, freeing him to tug your underwear down your legs.
âYou know what? I like the strapsâ
âThought soâ you teased as he snapped them back together and pulled away from you to see them.
Max got down on his knees again, this time throwing your legs over his shoulders to bring your cunt as close as possible to his face. The kisses he left to your thighs were loud and wet, making you squirm in anticipation. When he finally got to your cunt all he did was gently lick at your clit, slowly and barely applying any pressure. He felt you shiver under him as his tongue slowly worked harder against your core, applying more pressure with every small lick.
You pulled his head closer to your cunt, forcing him to dive in properly and push his tongue to your hole. You moaned when he circled it around the opening and took it right back to your clit. Max did love to drive you insane but he was done teasing so he finally took your clit between his lips and sucked on it. You pushed your hips to his face and he smiled, happy with the state he had gotten you to. He took his fingers up to your cunt and spread your wetness around before pushing them in, you clenched around them, feeling them pump in and out of you.
âMax, babyâ you whined
âWhat is it, love?â he asked between kisses to the sides of your thighs âTell me what you needâ
âJust- donât stop please, feels so goodâ
Your boyfriend took the encouragement and dived back into you, his lips and tongue working your clit relentlessly as his fingers started curling up inside you. It had been way too long since he last took care of you like this, you were way too sensitive as you felt it build up, a warm and agonizing feeling down your belly. It was too soon and it felt too strong but you couldnât hold yourself back, the alcohol making you lose all control of your own body. You felt your orgasm take over you like a strong wave, your mind going completely blank as Max groaned onto your core, his fingers still working you all the way through it.
Moans left your mouth freely as you clenched and spasmed around him, your hips rocking back and forth onto his face and hand till they came to a stop. You finally looked down at Max, lifting yourself on your elbows to catch his face completely soaked in your squirt as he looked at you with a smile on his face.
âI missed thisâ he kissed anything he could reach, stomach, thighs, cunt, âyou made a bit of a mess, though, think weâre gonna have to sleep in the guest room.â he chuckled.
âCâmere,â you reached for his arms and guided him to hold himself above you, âplease, fuck me.â
âAnything you want, loveâ
He stood up and undid his belt and pants as you climbed up on the bed so your legs werenât dangling anymore. Besides everything, the look Max had on his face translated into â mostly â tenderness, he was so in love with you, you were the only thing on his mind and all he wanted was to be close to you. He climbed on the bed, fully bare and positioned himself between your knees, his hard cock brushing against your wet folds made you moan.
âSo sensitive, huh?â
You just nodded, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to try to contain any other sound that threatened to spill from your throat. He rested his cock on your stomach for a second, loving to see the comparison of size, before lowering himself to kiss the skin behind your ear. It was one of your biggest soft spots and Max knew it well, making you let out a suppressed moan past your lips. He then went down to mouth at your clavicles as he drove himself into you. Then you couldnât even try to suppress the moan, it came from deep in your chest, loud, desperate, even. Your eyes screw shut and your nails dug into the skin of his arms and back.
âLook at me,â he asked, âso beautiful, schat. I love you so much, fuck. Gripping me so goodâ
You just threw your head back, completely lost in pleasure as he slowly dragged in and out of you. His hips moved as slow as he possibly could, watching the way your face curled in pleasure and desperation. It wasnât like he could go faster, really, you were still adjusting to his girth and he could barely pull out from how tightly you clenched around him.
But when you finally molded around him, allowing space for him to move, he started going at it, thrusting so deep you could see your uterus move on your lower stomach. Despite the âroughnessâ of his thrusts, Max kissed you soft and gently, a hand caressing your hair as the other lifted your leg up to give you a better angle of his cock, it was all about balance.
âBaby,â you called âlet me ride youâ
You heard a slow sigh of âfuckâ leave his lips before he pulled out to sit against the headboard. You threw your leg over his to straddle him and lifted yourself up only to sink onto his cock again. You both groaned as he filled you up and you reached for his face, his beard scratching your palms as you pulled him closer for a kiss.
âMissed you, missed your cockâ
âI missed you too, darling, everydayâ
You kissed him again as you started to move back and forth, slowly dragging your clit on his lower stomach. Maxâs hands were on your hips guiding your movements as he took a tit into his mouth, licking and sucking at it, at that point your chest was covered in his spit. You felt so much closer to him like that, feeling his chest press to your stomach as you hugged his face to your breasts.
Max started guiding you faster, his own hips moving slightly to match yours. His lips left your boob to kiss at your neck and one of his hands moved down between your bodies, circling your clit with the pad of his fingers. And there it was again, your stomach tightening as you clenched around him.
âClose, schat?â he whispered
You could only whine and hum a positive sound as he rocked you harder on him. You grabbed his face with both hands, bringing him into another kiss. Your tongues were sliding against each otherâs as you came around him. Max shot his cum inside you immediately, bringing your hips to a smaller movement so you could ride out both of your orgasms.
âIf you donât stop iâm gonna need another oneâ you told him after resting your head on his shoulder, his hands finally stopped moving your hips.
âSorry, darling.â
He left a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the spot below your ear, small pecks that made you shiver. Max rested back against the pillows with you on top of him, taking a somewhat comfortable sleeping position without disconnecting you.
âI love you so much, darlingâ
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small favours
â joel miller x fem!reader
â warnings: explicit content minors dni, smutttt, dirty talk, very minimal plot sorry not sorry, swearing, needles, mention of injuries/cuts
â a/n: happy tlou release week!! this is set in jackson between the first and second game, i wrote the first part before i saw the show but just imagine with me okay. and itâs literally just bc i saw joel in that denim shirt and went yeah⌠i wanna fuck him in that. lmao. also dedicated to @everybirdfellsilent because we have been waiting for this show for so long and itâs finally here and oaoxosoxosox. wow.
You hadnât asked for much.
It was a simple fix, you were sure of it. Yes, you donât know anything about how to fix hinges, nor do you have any clue about how you broke it in the first place. Either way, itâs just a few screws and a metal piece, so was it really that hard to find five minutes to fix it?
Leading another one of the horses into the stable, you pointedly step over the gate that now lays on the floor, too heavy for you to move it. The horse tramples it, of course, which is why you had asked for someone to come and fix it before the horses were brought back in from patrol. Clearly, no one gave a shit about your question, but you know theyâd all be the first to complain if it was their horse that got out through a broken gate.
It was late now, anyways. Too late for you to get anyone out, and even with the safety of Jacksonâs walls keeping you blocked off from the outside world, being out at night still freaked you. When you finally got the horse in your hand settled and fed, you promptly sat yourself on the floor of the stable. Without the front gate, it wasnât safe to leave the horses alone. With your luck, theyâd get spooked and run all the way through town, and the last thing you needed was more reason for the people in here to look at you.
It wasnât that you werenât likedâ you just kept to yourself. This life was hard enough as it is, and you didnât see the point in making friends when in five years this place would probably be full of strangers. People die every day out here, you knew that too well. You wanted to save yourself the heartache wherever you could.
All that anti social behaviour certainly didnât win you any favours thoughâ hence the still broken door. You loved itâ you were good with horses, having lived in a farm before the outbreak, so you decided to volunteer to help in the stables, but it was hard work sometimes. It kept you busy enough, though, and horses never wanted to make conversation, so⌠win-win.
There was only one problem with working in here. Truthfully, it wasnât so much as a problem and more of a chronic condition. At least, thatâs the way it felt every time Joel Miller made some kind of appearance. Most people just left the horses tied up out front for you to take care of, but Joel seemed to enjoy the peace the stable providedâ that and you never talked much, which seemed to work for him. On the days heâd come back from patrol, the two of you would share a few hushed conversations as you worked and he hid from the rest of Jackson, and then youâd fall into a comfortable silence, sometimes for hours at a time.
Weeks had passed like this, and every single day you got a little bit more interested in who the man really was, other than his clear infatuation with his horse. Right when he came in would be the time you talked the most, after about forty minutes it would get too busy and youâd work until the sun set. But those forty minutes started to stretch a little longer, and he seemed to gain interest in you, too. Maybe you were grasping at straws, but hearing Joelâs low voice rumble a few more words every time he spoke to you was doing wonders for your self esteem, and even you couldnât deny the way your face warmed when he smiled at you.
âHey, you stillâ damn. What happened here?â Joel calls from the gaping hole that is the stable door, and only because itâs his voice calling you do you look up.
âItâs been broken all day. I asked someone to fix it, butâŚâ You shrug, sighing and leaning your head back on the small gate that was the only thing holding the horse behind you from leaping out down the main street. âI guess they had other shit to do. I canât move it on my own.â
Joel considers you for a second, how your frame is backed against the gate, conveniently placed at the closest point to the open door. Then, he looks back to the door on the ground, and back up to you. He smirks.
âSo you were planninâ on sitting in here all night?â The weight of the day makes your shoulders slump forward, and for the first time you really consider your plan. âYou gonna body check a horse when he makes a run for it?â
âOkay, it was a dumb plan. But, itâs that or let them all out and get stuck cleaning up the bar floor or something.â He smiles again, the setting sun behind him washing over his shoulders in a pretty orange colour. A tilt of his head in your direction has you standing up, taking the lead of his horse that he offers to you.
âYou take him, Iâll go get my tools. Fix it up before sun down.â Before you can protest or tell him he doesnât have to, heâs walking off to the right up the hill where his house sits.
Youâd always been a bit jealous of the spot his house is. Itâs far away enough from everyone that you get some real privacy, but close to the stables if you need a quick exit. He had a porch, too. One you spent a little too much of your time staring at during your work hours, when he spent his off days strumming a guitar right in your line of sight. He was just⌠peaceful to observe. He brought a calm to you that no one else seemed to be able to do, almost enough that you could forget about the world outside and just exist in that little bubble for a while.
You lead Joelâs horse inside, hearing it trample the door again, and hang up his saddle next to the stable. Joels horse is much like himâ quiet unless provoked. You found it out the hard way when you first led it in with a routinely aggressive horse, thinking itâs demeanour would calm him down. The next morning you woke up to two very angry horses and a half bent gate of steel.
âSaved you your favourite spot.â You say to his horse, Old Beardy. You never asked how Joel picked the name, but for some reason it worked so wellâ at least, he was definitely older than most. âSee? Heâs right up there.â
The stable at the back was angled just right so that the small window at the height of a horses head pointed directly towards Joelâs porch. Not close enough to see anything other than the outside, but enough that you know itâs there. You donât come in here often, Joel always taking his own horse in, but when you do you canât help but notice the instant calming effect it has on Beardyâ you might have more in common with this horse than half the people in Jackson.
When you find your way back to the front, Joelâs footsteps are trudging back down the hill. Youâll be fairly useless as anything other than company while he fixes the door, but you canât seem to stop your heart from racing a million miles a minute as he gets closer and closer. Yes, he makes you forget about everything on the outside, but thatâs mainly due to how insane he drives you. All those conversations in the stables and too long looks in town are just all too consuming, and now, when you see him come into sight, you have to put some physical difference between him and you.
âYou donât have to, Joel. Really, Iâm sure someoneâllââ
âNo, they wonât. Knowinâ the people around here, youâll be sleepinâ on the floor till next year.â He bends down, and you drop yourself back to the floor and stare in some kind of mesmerised silence as he runs his hands over the broken hinges of the door.
In a few passing thoughts youâd never admit to yourself, you have an obsession with his hands. He was just soâŚcapable. He could do so many things so easilyâ and some kind of backward wire in your brain fizzled with electricity at the sight of him in his element. He starts fiddling with tools, first starting to remove the broken hinge, muscles flexing as he tears off the old bolts.
âWhat happened?â He says, the words muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth.
âI have no clue. When I woke up this morning it was blown in. I spent a good hour trying to move it but itâs soââ With one arm, he pulls it up to stand vertical, a fist wrapping around the edge of the gate. It doesnât even look like he tried. ââheavy.â
âCome âere and hold it straight.â He says, keeping one arm out in front of him, the other still holding the door up. âI wonât let it fall. Come on.â
âLike this?â You say, staring down at him as you finally reach the door and take a little bit of the weight. He flicks his eyes up, nodding and shifting on his knees to get a better angle on the door.
âPerfect.â He says softly, looking up at you for another split second before clearing his throat and screwing on a new hinge.
âYou really didnât have to do this, but thank-you.â Joel shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with a latch.
âLeast I can do. Everyone should be up here helpinâ you anyways.â He stands up, and with only a barrier the width of a gated door, you can feel his body heat keeping you warm when he towers over you. âKeep holding it still.â
âYeah.â You manage, eyes fluttering closed. âPeople help, though.â
âOh, I bet.â He says, sarcasm dripping off his words as he laughs dryly.
âThey do! Sometimes⌠I mean, itâs not their fault. Iâm kind of a hermit up here. I donât really make an effort, so I canât blame them.â He stops working, his knuckles white over the railing of the gate, and looks to you.
âYouâve trained all these new horses to track better than those guys ever could. Theyâd die out there without âem. Carl doesnât know his left from rightâ he got lost eight times last patrol. Itâs cause of your horses he got back safe.â Joelâs face is more serious, his eyes sharp but still with a hint of softness that he often looks at you with. âDoesnât matter if you ainât makinâ friends. This ainât middle school, and people should be helpinâ you no matter what. Least of all fixing a door.â
âThatâs why I keep you around, Joel.â You smile lightly, his voice getting lower the angrier he gets.
âGood. You tell me next time, and Iâll come round and help. Avoid the whole town all together.â You hum, letting go of the gate as he hauls it up in the air and shuffled backward, setting it against the hinges. âHow do you know so much about horses?â
âI lived on a farm, way back when. Besides, theyâre easy to navigate once you get to know them.â Joel puts the screwdriver back in his mouth, and you canât help but stare at him. The small scars on his face, peppered around his cheeks. Some are older, worn and faded, while the one across his nose is new. Itâs not even scarred yet, still fresh
âYou okay?â He says softly, tilting his head.
âYour face.â His eyebrows furrow, and you shake your head. âSorry. You⌠did something happen on patrol? You have a cutââ
âJust a few clickers. Real old, hauled up in a caravan out west. Nothing we couldnât handle.â The door drops into place, and he swings it out towards him. It sounds less squeaky than it usually did. âGood as new.â
âYou should clean it.â You say, worry edging in your voice. âIf it was clickers.â
âIâm fine.â He shrugs it off.
âCome on. Itâs the least I can do. I have a first aid kit in the back, and then we can call it even.â He relents, locking the door behind him and stepping further into the stables. âSit. Iâll get the kit.â
âYes, maâam.â You can hear a small smirk on his voice, and you roll your eyes, turning around to find the kit. âWhy you got a first aid kit in here anyways?â
âYouâre using it now, arenât you?â You turn around, raising your eyebrows. âYouâd be surprised how many people come here before going to medical. I started to stock up a little, do what I can. Itâs not much, but I can clean it off and do some botched stitches until they see a real doctor.â
âAnd none of those guys came up to fix the god damn door?â He was getting angry again, and you tried to ignore the shiver that went up your spine when he spoke like that.
He was sitting on a small stool, putting him about waist height. When you stepped closer, shuffling your feet on the floor, he tilted his head up. His open legs invited you closer, nearly drawing you in with a magnetic field he was completely unaware of.
Armed with a cotton ball and disinfectant, your fingers were light enough to breeze along his jaw to hold him in place. He stares up at you, watching your eyes as they flit between the cut on his nose and his wandering gaze. His face is warm when you work up the courage to place your palm on his cheek, thumb gently smoothing over the salt and pepper flecks of his beard. He doesnât flinch away when you press the cotton ball to his face, swiping across the bridge of his nose.
âDoes it hurt?â You whisper, feeling the need to keep your voice low.
âNo.â He does the same, the heat of his body making you shuffle slightly closer. His hands are in fists on his knees, like heâs straining to keep himself still. âTold you it was fine.â
âAnd I told you I wanted to help.â When youâre satisfied with the results, you take a fresh cotton pad and dry it up. âYou might need stitches. Itâs deep.â
âGo on.â He says, and you lean back, eyes wide.
âYou want me to stitch your face together?â
âGood practise, and I trust you.â The simple words have your heart slamming against your rib cage, but instead of showing it you kneel in between his legs and search the contents of the kit for a needle.
âIf I mess up your face, you knew what you signed up for.â When you find what youâre looking for, you straighten, Joelâs face is right in front of you. It takes you a second to realise just how close he is, and the position isnât lost on him either. Itâs probably the most emotive youâve seen him, his jaw going tight from how hard heâs biting down.
âItâs already messed up. Youâre fine.â He manages, his voice strained.
âHold still.â Whispering the words, you lean closer and bring the needle to his skin. His eyes close, and itâs when you press the point into his nose that his hands shoot out in front of him, holding your hips gently.
âSorry. Shitââ
âItâs fine. Are you okay?â He grunts in a way you think is affirming, so you keep threading the needle. You only need one stitch for a spot this small. âYour face isnât messed up.â
âHuh?â
âItâs not. Messed up.â You feel his thumbs stroke along the bone of your hip just once before he stills again. You tie off the stitch, and his eyes open. âThere. Youâre pretty again.â
Your breathing was rapid even though you didnât have a true reason for it, but neither of you moved. His handsâ strong and so fucking capable, holding you still on your knees in front of him. His eyes were pools, inviting you in with a gleam of something shiny, and where you were nearly gasping he was calm and collected. In his element, like he was right where he should be.
The whole stable was a dull orange now, the colours dusting through the strands of Joelâs hair. Itâs never really sitting right, wind whipping it out of control on patrol, but you have the urge to run your hands through it anyway. You let yourself explore one small piece of him, like he has to you, and your fingertips run back over the shell of his ear, tangling in his hair. He sucks in a short breath, leaning into the hold of your hand.
âJoel.â You say, voice so soft he would of never heard you if you werenât so close, but you call for him and he leans closer. Your foreheads nearly touch, and his hands tighten their hold on you.
âThank you, darlinâ.â You sigh deeply, unable to keep yourself upright at the nickname. It rings through you, his accent strong and adding an entire other layer to why heâs so easy to fall into. You donât even really notice how dark itâs gottenâ you usually have sprinted home by now. But Joelâs here, and with him this close, you canât think of anything else. He leans closer, and your eyes flutter closed.
âCan I kiss you?â He says, the brush of his lips against yours sending a tidal wave of need from your head to your feet.
âOnly if you hurry up.â You answer helplessly, voice cracking, and he smiles against you and finally brings his mouth to yours.
Itâs anything but calm. That peaceful energy of the stables is completely shattered and sorted into something electrical and sizzling. He yanks you forward, bodies pressing together as you use the leverage of your hand fisted in his hair to kiss him harder and deeper. It doesnât take long before his tongue is swiping along your bottom lip, seeking permission.
You let him inâ youâd let him do whatever he asked for if he kept pouring himself into you like this. He tasted good, which should be impossible but when youâve been starved of something for this long it doesnât matter what he does itâs just that heâs giving it to you. He moves his hands to the small of your back, pressing your hips right in the middle of his open legs, his other hand on the back of your head.
You feel him groan when you press together, the sound waking up parts of you that had been dormant for far too long. It was like he had access to each nerve in your body, and every little sound or touch had them blaring red and sparking.
âFuck, darlinâ. Come closer.â He groans into your mouth before kissing you again. You smile for a moment, not entirely sure how you could get any closer, and then itâs wiped off when he hauls you upward, hooking your legs around his waist on the stool. âYeah. Right here.â
Your arms cling around his neck, his own searching up and down your body. Your shirt rides up with the movements and you moan every time he grazed along your skin. Thereâs something equally hard and soft about his handsâ rough from years of work but soft with the way they hold you up, how theyâre careful not to dip too low or high. You arch your back, giving him wordless permission, and he groans into your mouth again.
At some point you have to breathâ both of you gasping for air in the quiet of the darkened stables. He brings his hands to your face, holding you against his forehead so he can look into your eyes. He was smiling tooâ like actually smiling, not that half smirk youâve seen so often.
âWhat are we doinâ?â He laughs, kissing you again.
âI donât know, but can we keep going somewhere that doesnât smell like horse shit?â You whisper and he laughs again. Itâs sounds so goodâ like the sound of the beginning of your favourite song. It makes your heart sing, melting you into the tune. âPlease, Joel. I really wantâŚâ
âTell me, baby.â He moves, angles your head with swift moves of his fingers so he can kiss you lower. Under your jaw, and then he drags his mouth down, along your neck, teeth nipping softly⌠âFuck knows I wanna hear you say it.â
âYou. I really want you.â He hums against your skin, one arm hooking under your ass as he stands easily. You squeal, muffling the sound in the mop of hair on his head. As you walk outside, thereâs only a few people still mulling around, and they turn their heads towards you when they hear your soft laughter mixed with Joelâsâ two sounds that seem to alarm them more than clickers.
For the first time since youâd been here, you really donât care if people are looking at you, or what theyâre saying. When Joel locks the gate behind you and slides you down his chest to let your feet touch the floor, you are reminded once again of his ability to remove every single thought from your mind except him. Just him, and his hands on your hips, spinning you around and leading you up the hill towards his house. How every so often heâll bend down, pressing his lips lightly to the back of your neck, and how you can feel his smile on your skin.
He guides you easily, your body on auto pilot to his small gestures, and when you finally rush up the few steps of his porchâ one youâve spent way too much time staring at from afar, youâre both attached to each others face like horny teenagers. He fumbles with the doors lock, jamming keys with aggressive force while his other hand stays soft and sweet on your waist, holding you against him. When the door gives out behind you he never lets you stumble, taking you in his stride with practised precision. Youâve seen the inside of his house, but never the layout, so as he guides you blindly through the hallway, your shut eyes and occupied mouth never see it coming when you fall backwards onto a bed.
âLet me take this off.â He mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt and jacket. In a tangle of limbs you both shove at the material, finally hooking it over your head. He presses you flat against the mattress again, hanging over you and running his hands up and down your sides in long, soothing strokes. âGod damn gorgeous.â
âYour turn.â The blaze in his eyes dulls slightly at your comment, and he just bends to kiss you again. He links your hands in his own, pulling you away from where they were tugging at his shirt. âJoel.â
âNothinâ there you wanna see, baby. Just let me look at you.â As sweet as his voice sounds, and as much as you want him to continue, you pull away from his greedy mouth.
âPlease take your fucking shirt off.â You say harshly, biting at his bottom lip hard enough for his eyes to open again. He looks over you, taking in the sight of you under him with your arms pinned above your head, back arched towards him. Heâs clearly contemplating how difficult it would be to ignore you, smirking a little when he looks up at your hands again.
âOr what? You gonna make me stop?â He kisses under your jaw, his free hand skating along your side, only stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your jeans. When he hears you gasp as his hand disappears under the fabric, he laughs. âNah, you wonât make me stop. Want it just as bad as I do, donât you?â
âBut I wantââ
âShh, shh. Iâll give you what you want.â His mouth his dizzyingâ words and movements hot against your skin as his hand bypasses your underwear and drags slow circles against your clit, immediately drawing his name from your lips again. âThere you go, darlinâ. Feels good?â
âGodâ yeah, faster. Please.â Your chest was rising and falling so fast, trying to pull the air he was punching out of your lungs with every quick movement of his fingers. He hums at the praise, and you feel him shift above you, sitting up so he could slip one finger inside of you. âFuck, Joel!â
âI know, baby.â He tilts his head up to kiss you again, tongue matching the fast and unpredictable pace of his hand. You can feel it buildingâ pleasure rippling up your spine and fizzing low in your stomach, and your hands tug under Joelâs unrelenting grip.
He seems to forget he was meant to be holding you, his groans and concentration all focused on the way he was fucking you with his hand, so he lets you go, his hand going to hold your face. It makes you smile under him, but it quickly gets lost when you moan his name again, rolling your hips against him.
Now your hands are free, you have a moment of clarity when your eyes flutter open and see him staring at you; eyes flitting between your face and your chest. You want to have thatâ to see skin youâve only thought about in the late hours of the night when you were alone, never admitting it to yourself when you woke the next day. You grab onto the hem of his shirt, ripping the denim up as far as you can, getting your hands on the bare skin of his back.
He doesnât help youâ too obsessed with the way you are writhing and moaning so loud the poeple down the street will know what your doing. Neither of you care about anything else than this, right here, and the fiery hot spark thatâs lighting you up inside.
âShirt, Joel.â You tug at the collar, then card your fingers through his hair and pull. He grumbles something, and then you whimper when his hand leaves you and he sits up on his knees. He was out of breath, towering over you and keeping you caged underneath him as he tore the shirt over his head and threw it behind him. When he leans back down, he doesnât give you the time to admire him that youâd like, but you take what he gives you. He shoves your own jeans down, shaking them off you in one tug, and your eyes hardly have time to open before you feel the backs of your calves press against the flexing muscles of his bare shoulders.
âPerfect.â He says, speech almost slurred, and the look he gives you reminds you of the one he gave you in the barn. Before you can think enough on it, both of his hands hold your hips down and he gives you one last look before he buried his face in your pussy.
It doesnât take much to have you screaming his name again, that sweet hot pleasure that was building so quickly comes rushing back with the wet heat of his mouth. He eats you out like heâs fucking hungry for itâ pulling borderline shouts from deep in your chest, like something is bashing against your ribcage, only awoken by his complete and utter devotion. His tongue swirls and fingers curl, and you lose sense of direction, clawing at his hair and feeling his groan when you pull him into you.
Thereâs no where to go, stuck under his weight as he dives into your taste, at his mercy entirely. It was so different to see him undoneâ a sight you wouldnât be able to forget next time he came into the stables all soft eyes and short words. No, here he was holding your eye contact, groaning your name as if you were the one doing this to him. He gave you no choice but to hurtle towards the edge of consciousness, knowing you wouldnât be able to hold out under him much longer.
âJoel. Joelâ fuck.â His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while his fingers curl inside you in a spot that has you seeing stars. âOh, godââ
He doesnât say anything when you cum, just groans into your pussy as he guides you through it. He sets pace and intensity, both of which are hard and almost unbearable, and he only drags himself away when you beg him to. Your legs shake, his hands smoothing over your thighs as his mouth presses wet kisses up your skin, over your stomach and chest, finally reaching your mouth with an overwhelming force.
You hum, tasting the combination of you and him together on his tongue, taking everything he needs to give you. He shuffles up, and you feel his cock pressing hard against your thigh, still straining in his jeans. You let him kiss you lazily, let him explore you this way while your hands busy themselves between your bodies, unzipping his jeans. When your palm brushes over his length still covered by his boxers, he hisses and his eyebrows furrow, like the pleasure is almost painful. You do it again and he shudders, pressing his forehead to yours.
âYouâre so soft.â He murmurs past your ear when you slip your hand under the waistband. When your fingers wrap around him, you stay true to his word and stay light with your touch, not wanting him to finish just yet. You want to make it good for himâ draw it out. Pay him back for everything he gave to you; not just tonight, but every night. âSo fucking soft. Sweet.â
âYou like that?â You ask innocently, stroking him again. Your thumb brushes over his tip and he shudders again, nearly shivering. âI can be gentle. Want you inside me, though.â
âWhatever you want. Fuckâ anything you want to do to me. Please, baby. Not gonna last long if you keep doing that.â A single please was enough to grant him a thousand wishes, but youâll settle for giving him just one.
He helps rid himself of the rest of his clothes, no insecurity in sight with the lower half of his body. There was no need to be⌠he was big. It made senseâ he was a big guy, but it wasnât just that. He was just⌠perfect.
âEyes on me.â He says, pulling your gaze away from where your bodies are about to meet. âI want to see your face when IâŚâ
He trails off when his tip lines up with your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation, feeling the soaked pleasure coating him as he finally slides himself further and further. You both sigh, like a weight is being lifted from both of you. As if this was the way you were both meant to be.
He bottoms out, head buried in the crook of your neck as he chokes out your name. You feel fullâ the weight and stretch holding you to the bed, your arms strung lazily around his neck. Your fingers wander down his spine, keeping that soft lilt to your touch that he seems to thrive under. For all his hardness and strength, itâs the lightest touches that seem to crumble him the most.
âFuck, baby. Feel so good around me.â Joel never speaks for the fun of it, but he says these things like he needs to. Strained and focused, like itâs a compulsion to tell you how good it feels. âNeeded to fuck you for so long. You gonna let me make you feel good, arenât you?â
âYes, Joel. Please, I needâ need you to move.â You whine like a spoilt child, and you are now that youâve had a taste. He laughs once, a breathless sound, and then pulls out nearly all the way, only to slide back in with that same trained pace.
âGood girl.â He groans, and then picks up the pace.
Itâs devastating. Itâs the only way to describe it. He fucks you hard and slow, slowly etching himself into parts of your being you arenât entirely sure he didnât just create himself. Like heâs forged apart of you just for him, something low and hot, and he hits it with every, perfectly timed thrust. The bed rocks under him, but he doesnât seem to care. Its creaks and groans are drowned out by his words and both of your moans.
You are incoherentâ overcome by pleasure that shocks even the nerves in your fingers and toes, but it seems to have the opposite effect on Joel. He doesnât fucking shut upâ and itâs about the hottest thing youâve ever experienced.
âSo fucking tight around me.â
âGod, you feel good.â
âYou are so beautiful.â
âGonna fuck you for days.â Is the last one you hear before his groans turn to borderline whimpers, his pace stuttering as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten and snap all at once. âOh, fuck thatâs it. Cum again for me. Jesus Christââ
âJoel.â You can only whisper nowâ voice so strained that nothing could come out but his name. Your eyes roll back and you feel him fuck into you one or two more times, and then he pulls out and replaces himself with his hand. You ride out your pleasure on his skilled fingers, another wave of heat numbing you when you feel him spill onto your stomach, your back arching off the bed.
The room is suddenly dead quiet, nothing but panting breaths filling the silent house. He is still hanging over you, you can feel both of his forearms next to your head as he leans down to kiss you again. The warmth of his body is lifted just enough for him to use something soft to clean you off, and then he collapses beside you, tugging you onto his chest.
He runs his hand through your hair, stopping at your jaw to tilt you up. He kisses you again, the lack of oxygen making you giddy and dizzy, and you break the kiss only because your smiling so wide.
âWhatâs so funny?â He says, trying to be serious, but even in the dark you can see his matching grin.
âJust happy. Can I be happy?â Itâs meant to be light hearted, but you feel him stop for a second, and then he tugs you a little closer.
âYeah. Yeah, you can be.â He tucks you under his chin, sighing deeply as the rest of your body turns into him and tangles itself with him. âI am.â
You open your eyes a final time, seeing the pitch black dark outside. If it was light, youâd be able to see the stable from here, but itâs black out there. Usually it would make you uneasy, but tucked up under Joelâs safe arms, thereâs nothing in the world that could make you feel more at peace.
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prompt: the rest of the 118 see tommy and buck be affectionate together for the first time. not just the aftermath, like with the wedding kiss, but they actually witness it. cuteness overload!
It took a few weeks for everything to calm down enough for everyone to get together.
The 118 was adjusting to working under Captain Gerrard.
Bobby and Athena were adjusting to moving into an apartment half the size of their house.
Hen and Karen were adjusting to visits with Mara every chance they could get.
Chimney and Maddie were adjusting to having two young girls running around the house.
Eddie was adjusting to being alone.
And Buck was less adjusting and more enjoying his new romance with Tommy.
He didn't mention Tommy much at work. He got sick of Gerrard's one-off comments pretty quickly. Usually, he would have been egging him on every chance he got, but it turns out he was more protective of Tommy than he originally realized, and anytime his name came out of Gerrard's mouth it made him want to punch the man.
It was easier to not bring him up.
When Bobby and Athena had finally settled into their new place, which very conveniently had a grilling and picnic area on the roof, they invited everyone over.
Bobby made sure to include Tommy in his invitation. His and Buck's relationship may have been new, but he was an old friend to the majority of the 118, and a new friend to those he hadn't known all that long.
He did not include the fact that Athena was insistent on seeing their dynamic because, âOne of them is gonna give the other a run for their money and I can't figure out which one's which yet.â
In fact, the majority of the group was interested in seeing Tommy and Buck together. Everyone except Eddie, who accidentally witnessed far too much of their dynamic a couple weeks ago when he decided to head into Buck's place without knocking first.
It would be the last time he ever made that mistake.
The others couldn't help their curiosity. It was the first time Buck had ever seemed so settled in a relationship. The first time he wasn't asking for near-constant advice. The first time he wasn't endlessly concerned he was doing something wrong or about to screw things up.
Something was different. Something had shifted. They wanted to know what it was.
And while Hen and Chimney had known Tommy for a long time, they hadn't exactly stayed in touch after he left. Up until the cruise rescue, Hen hadn't really spoken to him at all, and Chimney would send him a text or two each year just to ask how he was keeping up. The Tommy they knew was closeted, scared, defensive under Gerrard's leadership, cocky, and seemingly always searching for something... more.
âI'm kinda bummed,â Buck said as they headed up to the roof.
âWhat?â Tommy glanced at him curiously. âWhy?â
âBecause everyone already knows you,â he explained. âI can't introduce you as my boyfriend.â
Tommy smiled, eyes crinkling up in the cute way Buck loved. He switched the wine bottle he was holding to his other hand took Buck's hand in his, giving it a squeeze. âYou can still do that, if you want. I mean, they might look at you funny, but who cares, right?â
Buck squeezed his hand back. After a moment, he gasped, eyes widening as he did a little jump. âI can introduce you to all the kids!â he exclaimed.
Tommy couldn't help but laugh at Buck's excitement. âThat sounds perfect, Evan.â
*****
Bobby wasn't sure how they'd gotten to this point only five minutes into Buck arriving, but here they were. Before Tommy had even handed off the wine, Buck was going into a story on Gerrard mentioning the 1933 Griffith Park Fire, but he had been wrong about some information.
âAnd I was trying to tell him how twenty-nine people died, not twenty-seven, but he was insistent that I was wrong. I knew I wasn't. I had just spent a couple hours the other night reading over articles about it. When was it, Tommy?â he asked, turning to his boyfriend, âTwo nights ago?â
âUh, three. Three nights ago.â
âRight, three nights ago. See, two people died later at the hospital, so they weren't included in the initial death toll. So, obviously, I had to get online and show him...â
As Buck continued, Bobby nodded along, trying to take in at least some of what he was saying. Sometimes, when Buck got on tangents like these, it was hard to keep up.
As the discussion got more heated, Bobby noticed Tommy's hand drifted to Buck's back, resting at the base. Buck continued without missing a beat, but his voice calmed and his posture relaxed.
âDid he ever admit defeat?â Tommy asked. To Bobby's surprise, Tommy had kept his eyes on Buck the entire time. He seemed genuinely interested in every word that was coming out of Buck's mouth.
Buck shook his head. âNo, he'd never do that. But he was quiet for the rest of the day, so I took it as a win.â
âOh, that's definitely a win,â Tommy agreed.
Not that he ever doubted, but it was then that Bobby knew his initial analysis was correct. Tommy was good people, and he was good for Buck.
*****
Hen's eyes drifted over the rooftop, settling between Tommy and Buck. She had noticed earlier how they always seemed to gravitate toward each other. Now was no different. Even though they were on opposite sides of the roof, Buck talking to Maddie, and Tommy having a very expressive conversation with Jee, they would steal glances at each other. A smile here, a wink there. Buck even gave Tommy a little wave, like they hadn't been sitting side by side only five minutes ago.
âI don't think it's just the honeymoon phase for those two,â Athena said, scooting a chair closer to Hen before sitting down.
Hen rolled her eyes affectionately at yet another tiny wave from Buck before turning to Athena. âI think I agree. I've never seen Buck so smitten before, and I don't use that word often.â
âMhm,â Athena hummed with a nod. âTommy seems just as smitten as Buck. I don't ever remember him looking so peaceful before. I haven't worked with him much since he transferred to Harbor, but I remember what he was like before.â
Hen huffed out a laugh. âArrogant?â
âAnd stiff.â
âYeah. He changed a lot, especially after Gerrard left, but this is different.â
They kept watching as Jee got distracted by Mara and they ran off to play. Tommy walked over to Buck, who held out his hand for Tommy to take before Tommy was even close.
As soon as he could, Tommy took his hand and sat down beside him on the little couch. Buck leaned in close, whispering something in his ear, then they laughed deep and loud.
âIf I watch anymore of this I'm gonna throw up,â Hen said, standing up. âI'm gonna go rescue Karen from whatever game Denny is showing her on his phone.â
Athena laughed, squeezed Hen's hand as she went by, but kept her attention on the boys.
She couldn't seem to look away.
*****
Maddie tapped Chimney's thigh, nodding toward where Buck and Tommy were standing in a corner of the rooftop, watching the sunset. They had their arms wrapped around one another, occasionally stealing a chaste kiss. âThey look so happy,â she said, a warm smile on her face.
âYeah, they do,â Chimney agreed. âI'm happy for both of them. They're good together.â
âYeah, they are. Did you know Buck hasn't even been to his loft in a week? When he's not working he's at Tommy's place.â
âAnd they're not sick of each other yet?â Chimney laughed. âOh, they're in deep.â
Before Maddie could respond, Eddie was coming up to them, kneeling down beside Chimney. âWe gotta hide the clipboards.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI'm serious, man, we're gonna be in deep trouble if we don't.â
Maddie leaned forward. âWhy do you need to hide the clipboards, Eddie?â
Eddie motioned to Buck and Tommy. Tommy had an arm around Buck's shoulder now, both of Buck's still wrapped around Tommy's waist. He had his head resting against Tommy's shoulder, and Tommy pressed a kissed to the top of his head. âHave you seen the two of them? I'm not even gonna go into what I witnessed a couple weeks ago-â
âThank God.â
â-but they've got it bad for each other. I give it six months before they're engaged. You know what happens after that?â
Chimney thought for a second, sucking in a breath when the realization hit him. âWedding planning.â
âWedding planning,â Eddie repeated.
Maddie shook her head. âYou guys are crazy.â
âWhat? You don't think they'll be ready to walk down the aisle in six months time?â Chimney asked.
âOh, no, they definitely will. You're just crazy if you think not being able to find a clipboard will stop him. I don't know if you guys know this, but Notes app Buck is far worse than clipboard Buck.â
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(eddie munson x pregnant!reader)
Summary: You and Eddie discuss your current pregnancy craving...or, in which you want something not all that common of a craving and ridiculously difficult to get a hold of, and Eddie teases you over it even though you both know he's going to get it for you.
warnings: references to baby making activities.
a/n: those damn tiktoks keep getting to me. lil drabble. more dad!eddie here. masterlist.
Pregnancy was not something Eddie Munson believed he would ever understand. Wasnât something he thought heâd have to do.
 Untilâat the very responsible age of twentyâhe took to finishing inside of you and one of his swimmers took. Played hide-and-seek for a good five months before either of you knew she was there.
 You hadnât started showing until about two or three weeks after finding out, and now at almost seven months, you had the cutest baby bump Eddie couldnât keep his hands off, a ravenous hunger for the most peculiar things and absolutely no tolerance for the weirdest fucking things; the sound of kernels popping made you want to throw up, and so did the scent of baked goods and the âair on Tuesdaysâ (Eddie was still trying to work that one out).
 Whatever you wanted, Eddie got you. Albeit, with tons of questions asked. Like, right now.
 It was late in the evening, chilly throughout the trailer but warm in the room thanks to the trusty space heater Eddie had had for years. The both of you had traded your day clothes for pajamas, so you were in one of his t-shirts and nothing else while he was only clad in a pair of sweats because his body temperature always ran a little on the hot side, and you were curled right up to him. Your head had been previously nuzzling into the crook of his neck, placing kisses over the tendons there and nosing along his jaw but now it was craned back, batting those pretty eyelashes up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.
 âPleeeaaaaase, Eddie?â
 âBranzino.â Eddie repeated your request with amused disbelief.
 âItâs low in mercury, so I can eat it.â
 âBranzino.â
 âItâs what she wants!â You chirped, moving a hand to rest over your growing bump. Baby Munson, your little Penny, had recently learned she had legs and could stretch them out in there. Despite the two of you settling down, she seemed to be filled with energy; you could feel her moving around, targeting certain areas with her kicks. Sheâd been pretty still for a good hour or two so you thought she might have woken up from a nap.Â
 âYeah?â Eddie asked, quirking his brows with lidded eyes, so engrossed with how caring you were for his baby already.Â
 Witnessing you go from awkwardly acknowledging her existence with a pat or uncertain conversation to almost always having a hand over your bump, as if to protect her from a threat while talking to her as though she was already cradled in your arms, had Eddie always so tender with emotion.Â
 He was so proud and in love.
 You hummed in confirmation and when Eddieâs hand moved your (his) shirt up, you immediately grasped his wrist to place his palm over the area your babyâs foot was currently pressing up against. Eddie grinned as he felt the movement just under the warmth of your skin, firm and held surprisingly long before it retreated and he rubbed over the area as you relaxed further into him.
 âShe was stretching.â He correctly deduced.Â
 âMhm, sheâs been kicking the heck out of my ribcage, so I think her head is right here.â You placed your free hand over your bump, just under your left breast, âShe only got active after we showered, so she just woke up.â
 Eddie felt a little guilty about that, it had probably been him railing you against the shower wall that stirred her from her slumber.
 âSorry, sweet pea.â He mumbled, continuing to rub your belly if not somewhat more apologetic, âIâm just so excited that I canât get your mom pregnant right now, âcause we already have you, and sheâs just so hornââ
 Eddie laughed as you delivered a swift whack to his chest with the back of your hand, fighting a smile as he teased you through an attempt to talk to your baby.
 âExcuse me, you were the one trying to feel me up on the couch!â
 âNo, I did feel you up. And if I recall correctly, which I do, it was my fingers you were cumââ
 âDistracting!â You pointed an accusatory finger in his face, booping the tip of his nose with it, âYouâre trying to distract me. Branzino.â
 âUgh,â Eddie sagged into the pillows, but the smirk on his face told you youâd be getting exactly what you wanted, like always. He just liked to give you a hard time. Banter with you was like foreplay to him. âAlright, alright. Since you must have your fish dishââ
 âI must,â You placed the back of your hand against your forehead as you fell dramatically back into the pillows.
 âAnd since sheâs craving itââ
 âShe wants branzino so badly and Iâd get it for her myself but Iâm utterly exhaustedâno, not because we had sex,â You had immediately clocked the grinch like twist in his smirk at your mentioning of exhaustion, âIâll have you know I probably made a good chunk of her brain today. That takes energy. Dedication. And she probably sucked the bone marrow out of me to do it, or something.â
 Eddie threw his head back and howled with laughter. You giggled along with him but tried to reason, âOkay, Iâm not being completely dramatic, though! She really does steal some of my own body to make hers! I could lose my teeth, Eddie. I read it in a book.â
 The bed shook with how hard Eddie was laughing and you delighted in being the reason behind it. Once he calmed down, his head lulled to the side, cheeks red from all that amusement and warm brown hues focused on you.
 âYou read it in a book, huh?â
 âYup.â
 âAsk your doctor about it?â
 âNope.â
 âWhy not?â
 ââŚâCause Iâm scared sheâll say itâs true.â
 You sent Eddie into another laughing fit. When he was done with that one, he launched himself out of bed and you snuggled into the spot heâd occupiedâso warm and cozyâto watch him grab a shirt and hoodie from the closet, and his jacket from where heâd thrown it on the dresser. A beanie was shoved on his head and as he wrapped the scarf youâd gotten him around his neck, he eyed you with mirth twinkling in his pretty eyes.
 âBranzino in the middle of winter.â
 âItâs what she wants!â
 âItâs what she wants.â He conceded with a fond smile, âIâll be back after like an hour and a half of driving around to find a Greek place open so you can replenish your bone marrow with it somehow and grow the rest of her brain.â
 You hummed in appreciation, beaming at him as he neared you to lean over and get a thorough kiss goodbye.Â
 âThank you,â You mumbled shyly against his mouth.
 âYou donât have to thank me . . . but youâre welcome.â He teased.
 Driving around in the cold didn't seem all that terrible with you blowing him kisses from the bed, and his baby growing inside you.Â
 That damn fish was so worth it.
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If your requests are open could I get a fic where Spencer lost his virginity to bau!reader the night before and when he comes into work the next day Morgan is like âyou look differentâ (you know that stereotype that people you know well can tell when you lose your virginity) and bau!reader is like yeah you do why is that Spencer𤨠lmaoo
A/N: This was a really fun request to write! Nice, short and sweet! I hope you enjoy it~âĄ
Warnings: implied sexual encounter, some suggestive talk, mentions of virginity.
Masterlist || Song Fic Challenge
âWait, kid, hold up, somethingâs different. You get a haircut or what?âÂ
You tried your best not to giggle profusely as the blush crept up Spencerâs neck to sit prettily across his cheeks. It had only been an hour since you'd left him sleeping soundly in your bed after a night of well⌠ravaging him.Â
Spencer Reid, your beautiful, awkward, nerdy, and charming coworker was no longer a virgin. Nor was he single. And surprisingly, he wasn't all that bad at sex either, a little cautious, but for all intents and purposes, quite the natural.Â
He certainly hadn't turned into a sex god over night, but you did plan to accost him rather regularly from that point onwards, so you very much were enjoying the abject look of horror passing over his features at that moment.Â
âI was running late this morning. My alarm didn't go off.âÂ
You stifled a giggle, knowing that his alarm probably had gone off. He'd just been in a completely different apartment and hadn't heard it. Maybe it was still going off now.Â
When his eye caught yours, he froze still in a flush. It was impossible not to run tour gaze along the length of his body, showing him enough quiet appreciation you thought he'd drop to his knees.Â
Instead, his hands that were wrestling with his tie fidgeted more, finding it impossible to tie the damn thing like he had every morning for the last five years.Â
âHaving some trouble, Spencer? Maybe I could help you out?â You winked at him to punctuate your question, and all he could do was stand and gulp down a breath, nodding in agreement.Â
âYou do look pretty tired, kid? Long night?â Derek asked, a quiet bemused look hanging on his face. He'd had this same conversation with Reid at least four times in the last year, assuming that every time he came in looking slightly dishevelled, he'd enjoyed a night of pleasure.Â
It had certainly been pleasing to you, and you were absolutely going to help teasing Reid if you got the chance. You certainly enjoyed doing just that last night.Â
Grabbing the two ends of his tie and pulling him a step closer to Reid - maybe a bit too close for two people in their place of work - you began righting all of his clothes.Â
âYou didn't wake me up,â he whispered with a pout into your ear, his pout audible even as he tried to keep his face neutral.Â
âI tried,â you whispered back. âBut every time I got close, you lunged for me in your sleep and started grinding your morning wood into my ass.âÂ
The flush that you enjoyed so much was now a fully glowing face. He was so red you expected steam to pour from his ears any minute.Â
You finish knotting his tie and brush his shirt a little, just as Derek clears his throat again.Â
âKid, did you hear me? I asked if you had a long night.âÂ
Spencer's gaze didn't leave yours, though. Even in his embarrassment, he was so intently focused on you that it nearly set your entire body on edge.Â
âYeah, you could say that,â he replied, his gaze dropping to your lips. You wished they hadn't, because now you had to stop yourself from jumping him right there in the bull pen.Â
âOh shit,â Derek couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest as he stood looking from you to Spencer and then back to you.Â
âOh shit. Spencer, I didn't know you had game like that.â His words were wheezed out between fits of laughter, and you were irritated when the focus in Spencer's gaze shattered, settling into a look of discontent.Â
âDerek, come onâŚâ he groaned, and you put your hand gently on his chest to get him to look at you again.Â
âNext time, I'll work my hardest to wake you up, Spencer.âÂ
With his jaw hanging open in shock, you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him stood like a statue as Derek bent over in laughter, trying to catch his breath.Â
You smiled in your final triumph just as Emily walked over to greet the two men and opened with a question.Â
âWeren't you wearing that outfit yesterday, Reid?â Â
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Dead on Main Part 5
Masterpost
âWe have to stop for snacks!âÂ
âWe are not stopping for snacks.â
They started this conversation two whole minutes ago.
âWe have to stop for snacks! It is a quintessential part of the road trip experience. This is our first road trip. Do you really want to deprive your family of the full experience?â
Apparently, the Waynes have never been on a full road trip, usually flying places instead, so Dick is insisting we make this a whole experience. Danny is willing to bet car games will be played at some point.
âItâs a long drive, weâre not stopping unless necessary.â
Danny wonders how long the discussion can last as it reaches the four minute mark.Â
â But-â
Tim taps Dick on the shoulder to shut him up. âI have to go to the bathroom.â He deadpans at Bruce.Â
Bruce looks at him in the rearview mirror, looks back at the road, looks back at Tim. Bruce sighs.
âEverybody is going to the bathroom. We can get some snacks, and then we are not stopping for at least four hours.âÂ
Dick cheers, and Danny chuckles at Timâs smirk. Theyâve only been on the road for forty-five minutes, by all rights no one should have to go to the bathroom yet, but Danny was enjoying the family banter in the car.
The first forty-two minutes of the drive was mostly just everyone settling in, Dick in the front as navigator, though it didnât seem like Bruce needed directions. Danny had asked and heâd never been to Illinois before, but theyâre probably still in familiar territory, he might need a map later. Danny is in the back seat, sitting behind Bruce, Tim is sitting behind Dick. Dick and Tim both brought backpacks with them for the drive, Tim has at least two tablets in his. Danny knows they put a bunch of stuff in the trunk as well, overnight bags and other assorted items, he thinks he saw a pillow. Danny knows somebody went to pack something for him/Jason when they get there, but doesnât know who. He doesnât have any entertainment, because he doesnât have anything except Jasonâs phone on him.Â
They pull into a gas station, Bruce is determined to get the most out of this stop. Bruce pumps the gas as Danny, Dick, and Tim head inside. They do all go to the bathroom, and Bruce comes in to use the restroom as they raid the snack aisles. Tim has three canned coffees in his hands.
âYou know if you drink all of those weâll have to stop again.â Danny points out. â Plus itâs late, can you not sleep in cars?â
âCanât sleep at all usually. Weâll see, but I have some stuff to work on anyway.â Tim points to the drink displays. âAnything youâd like?âÂ
Danny knows that they donât mind paying for him, at this point it has been debated multiple times, and he knows he wonât make the whole trip without any snacks. He grabs a Monster and a Gatorade for the road. They meet Dick in the chip aisle. It looks like heâs already grabbed one of every candy, and heâs well on the way to one of every chip.
âHey, what do you like Danny?â Danny stares at all the food precariously balanced in his arms.
âIf youâre sharing, I think weâre good.âÂ
Dick and Tim laugh.
âWe will be sharing most of this. I got all of our favorites, but everyone has something that theyâre not willing to share as well. Why donât you pick out something thatâs just for you.â
Tim has grabbed sour gummy worms and is making his way to the checkout counter where Bruce is waiting with a very resigned look on his face. Danny grabs a bag of beef jerky and walks with Dick to the checkout. The look on Bruceâs face when Dick walks up with his arms full is hilarious and Danny actually snorts at Bruceâs âI canât control these childrenâ apologetic look he gives the cashier as Dick dumps his haul onto the counter.
They pile back into their seats, the seat between Tim and Danny now stuffed with all the snacks. There is not one empty cup holder left in the car. They spend the next short stretch getting resettled, opening up their first snacks and drinks. Tim Pulls out a tablet, but doesnât start working on anything, too busy texting someone. Danny considers pulling out his phone, remembers itâs not his, and then decides not to. He wouldnât know the password anyway, maybe he can ask if his brotherâs know what it would be.
Theyâd just about hit the first hour mark on their 12-hour trip when Dick turns around in his chair to face the backseat. Danny sees him slip his phone away.
âHey, Danny, why donât you tell us about yourself?â Tim has put his phone down.
âWell, Iâm still in highschool. Should graduate soon, hopefully.â Danny starts tapping his fingers on his thighs. He hopes he can graduate. âYou know I have a sister in college. I have another sister, sheâs a traveler, she doesnât do school.âÂ
âDo you like school?â Dick prompts.
âItâs okay.â He shrugs. âIâm not great at it. I like learning, but itâs not a great school and thereâs only so much learning you can do from inside a locker.âÂ
âYou fit in a locker?â Tim asks.
Danny looks at himself, quickly realizing that they have no idea what he looks like as he sees Jasonâs bulky frame. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.
âHa, yeah. Iâm moreâŚ. Tim to Damian size? I think Iâm around your height.â He said in Tims direction. âMaybe an inch or two shorter, but I have no muscle mass, so Itâs a bit of a squeeze but I fit well enough. Never get stuck. Tucker got stuck once.âÂ
Dick frowns. âDo a lot of people end up in lockers at your school?âÂ
âSure. Me, Tucker, Mikey⌠Maybe Wes if he ever really pisses someone off. But heâs more likely to annoy me than Dash, and Iâm not going to shove him in a locker.â
Tim nods sagely, like he understands high school. Dick is frowning like he doesnât.Â
âDash a sports guy?â Tim asks.
Danny nods. âFootball quarterback and basketball.â
âGeek or nerd?âÂ
âPersonally, nerd probably.â Danny thinks about it. âBut thereâs not much opportunity to explore engineering and space in high school, so Iâm mostly average. Tucker is a big geek, heâs great with computers. Does most of the coding for my more technological fixes when Iâm working on my parentâs stuff.â
âYou work with your parents a lot?â Dickâs phone chimes, but he ignores it.
âNot with them so much as on their stuff. They create it, they come up with a lot of cool stuff. I reverse-engineered a lot of it once itâs done.âÂ
âYou said a lot of it was weapons?â Timâs phone dings. âDamian says not to ignore his text.âÂ
âOh!â Dick grabs for his phone.
âSome. They built other stuff as well, but they specialize in weapons and defenses against ghosts.âÂ
Dick immediately turns back to look at him. âGhosts?âÂ
Danny could hear the doubt in his voice. He sighs. âYeah, theyâre ecto-biologists. Amity has a big ghost problem, thatâs why we live there, they wanted to study them.â Danny has a slight shiver, but suppresses it. âThey develop a lot of technology using ectoplasm-â Danny shudders for real this time. His squeezes his eyes closed, feeling a deep roiling in his gut that is vaguely nauseating, and a fire in his brain that is making his blood feel like it's burning. This is strange. His brain goes on overdrive, thinking about his parents, the blob ghosts he has had to free from their basement, the threats they make, them shooting at him. Danny recognises the churning in his body as ectoplasm riling up a core. His core.
But heâs not in his body, he shouldnât have⌠Jason has died too. Danny opens his eyes and theyâre glowing.
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first class | sylus
summary: sylus likes to play dangerous games. today, you happen to be his rook piece. warning(s): female anatomy described, explicit language, dirty talk, bodily fluids, exhibitionism, reader's attire is described, profanity, blue balls of the female persuasion, praise kink now playing: devil's advocate - the neighbourhood notes: something i threw in @muvaginger's inbox. i'm sorry for my mind. thank you for reading, lovebugs.
Sylus, but calling you when youâve just gotten off work.
âAre you home?â he asks, all husky on the other end. He knows you arenât if the telltale shadow cast by a crow circling overhead is anything to go by.
âNot yet.â
âWell, get there.â Amusement resides in his voice. You have half a mind to tell him off for bossing you around like that. Like you donât secretly enjoy it.
âYeah, yeah. On my way.â
You hang up and shove your phone into your pocket. Put your helmet on, throwing your leg over your bikeâs seat and settling on the cushion. Start it, the engine purring to life beneath you. After waving goodbye to Tara, you peel off, zipping through the energetic streets of Linkon towards your home.
Inside the lobby, your phone buzzes again. You roll your eyes, shoving your earpiece into your ear as you trudge through the lobby.
âWhat!â you grate out.
âMoving a little too slow there, kitten.â
If only you could punch him through the phone. You tamp down your anger, switching tactics. âWhatâs this about, anyway?â
He chuckles low and throaty, the sound of it prickling your brain. âPatience is a virtue.â
You scoff. âYouâre one to talk.â Asshole, you add inwardly.
You catch the elevator to the floor where your apartment resides. Slide your key in, easing through the door into your entryway. Barely have time to set your keys down before a sharp rapping snaps your attention to the door.
âOpen it,â Sylus orders.
Hesitant, you pivot towards it. Fingers twitch near your hip where your gunâs holstered. Slowly, you reach for the handle, mindful of your steps.
A soft laugh rings in your ear.
âEasy, sweetheart. Itâs not an ambush. If I wanted to off you, I wouldâve done so by now.â
âI never know with you,â you clip back, turning the doorknob.
After mentally counting to three, you throw the door open and peek outside. Silence and an empty hallway greet you. You glance left and right. Up and down the hall until a large, crimson box catches in your peripheral, seated on your doormat. You fetch it, admiring the black ribbon intricately wrapped around it.
âWhatâs this?â you query, kicking your door shut once youâre back inside.
âA gift.â
âAnother one?â
His tone swims with nonchalance. âWhat can I say? I enjoy spoiling you rotten.â
You test the weight of the box. Shake it, hearing tissue paper and something heavy stir inside.
âOpen it.â
You oblige. Tear the ribbon and top off, eyes curiously raking over the boxâs contents. Inside is a long, black trench coat. Beneath that rests a long-sleeved, silk blouse. Deeper still lies a simple miniskirt, and you test its material between your fingers. It all looks and feels incredibly expensive despite its simplicity.
âPut it on,â Sylus instructs through the stillness. Â
âWhat? Why?â
âBecause you have a train to catch inââ A brief pause. âOne hour.â
âWhat the fuck? A train? An hour? Sylusââ
âTime is ticking, sweetie.â
The phone clicks with his exit.
You throw the clothes onto your couch, scrutinizing them over folded arms, chewing your lip. Itâs 50 degrees out. Where the hell does he think youâre going dressed like this? Does he plan to use you as bait or something?
Your phone buzzes again on your coffee table. You fetch it to see a QR code for a train ticket sitting in your inbox.
âShit,â you hiss, scrambling for your bathroom to shower. Heâs serious. There really is no time to spare.
Heâd better have a good reason for being so cryptic.
â
âThe second to last car,â he husks in your ear. âMeet me there in five.â
Your lips contort into a scowl. You rip your earpiece out, wending through the trainâs other passengers to pursue your goal.
In the corners of your vision, the scenery outside the windows eases by. Greenery nestled beneath the snow, somewhere remote. Itâs beautiful. You take time to admire the sights before finding your way to the second to last car.
The door slides shut behind you. Itâs quiet, save for the occasional rumble of the train upon the tracks. The passengers here are sparse. Itâs a luxury cabin, decked with armchairs, faux plants, and an expensive carpet.
You survey the area, spotting an unmistakable thatch of white nestled in the rear seat. Try to mask your giddiness as you make your way towards the back. Itâs been a few days since youâve last seen him.
Wordlessly, he motions to the seat across from him when you venture to his side, wearing that customary smirk. You plop down, folding your arms. Bite back a smile of your own, favoring a frown.
âWhatâs this all about?â
Sylus leans back in an easy slouch, and the way he manspreads makes your mouth water. He peers down at you from his nose, draping a long arm over the headrest of his seat. His turtleneck and coat do little to disguise the power of his body. The tendons in his neck dance. Jaw flexes. He motions to your lap with a flick of his gaze.
âTouch yourself,â he rasps.
Your eyes grow comically wide. âExcuse me?!â you hiss, mindful of your volume. Look around to ensure no oneâs the wiser to your conversation. No hello. No Iâve missed you. No preamble whatsoever.
His smug look doesnât waver. âDonât make me repeat myself, sweetheart.â Thereâs an underlying edge to his voice. One that doesnât leave room for argument. Still, you contest him.
âSylus, there are people here!â
That enraged whisper thing you doâitâs endearing.
Sylusâ eyes darken with something sinister. He hasnât stopped watching you since the moment you sat down. Hasnât stopped raking his eyes over your honeysuckle thighs, your hips.
âThey can watch,â he drawls with an innocent shrug.
âSylus!â
âSweetie, Iâm not asking.â Though he bears an expression of amusement, you can tell he means business. Consequences typically follow when you donât heed him. Delicious consequences.
You swallow thickly. Sylusâ silhouette blurs as you survey the car over his shoulder. There are at least three other passengers here, all seated near the door you came through. More than enough distance between you. Your lover bleeds back into focus, his brow raised in challenge.
With a weighted sigh, you shift to make yourself more comfortable. Loosen the tie of your coat, drawing it open whilst easing your hips forward. Hesitantly spread your legs, feeling Sylusâ optics tuned to your every move. Something hot and sticky has already begun to gather in your panties, and your nipples tighten beneath the frail silk of your blouse. Â
He cutely cocks his head to the side when you hesitate. Eyes narrow. âWhatâs wrong, sweetie,â he croons all low. You feel it coiling in your stomach. âScared?â
You cut your eyes to him, mouth drawn into a tight line. Of course you are. Youâve never done anything like this. Heâs introduced you to all kinds of things. Uncovered fantasies lurking deep in your mind. Discovered all the erogenous zones on your body you never knew you housed, butâ
Exhibitionism is new. Dangerous. And somehow, the thought of it makes you wetter.
âGo on,â he soothes. Encourages, irises dipping into a mysterious shade of garnet.
Your body moves of its own volition, spellbound. Thighs part a little more, hands smoothing over plump flesh. You sigh out, leaning back as you drag your nails over the inner curve of your thighs, bunching your skirt up towards your hips. A little more enthusiastic now, teasing your swollen outer labia with the knuckles of your thumbs.
Sylusâ mouth parts slightly. His gaze flickers downward, entranced by the show and the soft hitch of your breath. He looks back into your eyes, clicking his tongue in discovery. Reaches out a sizable hand, leaning towards you with his elbows digging into the pockets of his knees.
âPanties. Take them off.â
Your tummy sparkles with heat. He quirks a brow. Heâs serious. Itâs not enough to touch yourself like this in public. He wants you bare and exposed, staining the armchair with your heat.
Without a word, you shimmy out of your underwear. Thin and frill as they slide down your calves, over your ankles to pool at your feet. You compliantly deposit them into his hand. A bitten-off growl brews in his chest. He falls back against his seat, stuffing your panties into his coatâs inner pocket for safekeeping. Signals for you to keep going, fully invested in this game.
You repeat the process from before. And itâs a new sensation now, the crisp air of the train car kissing your sticky pussy. You try to think of other things. Try to distract yourself from the smolder of his gaze and how it makes your body hum and your mind fill with smoke.
You think about his fingers instead of yours, stroking down the slit of your pussy. His fingers rubbing at the hood of your clitoris, drawing it back to stroke your pretty, swollen clit. His thumbs sliding over your nipples, causing your back to arch, his tongue laving at the space behind your earâŚ
Your hips stutter. You stifle a moan. Sylus slides in and out of focus, your vision fogging around the corners. He chuckles amorously, shifting in his seat. âDonât stop,â he nurtures, eyes burning like a feverish flame. His dick sits heavy in his slacks, slowly hardening and twitching.
You salivate. Knowing that heâs enjoying this as much as you gradually areâfuck. You bite your lip, propping your leg on the chairâs arm. Spread nice and wide for him, your pussy on full display.
You rut against your fingers, your face screwed up in rapture. Legs quiver each time the pads of your fingers bump your messy clit. You construct a rhythm thatâs maddeningly slow and torturous. Feel that sparkling rush lazily pooling between your thighs, but itâs not enough. Wanna be filled and stuffed to the brim with cum.
His cum.
A glimpse at Sylus reveals something that makes you throb. Heâs touching himself. Humping into the palm of his hand, hot and weighted through the thick layers of his clothes. Fuck. You pulse.
âSyl,â you sob quietly, wetly, wantonly. âSyl, pleaseââ
âUse your fingers,â he breathes all ragged. âInside.â Angles his head back until it thumps against the headrest. Doesnât look away, still rucking his hips up into the heel of his palm like the slow undulation of a wave.
You indulge, circling the pucker of your pussy with your fingers. Steadily work one inside, and you sigh, tossing your head back. Caress your tits with your free hand, plucking your nipples to their peaks as you drive your finger in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds you make as you torture yourself causes your walls to clench down.
Sylusâ voice crackles, pouring through the fizzy haze thatâs settled over you.
âOne more. You can take one more, canât you, sweetie?â
You moan at how his voice oozes like warm milk and honey. Youâre obedient, gradually adding another, pumping in and out. A thick ring of cream collects around your knuckles. Itâs still not enough. Never enough.
âThatâs my girl,â he lauds, relief in his timbre. âSo good for me. So, so good.â
âSylus,â you sob, fucking yourself a little faster. Wish it were him instead, filling you up and pumping you with the briny edge of his cum. Thereâs a warm fluid trickling down your leg. Heat spooling in your tummy.
He greedily ingests the sight of you fucking yourself, groaning hoarsely. Youâre so close to spilling over the edge, so close to losing yourself to an orgasm. And you wouldâ
If not for the sound of footfalls nearing your position.
âShit!â you hiss, snapping your legs shut. Work your skirt into some semblance of neatness, throwing your coat over your legs. Your cheeks and neck are aflame, pulse pounding in your throat, pussy throbbing.
You donât make eye contact as the gentleman passes, too busy looking at your fingers in your lap. Heâs none the wiser to the goings on in your sectionâor, at least, he acts like he isnâtâas he bows with a small smile, slipping through the door behind. Sylus tracks his every move, and if looks could killâŚ
Your heart thrums heavily in your ears. You caution a glance at your boyfriend, taking in his flushed cheeks, his heaving chest. Heâd thrown his coat over his lap to disguise the monster pressing against the seam of his trousers.
You lock eyes. His lips pull into a scowl as he sits up, pitching himself forward. Cants his head to one side, voice abrasive and low.
âDid I tell you to close your fucking legs?â
A thrill racks through you. Itâs rare that he curses, only sullying his tongue when heâs upset or too far gone. It turns your stomach to a primordial ooze. Without warning, Sylus gathers himself up, snatching your wrist along with him.
You stumble like a baby fawn to your feet, gazing into those eyes that dwindle like liquid spilled over burning coals.
âWe arenât done here, sweetheart,â he promises with a tense jaw. Tugs you from your seat and down the aisle, all the while fishing for something in his pocket. A quick glance reveals a barcode, and a number printed in bold letters on a bit of plastic. A keycard. The sneaky littleâŚ
He peers at you over his shoulder as you both maneuver through the throng of passengers in the remaining cars, back towards the front. Your features warm with a smile. Legs tingle.
You werenât aware that this train had sleeper cars, but youâre grateful to know it does. Your body buzzes with the prospect of whatâs to come. Heâs not done with you, indeed. Â
hair down | masterlist | nuisance
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Pairing:Â poly! WooSan x gn! Reader
Word Count:Â 4587
Warnings:Â cursing, implied sexual activity, arguing
Genre:Â Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, T for teen
Summary:Â In a relationship with Wooyoung and San, you feel left out of their activities. One evening, it all blows up.
this is my baby :') (yes i keep saying that about my fics) but i spent a lot of time on this and i think its one of my best works lol,,,,i hope u enjoy! i do have a second, shorter, part with the aftermath if you'd be interested
thank you to @hobeemin for betaing <3
Youâre sitting on the couch with two pairs of legs in your lap. To anyone else, it would look like a sweet scene. Your boyfriends cuddling while you watch them fondly. But youâve never felt so alone before.
You knew you were the addition to the relationshipâSan and Wooyoung had been dating for a long while before they met you, and it took another few years for them to ask you to join their relationship. After crushing on the two of them for so long, you had leapt at the chance to.
At first, you were just happy to be thereâto have them smile at you sweetly, hold your hand, and press you into the sheets so well. But as time passed, it felt like being there was all you had to be happy about.
Sometimes, you wonder if you had just misconstrued the whole thing. Maybe they just wanted a roommate they could fool around with. Or youâre just reading too much into it. Itâs only been six months since you were invited into the relationship.
As youâre contemplating your relationship with the two, your boyfriends stand. You only notice because of the weight leaving your body. âHey, babe, Sannie and I are going to the bedroom, okay?â
âOhâ is there anything I can do too?â The desperation in your voice is evident, and you hate that it is. Sanâs eyes soften but both he and Wooyoung chuckle. Not meanly, but not kindly.
âNot today. Enjoy the movie.â
They each drop a kiss on the top of your head, and just like that, you watch them slip right through your fingers again.
You do your best to sit there and not feel upset; you try, but the pinch in your heart doesnât go away. Theyâve never been so outwardlyâŚdismissive of you, and youâve had quite enough of it. After a long five minutes of unhappy thoughts swirling around your head, you stand. Youâre not sitting around and letting yourself feel like the second (or third) fiddle.
You blink back the angry tears threatening to fall as you pull on your sweatshirt and search for your phone, only to remember you left it on the bedside table. Youâre not about to barge in on and grab it so you settle with your keys. You wonât be out for too long anyway.
As you leave the apartment, you do your best to close the door behind you as quietly as possible. The crisp fall air clears your mind, and you can think properly about your relationship. You just cannot allow yourself to continue to hurt like this. Theyâre a package deal to you and will come hand-in-hand with you in your life. You may love them, and they may be fond of you, but in the end, youâre just a plus one.Â
The realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, and you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that escapes. It hurts you deeply, and you donât want it to be true. You want to believe they need you just as much as you need them, although you know the thought is futile.
You shudder as you finally let your sobs calm down, and your heart returns to a normal pace. You canât stay there much longer if you donât want to lose yourself. As you head back to the apartment, you hurriedly wipe your eyes and clear your throat, unwilling for San and Wooyoung to see the state youâre in.
But that proves unnecessaryâwhen you walk back in, San is sitting on the couch, a new movie is on the screen, and Wooyoung is prepping dinner. A quick glance at the clock tells you that youâve been gone for about an hour and a half. Your blood boils as you realise they hardly noticed your disappearance, but you force it back to your gut. Blowing up now would be counter-productive.
Your phone is right where you left it, but as you try to escape, San calls out for you, âOh, YN. Woo and I wanted to askâŚâ Your breath catches in your throat, hoping for something. âDo you want to join us next time?â
It takes all of your willpower not to laugh. âNo, I donât think I will.â Such a tone of mockery had never left your mouth directed at them before, and you snap your mouth shut before you say something else. Sanâs eyebrow rises high into his hairline.
You hear Wooyoung chuckle from the kitchen. âThatâs fine. We have more fun without you anyway.â
And you know, deep down, he didnât mean it maliciously. Wooyoung doesnât have a mean bone in his body. He was just trying to be funny and lighten the mood from the tension he had heard in your voice. But he didnât know he (and San) was the cause of the stress, and all he does is relight the anger in your gut.
âOh, so Iâve realised,â you mutter, and this time, Sanâs other brow raises, and he interrupts.
âWhat do you mean by that?â He moves to cross his arms, and you scoff.
âIâm sure you know damn well what I mean, Choi San. I get it. You guys have been dating forâŚlonger than youâve known me. Itâs understandable you guys sometimes just want to be together without me.â You pause to take a breath, and San looks just about constipated. âButâŚI genuinely cannot remember the last time the three of us went on a date or included me in anything other than just sex. And even that, once in a while. What is the point of me being here?â
âWhy didnât you just talk to us?â Wooyoung asks, having moved from the kitchen to stand in the doorway. His brows are furrowed, and he looks so confused that you almost want to forget your argument. But itâs gone too far already, and words wonât stop pouring out of your mouth.
âYou would rethink your already comfortable relationship for me? Donât be silly.â You cut off Wooyoungâs attempted argument. âMaybe you wouldâve thought about it, but come on. Iâm me. Iâve known you guys for four years; youâve been dating for seven. I asked to join you guys all the damn time, but all I got was getting brushed off. Forgive me for not having the confidence to confront you two.â
You run your hand through your hair, blinking back your tears. âI canât imagine this relationship without you guys, but to you two? Iâm just an afterthought,â you state, shaking your head.
Before your soft heart gets the better of you and you fall to your knees and take it all back, you turn right back out the door, your phone clutched in your hands this time. Wooyoung and San make no move to go after you, and it hurts more than it should.
Youâre not in the mood to walk and wallow, so you sit in the parking garage, ordering a taxi. As you wait for your ride, you hear footsteps thundering up to you, and you know whatâs coming.
âAre you actually leaving?â Sanâs voice comes from behind you, a tightness to it you havenât heard before.
You keep your eyes forward and nod. âYes. I need some time to myself. IâŚI wonât leave forever, at least not for now. I donât want to give us up, but I need time to rest my heart. And you guys need time to process, Iâm sure.â
The taxi you called is pulling up now, and you stand. After hesitating, you turn around and wrap your arms around Sanâs waist. Thereâs no wait on his side; his warm and strong arms come around your shoulders to squeeze you gently. Your eyes are shut tightly, knowing that if you open them, youâll want to go right back up to the apartment.
âTell Wooyoung I said âsorryâ,â you manage to choke out, and you can practically hear Sanâs melancholic smile.
âYou have nothing to apologise for, but I will if it makes you feel better. The only reason he didnât come down is because he didnât want to overwhelm you.â San sighs, running a hand through his hair. âFor whatever itâs worth, Iâm sorry weâve made you feel so alone. It was never our intention, but that doesnât excuse the fact that it happened.â
You sometimes wish San wasnât so sweet and lovely and perfect. And you sure wish Wooyoung didnât feel as strongly as he did. If they cared less, it wouldâve made your hurt and betrayal less sharp in your chest. But you donât want them to be guilty, and you donât want Wooyoung to cry.
âIâŚwonât be gone for long,â is all you have left to say to San before you cram yourself into the taxi, and will your tears to not fall until you get into the safety of your apartment that doesnât even feel like home.
As soon as you reach your apartment, you collapse to your knees and cry. With every sob, your chest heaves and your throat aches. But youâre finally able to let out all your hurt, and after an hour or so, you feel as refreshed as you can be. You hope it will work out in the end for your sake and theirs.
â
You sink into the familiar comfort of your couch, a sigh escaping your lips as the silence of your apartment envelops you. It's been two weeks since the tearful confrontation with San and Wooyoung, two weeks since you've allowed yourself to feel the full weight of your emotions. The initial relief of expressing your pent-up frustrations has given way to a dull ache of longing and uncertainty.
Days turn into nights, and the silence stretches, punctuated only by the occasional text message from San and Wooyoung, their words a mix of apologies, reassurance, and pleas for you to come back. You read and reread their messages, your heart torn between the desire to run back into their arms and the fear of being hurt again.
Yeosang, your closest friend, becomes your lifeline during this time, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of your emotions. He listens patiently as you pour out your doubts and fears, offering his unwavering support and gentle guidance. "They miss you, you know," he often reminds you softly, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of your inner turmoil.
"I miss them too," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "But what if it's not enough? What if we can't bridge the gap that's grown between us?"
Yeosang squeezes your hand reassuringly. "You won't know until you try. They're willing to work on things, YN. Don't let your fear rob you of a chance at happiness."
His words echo in your mind, a constant reminder that you can't stay hidden forever. You need to confront your fears, to have that difficult conversation, and to decide whether the love you share is strong enough to overcome the challenges you face.
As the days pass, you find yourself slowly emerging from the cocoon of your self-imposed isolation. You start venturing out, meeting friends for coffee, taking walks in the park, trying to rediscover a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of your emotions.
But the longing for San and Wooyoung never truly fades. It lingers in the quiet moments, in the empty spaces beside you on the couch, in the memories that flood your mind when you least expect them.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you call Yeosang, asking him to meet up with you for coffee so that you can figure out how to approach your relationship with San and Wooyoung. He agrees readily, and promises to set aside some time at lunch tomorrow to hear you out.
âYou miss them, too.â You blink at Yeosangâs statement, before heaving a sigh and taking a sip of your drink. As usual, he doesnât waste time with small talk and just starts with the point of the meet-up. âYouâre putting off this discussion for far too long, YN.â
And heâs right, as he usually is. Itâs been about two weeks since the breakdown, and youâve managed to avoid most attempts at reaching you, placating them with a âsoonâ whenever they text you to ask. But youâre a little too scared to reopen the conversation. What if they hate you and donât want you anymore?
âThey donât hate you,â Yeosang interrupts your spiralling with an all-knowing look. You swear he can read your mind, and he swears youâre just easy to read. âYou both just need to have a long conversation. Of course, it may not work out properly, but if not, they need to know it for future reference.â
You bite your lip, sighing like the weight of the world rests upon your shoulders. âStop being so smart, okay? I know I should. Iâm justâŚI donât know how to start.â
Yeosang raises an eyebrow. âFirst, you should set up a date to talk. I recommend calling them.â He easily dodges your slap. âSeriously, YN. I canât tell you what to say. Just go talk to them properly. Theyâre not gonna be unreasonable. They like you.â
If you sighed anymore, Yeosang would probably smack you himself. âFine. Iâll call them tomorrow.â Yeosang narrows his eyes, and you know heâs seen right through your lie.
âCall them now. I wonât bother you or be loud.â
You start to whine, but Yeosang fixes you with such a glare that you pull out your phone begrudgingly. Your hands tremble as you dial Wooyoung's number, knowing San would probably be at work right now. The phone rings once, twice, and your heart squeezes in hope and disappointment that he hasnât picked up yet.
Youâre just about to hang up when the phone picks up, and Wooyoungâs breathy voice crackles over the receiver. âHello? YN?â He sounds like he just ran a marathon, and you canât help but smile. The sound of his voice on the other end of the line sends a wave of warmth through you, a bittersweet reminder of the love you've been missing.
âHey, Wooyoung. Sorry for never getting back to you guys.â You can already feel the awkwardness and tension through the phone call. âUhâŚwhen are you guys free to talk?â
You can hear the eagerness in Wooyoungâs voice as he responds almost immediately. âDonât apologise, YN, okay? San and I are free tonight after five. Would you like to come round to have dinner? Iâm making spicy pork belly soup. If not, tomorrow evening also works at the same time. If you need more time.â
Heâs one word away from practically begging on his knees, and you feel your heartstrings tug. âYeah, tonight works if thatâs okay. Is six-thirty okay?â
âYes!â Wooyoung has no hesitation when he answers you. âJust come up wheneverâyou know the door code.â
âOkay, thank you again,â you say, seconds from hanging up when his voice cuts through the phone.
âYN. For what itâs worth, Iâm sorry. And Iâll see you tonight.â
He ends the call before you can say anything else, and youâre left staring at the phone longingly. Yeosangâs chuckle brings you out of your thoughts. âTold you they donât hate you,â he hums, a small smile on his lips, and you roll your eyes at him even though your heart warms.
âShould I bring a gift? Like wine or something? I donât knowâŚtheyâre feeding me. And it could be a peace offering.â
Yeosang laughs again, amused by your dilemma. âIf you want to, it could be a nice gesture. But really, I think they just want to see you again.â He reaches over to you to squeeze your hand. âYou guys will be just fine, okay?â
You nod, offering him your own crooked smile. âThanks for sitting and talking, Sang. I appreciate it.â Your eyes dart to the side. âI should probably go see if I can find a proper bottle of wine, though.â
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The bottle of wine in your hands is clutched so tightly you fear it may shatter in your sweaty grasp. Youâre almost too scared to knock, but your longing to see your boyfriends (were they still your boyfriends?) overrides your fear, and you tap on the door lightly. It might be presumptuous to just walk in, even though Wooyoung told you they didnât change the door code. Youâve done it many times before, but these circumstances are different.
Before you can chicken out and call it off, the door swings open, and San stands before you, his hair messy like it always ends when he tries to style it without help. Your fingers twitch as you keep yourself from reaching up to smooth it over. â...Hi,â you greet him instead, eyes flitting down to your hands. âI brought wine.â
âThanks. Come on in. Wooyoungâs finishing up now.â
He steps aside, and you pass him, trying not to flinch as his comforting scent fills your brain. Oh, how you missed him and Wooyoung. The apartment is unchanged, and a picture of the three of you is still hung on the wall. âI hope youâve been well?â
âYea. Iâve been keeping busy.â San closes the door behind you, running a hand through his messy hair, which only serves to worsen it. âHow about you?â
You shrug as casually as you can. âIâm doing well. Just been workingâŚâ Thereâs a long pause where neither of you knows what to do. âDo you need help with anything? Where do you want me to put the wine?â
San shrugs. âThereâs not much to do. The table has already been set. Do you want to wash up or anything? I can pour the wine.â
You nod, handing over the bottle, being careful to avoid Sanâs touch before excusing yourself to the bathroom. You can practically hear the disappointed sigh leaving Sanâs mouth and you feel a sharp stab in your heart at how upset he seems to be but you remind yourself this is important. As Yeosang said, they have to be aware of what issues youâre having.
You glance at your weary face in the mirror, wiping at some smudged makeup and fixing your hair, taking any moment you can get to calm yourself down. When you can hear low murmurs in the kitchen of San and Wooyoung talking you know itâs about time for you to get out of the bathroom.
When you turn the corner into the kitchen, Wooyoung greets you with a tentative smile and a wake of his spatula. âHey, YN. Hope youâre doing well. AreâŚare you hungry? Itâs almost done.â Wooyoung speaks carefully like heâs triple-checking the words he wants to say before they come out of his mouth.
âOf course,â you laugh awkwardly. âYour food is always good. I hope youâre doing well too.â
Itâs almost painful how tense the atmosphere is, and both you and Wooyoung cast a glance at San as if pleading silently for him to resolve it for you two. Before any of you guys can speak, the rice cooker beeps, slicing the thick stress in half and all three of you laugh. âLetâs eat,â San cheers, his eyes crinkling in the smile you missed.
The three of you move towards the seats, where three glasses of wine sit and side dishes are scattered around. Wooyoung holds the stew in his hands, setting it down in the middle of the table as you and San take your seats.
The dinner is mostly silent, aside from a couple of hums in delight at the taste of Wooyoungâs cooking. As much as you would deny it, you missed this. You missed being near them, being able to share the same space with them. As the three of you eat, you sneak glances at both San and Wooyoung. Aside from the tousled hair, San seems pretty put-together, with an easygoing smile on his face and dimples still prominent. But the dullness in his eyes is clear and he smiles and giggles way less than usual. Wooyoungâs face is lined with worry, hints of stubble peeking out, and youâre embarrassed to admit you find it attractive. His hands fiddle with his silverware as he eats, and the guilt returns to eat at your stomach.
âSoâŚâ you try and break the silence carefully, and both menâs eyes quickly focus on you. â...my brotherâs boyfriend adopted a cat secretly and Hongjoong is livid, but I caught him cuddling with the cat just two days ago.â
San chuckles. âSounds about right. Seonghwa definitely seems the type to. What, did he find the cat on the side of the road and âjust couldnât let it starve out thereâ?â You snort at Sanâs imitation of your brother.
âAlmost spot on. Itâs like Seonghwa is sitting right here, really.â
And with that, the conversation continues almost completely normally, like nothing had happened two weeks prior. Wooyoung prods at Sanâs cooking like always and you defend San but canât help but throw in a jab of your own, one that San reaches over and pushes gently at your shoulder for.
At the touch, you freeze and Wooyoungâs eyes dart between the two of you. A long moment passes until you finally laugh stiffly and push him back. âWhat can I say? Itâs true.â
Wooyoung smiles at the both of you, the corner of his lips crooked. âGood to see you take his side as always when it comes to cooking,â he teases. âMaybe Iâll make him cook next time.â
Next time. Your breath catches at those words and both San and Wooyoung take note of your hopeful reaction. âIâll hold you to that.â
-
After dinner, all of you shuffle into the living room slowly, knowing exactly what must come. None of you want to start the conversation, but it must happen. You sit first, hands wringing in your lap. San and Wooyoung sit right next to each other, but not far from you.
âWe could draw straws?â Wooyoung speaks up, his hands gripping the couch beside him. âTo see who goes first.â
You donât quite know how to react, but unlike the last time Wooyoung tried to be silly, you understand it isnât coming from a place of malice. âI think thatâs a great idea, Wooyoung,â both you and San agree, and although Wooyoungâs body tenses a tad more, his eyes soften.
âThanks.â
With shaking hands, you hold out the straws Wooyoung had given you. Both San and Wooyoung draw, keeping their pick hidden until you pick yours. Long. San uncurls his hand and reveals his. Long.
Your gaze shifts to Wooyoung who looks just about ready to throw up at the prospect of going first. âOf course itâs me,â he laughs soullessly. âI suggested it, so I end up being first.â
âIf youâre not comfortableââ
Wooyoung stops San with a quick squeeze of his hand. âNo, itâs okay. I have a lot to say.â Without further ado, he turns to face you, his eyes pleading and his brows furrowed. âYN, Iâm sorry. I was inconsiderate of you in the relationship, and although I meant no harm, I hurt you when I commented on âhaving more fun without youâ. Although I tried to keep tension low, it only served to hurt you and I apologise for that. I shouldâve been more attentive to you and considered how you may have felt when San and I went off to do our own thing without you.â
You feel a wave of relief wash over you, your heart warming at his heartfelt apology. âI really appreciate that, Wooyoung,â you hum. âI missed you a lot, and after a couple days of cooling down, I realised you meant no harm, and I couldâve told you how I felt about that with more maturity. IâŚI hope you donât mind if I go next.â
San waves his hand, gesturing for you to go on. âOf course,â he agrees readily, squeezing Wooyoungâs hand gently.
âIâm sure myâŚcomplaintsâŚabout our dynamic were pretty clear. I felt left out, excluded, and separated from the two of you. And what I was feeling was valid, but my reaction wasnât. I am sorry about how I went about talking to you guys. I assumed you wouldnât care, and so I kept it to myself and let it boil over. And just running out on you guys was unfair of me. I didnât explain, nor give you guys a chance to explain.â
San nods empathetically. âI was indeed hurt by your immediate assumption that we wouldnât care. I thought it was clear we care about youâI mean, we did watch that show together and we asked if you wanted to join us next time. If you were really feeling hurt, I do wish you brought it up sooner.â
You sigh, looking down at your twisting hands, bringing one of them up to your mouth to chew lightly on the nail. âLike I said way back, I was insecure about the two of you changing your relationship dynamic just because I wanted it. Maybe it was stupid, I donât know, but the hurt I felt wasnât stupid. Sure, we watched the show, and sure, you asked me if I wanted to join next time. But that was it! I was an afterthought. You dismissed me when I said I wanted to join, and yet you asked me why I didnât bring it up before?â
Before you can sink your teeth any further into your nail, Wooyoung leans forward, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth and bringing it to his lap. âDonât bite your nails, YN. Iâm sure San didnât mean to be dismissive,â he pleads, elbowing San lightly in the ribs, who winces and nods sincerely. âIâm sure you understand, we were just hurt you didnât trust us enough, although your reasons are understandable. We want to make things right, though, and we want you to be comfortable to talk to us about your insecurities and worries.â
âYeah, I didnât mean to be so defensive,â San concedes. âI got too caught up in wanting everyone to get along, I got ahead of myself. I pride myself on being the calm one, but I was too passive and that quickly turned into self-righteousness.â His hand moves to rest atop yours and Wooyoungâs, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the soft skin.
âWe still want you with us, YN,â Wooyoung cuts in, âand we want to change for you. We talked about this when you were gone, and weâll respect your decision to leave if you so wish, but we really would like to try and work this through.â
You pause for a moment. You could walk away right now, minimizing any potential hurt that could follow. But as your eyes land on your conjoined hands, any minute wish to leave is immediately squashed and you smile up at the two of them. âI want to stay too.â
San matches your smile and Wooyoungâs grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. Before anything else happens, he pulls you forward, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders as he engulfs you in a warm hug. Without hesitation, San quickly joins, pressing a kiss to the top of both your and Wooyoungâs head.
As they murmur promises of how they can include you more, as well as soft âI love youâs in your ear, you canât help but relax at their showcase of love. Things will turn out all right.
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Coffee Coffee Coffee
Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)
Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.
A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy đ
A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.
You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."
The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.
You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."
"No?" you ask with a smile.
He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.
"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.
"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.
He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.
"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.
"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.
"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.
You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.
"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.
"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.
His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"
"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."
He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.
You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."
"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"
You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"
"Y/N," he stops you.
"Only two," you answer.
"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.
You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.
He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."
"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.
Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.
"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.
You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.
He nods, "Of course, darling."
"And coffee?" you ask half joking.
"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.
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cinnamon girl - kamo choso
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠10k follower event special! âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠word count: 17.3k warnings: i think none? summary: the brothers who are your neighbors across the hall settle inside of your heart as if there had been a space inside of it left just for them. more info: neighbors to friends to lovers. super cute big brother/little brother choso and yuji dynamic <3
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[ thereâs things i wanna say to you, but iâll just let you live // like if you hold me without hurting me, youâll be the first who ever did // thereâs things i wanna talk about, but better not to give // but if you hold me without hurting me, youâll be the first who ever did ]
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When sheâd first met her neighbors across the hall, (y/n) hadnât known they were her neighbors. At the time sheâd still been new to the building, having only lived there for under a month, and she hadnât quite found the time (or courage) to introduce herself to the other residents on her floor. Going door to door seemed corny, and she figured over time theyâd see each other in passing, but it appeared her floor was rather quiet. Maybe they all worked at odd hours, or from home and never left their apartment, but either way, sheâd barely met anyone in the building. Â
Save for the uppity property manager and a few of the maintenance crew. Neither of which she took much pleasure in interacting with. Neither of which provided much room for forming friendships. Â
Although one of the maintenance guys who fixed her broken dishwasher would have been more than happy to accept her number, as heâd tried multiple times to leave his personal number in the case of any other âemergenciesâ as he called them. Now she tried to DIY her way out of any issue the small apartment gave her, just so she could avoid having him sent to her again.
But a month into her lease, sheâs still a stranger to what feels like the entire complex, and sheâd gone to the mail room to check her mailbox. As usual it was empty, and despite having hoped to make friends when sheâd moved to the area, it was a bit of a relief to not have to talk to anyone right now.
That is, until a small person came running into the room. Or, half running half waddling on his chubby legs. When the child wasnât immediately followed by an adult, (y/n) found herself panicking.
âUh, hello,â She greeted, with painful awkwardness.
So she wasnât that great with kids, sue her. Sheâd never had to interact with small children before, with no kids in her extended family, she didnât exactly have the experience. Nonetheless, the little boy in the footie pajama tiger costume looked up at her with wide eyes and a wider smile.
There still didnât seem to be an adult in the area, and her panic kicked up a few notches.
âIs your mommy or daddy around?â She asked, wondering if she needed to put the mail away and notify the proper authorities of this missing child.
Surely someone was missing him- he was downright adorable. With the brightest brown eyes sheâs ever seen, a toothy smile that displayed his missing front tooth, and the striped tail of his tiger onesie being wrung around in his little hands- (y/n) had never felt baby fever before, but she imagined it had to be akin to the tightening heartstrings in her chest.
âNo,â The boy shakes his head, most of his body following the movement in a small sway. âI donât have themâÂ
Okay, now she was going to have to do a breathing exercise before she called the police, so that she could remain calm until this missing child was returned home safely.
With a slow exhale, she tucks her mail into her purse before kneeling down before him. It takes her a few moments to try and find the right thing to say, this kid looked no older than five and she just wasnât equipped to strike up a conversation with a child so young about where their home was. She tries to speak calmly and slowly.
âAre you lost, little tiger?âÂ
Mentally, she cringes at how awkward her voice sounds when sheâs trying to be approachable. Does it come across as creepy? Fuck, she hopes not.
But the kid giggles, and shakes his head.
âNo, Iâm not lost!â He squeals it out with that adorable little kid delight, as if heâs trying to fight a fit of giggles. âI live here! With Choso-nii!âÂ
So he lived with his brother. That explained the no parents thing⌠sort of. At least enough to calm her racing heart down a bit.
âAnd where is Choso-nii?â She asks next, praying that at any moment this mystery brother would appear and scoop up this kid before she had to strain through much more interaction. Then again, she hoped no other adults would have to witness the embarrassing way she spoke to kids.
âI donât know,â The boy shrugs his shoulders. âWe were playing hide and seek. He hasnât found me yet!âÂ
(y/nâs) eyes widen with alarm before she realizes that she should probably keep her expression as neutral as possible, so as not to worry the child. It settles back into a nervous smile before she nods in slow understanding.
âYou play hide and seek⌠out hereâŚ?â She asks slowly.
The boy holds both of his hands up to his mouth as he giggles. If she wasnât so anxious about him being all alone, she wouldâve melted at the adorable and squeaky sound.
âNooo,â He whines out playfully. âI was trying to find a really good hiding spot!â He declares.
Again, (y/n) nods, and gives him a small laugh.
âWell buddy, the mail room isnât a great spot. Itâs all open, see?â SHe gestures around her to the space theyâre standing in. âHeâs sure to find you right away. Did you leave your apartment?âÂ
The boy nods back at her, but his attention starts to stray as he begins to look around, probably for a better hiding spot.
âDoes your brother know you left?âÂ
This time he shakes his head.
(y/n) huffs, and places her hands on her knees.
âWhatâs your name, kiddo?âÂ
âItadori Yuji!â The boy declares, his attention back on her as a proud grin covers his face. âIâm five!â He adds, holding out his hand with all five fingers stretched out on display. This time when (y/n) giggles, itâs genuine.
âItadori Yuji, Iâm (y/n),â She introduces softly before tilting her head at him. âI live in the building too. Do you think I could take you back to your brother?âÂ
Yuji frowns.
âBut then my turn will be overâÂ
Sheâs quick on her feet to come up with an excuse to take him back home where he belongs.
âWell⌠Iâm sure I could convince your brother to give you a re-do. Since I messed up your game and all,â She suggests. âDo you think then it would be okay?âÂ
Yuji thinks about it for a minute, humming and looking around the mailroom some more. Once he realizes thereâs not a good hiding spot anyways, he gives in, and nods his head.
âOkay!â He agrees, and (y/n) smiles back at him as she stands up again.
âDo you know which apartment is yours, Itadori Yuji?âÂ
âI know which button to push in the elevator!â He tells her, and she figures thatâs a good start for now. If knocking on every door is what it took to get him back to his brother, sheâd have to accept that.
âAlright then, letâs get to itâÂ
As the pair make their way to the elevator, Yuji pulls the hood of his pajamas over his head. Itâs got fluffy little ears to complete the whole costume, and (y/n) canât help the smile that takes over at the adorable sight.
Yujiâs excited about pushing the buttons in the elevator. He expertly pushes the one with the number for his floor- or at least she hopes itâs the right one- before he pushes the one to close the doors.
âChoso-nii always lets me push the buttonsâ He tells her matter of factly.
âI can see why. Youâve practically mastered it,â She teases in response, and he seems to take it as the highest form of compliment. Itâs then that she takes notice of the floor heâd chosen. âI think you and I live on the same floor, Itadori YujiâÂ
âReally?â The boyâs eyes light up as if heâd just learned his best friend lived so close- despite them still being strangers in her book. It makes her chuckle as she nods her head at him.
âReallyâ She affirms.
The first neighbor she meets, and itâs a rowdy five year old boy. Oh well, it couldâve been worse, right?
âThatâs so cool! I canât wait to tell Choso-nii!â Yuji bounces with his giddiness, and it has (y/n) chuckling again.
Even if his brother had lost track of the kid, it was clear that Yuji adored him with how much he brought up his name. (y/n) only hoped that when she returned him, Choso-nii lived up to the first impression his little brother was creating.
âHe doesnât really have any friends,âÂ
Yuji immediately begins to overshare, and now (y/nâs) trying to stifle her laughter as he babbles on about his older brother. Heâs chatty for a five year old sharing an elevator ride with a stranger, but (y/n) didnât mind. The less she had to make awkward small talk, the better.
âBut thatâs just ce-bause he works a lot. He works really late too. Sometimes past my bedtime. But he doesnât get in trouble ce-bause heâs a grown up and Iâm just a kid. But when Iâm a grown up Iâm gonna stay up past my bedtime, too!âÂ
A little chuckle slips past her lips just as the elevator dings, and the doors slide open again. Yuji steps out and happily leads the way down the hall. (y/n) hopes his confidence is based in his memory on where he lives.
âHeâs really nice though. He should have more friends. But he has me!âÂ
âIs that so?â (y/n) giggles softly as Yuji begins to skip down the hall. Â
Theyâve almost approached her apartment, and her panic begins to crawl back in. Does he really live up here? Does he really live in this building? When he finally plants himself in front of a door, she prays to whoeverâs up there that his brother is on the other side.
Glancing behind her to see her own door there, she swallows the lump in her throat. This kid lived right across the hall from her? Her brows are pulled into a pinch, and sheâs debating on scooping Yuji up and calling the police to find his proper address, because what are the odds of that?Â
Maybe she was just paranoid, but sheâs on the brink of reaching out to the boy when the door in front of them swings open.
Oh wow, is the first thought on her mind, and sheâs lucky her throat went too dry for her to accidentally let them slip off her tongue, too.
The man that stood in the doorway couldnât have been more than a couple years older than her- which she wasnât expecting- but more surprisingly, heâs the most handsome man sheâs ever laid her eyes on. Â
With a tall stature and broad shoulders, he nearly took up the entire doorway with his body. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats, but she could tell that he was well built under his clothes. From his size alone, she could conclude that, but there was also a certain aura about him that told her he was strong. Not to mention, with fair skin and dark hair swept into two messy buns, he was just so pretty she couldnât tear her eyes off of him. There was a thin black line tattooed over the bridge of his nose and across his cheekbones that stood out on his pale skin, and she stared at it too long to be deemed appropriate, but she just couldnât help herself. He was the most mesmerizing person sheâs ever seen.
Sheâs stunned so thoroughly that she just stands there with her lips sealed and her eyes blinking wide.
Yuji, on the other hand, is overwhelmingly delighted.
âChoso-nii!â He cheers, leaping towards his brother and clinging onto the hem of his sweatshirt.
âI was just going to come look for you, booger,â Choso finally speaks and (y/nâs) struck with a mixture of relief from the confirmation that this was Yujiâs proper home, and a sudden heat in her chest from hearing his deep voice.
The man places a hand on top of Yujiâs head, smushing down the ears on his hood as he tilts his head back so he could stare down at him sternly.
âYou donât leave the house like that,â He scolds in a gentle voice, clearly more concerned than anything. âYou know thatâÂ
âI was still in the building,â Yuji pouts. âAnd (y/n)-san found me,âÂ
Before Choso can ask who he means, it strikes him that the woman whoâd been at the door with his little brother was still standing there. She throws her hand up in an awkward wave, still too starstruk to speak. Also perhaps a bit intimidated from having to explain herself to the handsome stranger- who happened to be her neighbor.
Before she could properly introduce herself, or find her voice, Yujiâs pulling away from his brother and reaching for (y/nâs) hand. He tugs on it as he stares up at her with pleading eyes.
âCâmon (y/n)-san, tell him, tell him!âÂ
Choso eyes his brother with a peculiar narrow to his eyes, before shifting his gaze upwards, towards the girl whoâs quietly laughing and pulling Yujiâs hand off of her own gently.
âRightâŚâ She murmurs down at him, before turning towards his older brother. âWell, I must request that you give Yuji a re-do on his round of hide and seek,âÂ
Choso blinks, his eyes widening in just the slightest. Enough for (y/n) to realize there was a slight violet hue in the darkness of them. Her heart skips a beat- has she ever seen violet in a personâs eyes before? Certainly not. She has to clear her throat before continuing.
âYou see, I made him end his round early,â She continues, trying to bite back the grin that threatens to take over her features as she takes responsibility for the game being ended so abruptly. âCompletely my faultâÂ
A breath of a laugh escapes him, before his lips part and he smiles between her and his brother and fully laughs.
âI see,â He hums. âYou can have a redo on one conditionâÂ
âAnything!â Yuji wailed out dramaticallyÂ
âThe game stays inside the apartment. Got it?âÂ
âOkay!â Yuji agrees to the rule right away, throwing himself at his brother again to wrap his arms around him in a display of his gratitude. He giggles as he looks up at his beloved big brother. âIâm gonna go scout hiding spots while you talk to (y/n)-san!âÂ
Before anything more could be said, Yujiâs darting back inside the apartment. Even with the footie pajamas, his stomps as he roams around looking for small places he could fit could be heard by the pair at the door.
âScouting is cheating!â Choso hollers behind him, but when heâs met only with Yujiâs giggling, he figures itâs probably a lost cause already, and turns back to where his little brotherâs not-as-little friend is still hovering in the hall. His adamâs apple bobs as he swallowed thickly, trying to cure the dry spell on his throat before he speaks again. âThank you for helping him get back. Iâm, uh, sorry if he was troubleâÂ
âOh, he was no trouble at all,â She says easily, because itâs the truth. She tries not to focus on the purple in his eyes as she jerks her thumb over her shoulder. âI actually live across the hall, so if anything he walked me home like a tiny gentlemanâÂ
She laughs off her nerves as she pulls on the strap of her bag, clutching it close to her chest. Itâs a relief when he quietly chuckles too.
âIâm Kamo Choso, by the wayâ He says, stepping out of the doorway just enough to extend his hand to her. She hesitates before taking it, and he wonders if heâs imagining things or if she really was blushing from the simple handshake.
â(y/l/n) (y/n),â She replies softly. âNice to meet youâÂ
She hadnât thought Choso would take Yuji seriously when he was instructed to talk to her, but to her surprise he leans back against his door frame and takes it upon himself to strike up a conversation. Itâs nothing too exciting, but it was more than she was expecting, and it still has butterflies tickling in her stomach.
âHow long have you been in the building?âÂ
âAbout a month,â She answers. âPretty sure youâre the first person Iâve met that actually counts, thoughâÂ
âThat actually counts?â His brow raises.
âWould you count the landlord and the maintenance crew?â She asks, a slight smirk tugging on the corner of her lips. It draws another chuckle out of him, and he has to nod his head in agreement. âWell, I should let you get back to your game,â She shuffles backward, her hands relaxing on the strap of her bag as she reaches her side of the hall. âIâm glad I met you both, thoughâ She adds in a moment of bravery before sheâs fishing for her key.
âMe too-âÂ
âChoso-nii! Time to cooount!â A little voice hollers from inside his apartment, sending him whirling around to scold Yuji for being too loud when the door is open and all of their neighbors could surely hear his screeching.
(y/nâs) already slipped inside her door and shut it again when he turns back again. Heâs disappointed, even if he didnât know what else to say, he wouldâve liked to talk to her a little bit longer. With a huff, he hopes theyâll cross paths in the hall sometime soon, before he heads after his brother.
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After a few more rounds of hide and seek where Choso had to pretend he hadnât seen Yujiâs tail poking out from under the couch, or his padded clawed feet from beneath the swaying curtains, he decides itâs time to make them both lunch.
And in the midst of perfecting his craft at grilled cheeses, he thinks he might as well press his kid brother for some more information about their supposed new neighbor.
âYour new friend seemed pretty niceâ He tested the waters, keeping his focus on the stove while Yuji did a coloring page at the counter across from him.
â(y/n)-san?â He asks, grinning right away. Out of the corner of his eye, Choso can see that he began to kick his feet back and forth. âSheâs really nice! I like her a lotâÂ
âMhmâ Choso hums back, poking the sandwich around with a spatula to test if it was ready to flip yet. Yuji watches his big brother curiously.
âDid you like her too, Choso-nii?âÂ
âI said she seemed niceâ Choso chuckles, glancing over at Yuji for just a moment before focusing on the stove again.
âWell, good. Ce-bause I told her you didnât have friends, so maybe she could be your friendâÂ
Choso nearly chokes on air as he turns to Yuji again, a wince of a smile on his face. Yujiâs grinning, of course, because heâs five and had all the best intentions in making sure his big brother had companionship, but Choso canât help but worry that heâd killed his chances of getting to know her better. She probably thought he was a creepy loner now.
âYou⌠told her I didnât have friends?â He repeats, hoping maybe the context will make things better. Maybe Yuji hadnât said exactly that.
âYep!â The boy responds, popping his lips with certainty before tucking away the green crayon he was using.
Choso tries to hide the curl in his lip as he turns off the stove and plates the grilled cheese. Relying on a five year old to be a decent wingman was too tall of an ask, he realizes. Yujiâs cuteness could only carry him so far⌠if only he wasnât such a blabbermouth.
âWell, hopefully sheâll still like me thenâ He mutters as he sets the plate in front of his brother. Yuji beams as he thanks him, taking a large bite before going back to his coloring sheet.
Unbeknownst to Choso, Yuji held onto that little comment in his memory.
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To his luck, he happens to run into (y/n) just a week later.
He and Yuji were waiting at the elevator, with Yuji being a little more whiny than usual. Choso had actually been praying for the doors to open faster so that he could get the two of them out of this building before his younger brother had a meltdown.
It wasnât often that Yuji misbehaved. He was a really good kid, who responded well to rules and structure, and was always polite where he needed to be. He could get rowdy, and maybe he was more chatty with strangers (especially cute ones that live across the hall) than Choso would have liked, but he was a respectful little five year old with a good heart, and he wouldnât ask anything more.
Except for today.
âBut I donât like her house. It stinks. And thereâs too much cat hair!â Yuji whines. Heâs not being loud, but heâd had the whiny voice for the better part of an hour now, and Choso was starting to go a little crazy.
âI thought you loved Adelaine-sanâs catsâ He reminds him gently.
Truthfully, Choso wasnât a fan of Yujiâs current babysitter either. She was nice enough, but she overcharged, and she never seemed to feed Yuji food he actually liked- resulting in Choso having to pick up fast food on the way home every time he picked him up from babysitting. However, she was the closest sitter to them, and she didnât mind keeping Yuji late when Choso worked nights- which was often.
âI do, but thereâs so many Choso-nii,â Yuji pouts up at his big brother. âGets stuck on my clothesâÂ
Despite being irritated with the whiny attitude, Choso canât help but give his kid brother a small smile. What five year old cared about fur sticking to clothes? Yuji was something special.
âWell, you canât come with me to work-âÂ
Finally, the doors opened, but before the brothers could step in, (y/n) was stepping out. With arms full of bags of groceries- almost a comical amount of bags.
â(y/n)-san!â Yuji cheered after seeing his long lost friend. (It had been a week)
Despite her obvious struggling with her things, Yuji threw himself at her, eager for a hug. Choso was quick to grab him by the hood of his truck-themed sweatshirt, reeling him back before he could make the poor girl drop her things.
âLet me help youâ He offered, already reaching for the handles of the bags lower on her wrists.
âOh, you donât have to, I made it this far-â She starts to deny the offer, but Yujiâs piping up before she could finish.
âIâll help too!â Yuuji declared, following his big brotherâs example and taking two bags, one in each hand.
âBe careful with those, Yuji,â Choso says quietly. âThatâs food, you need to be gentle, like how we carry bread, remember?âÂ
Yuji nods affirmatively, already marching back down the hallway towards their doors. Choso hopes he doesnât think he can sneak back home with this little act of service.
âThank you,â (y/n) chuckles as Choso loads his arms up with her bags. âI donât believe in making multiple tripsâÂ
âYeah, I gathered that,â He replies, smirking to himself as he did a quick count of all the bags between them. What the hell did she need all these groceries for? Does she let her pantry run out before she makes a trip? âCaught you at the right time though, huh?âÂ
âYou did,â She muses, digging a free hand into her pocket for her key. Yuji was patiently waiting at her door, and she made sure to greet him with a big smile. âAnd how have you been, Itadori Yuji?â She asks, unlocking the door and pushing it open with her hip. To her amusement, Yuji strolled right into her apartment.
âTerrible, (y/n)-san!â He cries out. Â
âYuji, you canât just walk into peopleâs-âÂ
âItâs alright,â (y/n) giggles before Choso could scold his brother for inviting himself into her home. âPlease, come in. Heâs just trying to help, can I get you boys something to drink?âÂ
âNo, thatâs alright, thank you, I actually-âÂ
Chosoâs interrupted again, but this time by his nosy brother, whoâs set the grocery bags down on the kitchen floor before marching back over to them and putting his hands on his hips.
âHeâs making me go to the babysitter,â He whines to (y/n), who raises her brows as she nods back at him, taking him quite seriously- much to Chosoâs dismay. âI hate the babysitter!âÂ
Choso rolls his eyes as heâs setting his armful of bags on the counter.
âWe donât hate,â He says softly, but Yujiâs pout only worsens, before he gives (y/n) his best puppy dog eyes. Choso sighs as he turns to (y/n). âOn Thursdays and Fridays I work at a bar, so he canât come,â He explains quietly. She nods at him too, giving him the same level of her understanding and attention. If he wasnât starting to run late, he would have reveled in it a little longer, just because it was cute. âHe thinks itâs the end of the world, but itâs not. Itâs only for a few hours-âÂ
âItâs torture, (y/n)-san!â Yuji reaches out to her, and on instinct she finds herself crouching down, returning his dramatic pout.
âOh it sounds like torture!â She cries back. For a moment, Yuji seems taken aback by the behavior, but he just as quickly lights up, and reaches towards her again.
âCan I stay here with you instead!?â He asks, already grinning ear to ear from the idea, before sheâd even given him her approval.
âYuji,â Choso sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was it with his little brother and overstepping when it came to her? âIâve already called Adelaine-san, sheâs expecting usâ He says pointedly.Â
Yuji frowns, and this time itâs not like the baby faced pout he made before. Itâs a genuine disappointment in being told he had to go.
âI donât mind,â (y/n) says softly, tilting her head to look up at Choso, waiting for him to decide whether or not he was alright with that. âI can look after him for a while. Then you donât have to make an extra stop on your way home, weâll be right hereâ She suggests.
Yujiâs grinning again in no time, bouncing on his feet before rushing over to his brother and clinging onto his pant leg.
âPlease Choso-nii! Pleeaaase?â He whines, and somehow itâs more irritating than before.
(y/n) chuckles as she stands, stepping a little closer to speak under her breath, while Yuji was still whining and bouncing and not paying attention.
âOnly if youâre okay with it, of course,â She says. âI understand if youâre more comfortable with-âÂ
âYouâd really be alright to take him for tonight?â He asks her, eyes flickering between hers.
She presses her lips together as she nods, trying to will herself not to get lost in his pretty dark eyes.
âJust for a few hours,â He repeats his earlier mention, and she nods again. âYouâre sure?âÂ
âSheâs sure! Sheâs sure!â Yuji screeches, still pulling on Chosoâs leg and waiting for the confirmation that he didnât have to go to the smelly cat house.
âAlright⌠fine,â Choso agrees, and Yujiâs full on jumping now. Choso only hoped he wasted off this excess energy so he was calm and good for (y/n) the rest of the night. âBut you have to be good. If (y/l/n) has any problems sheâll tell me, and then itâs cat hair for the rest of your life, got it booger?âÂ
Yuji nods his head up and down repeatedly, so much so theyâre surprised it doesnât give him a head rush.Â
âIâll be good! Iâll be so good!â He promises. Choso smiles, reaching a hand down to mess up his hair affectionately.
âIâll give you my number, in case you change your mind, or if he⌠breaks something, or somethingâ Choso mutters, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
(y/n) does the same, they swap, each plug in their contact, then swap back with shy smiles.
âIâm sure heâll be lovely,â She tells him. âDonât worry about us, I have a lot of movies. Maybe Iâll make him a big dinner and put him to sleepâÂ
The corner of his mouth tilts into a smirk.
âWorks like a charm every time,â He murmurs. âBut I gotta get going, I donât want to be too lateâÂ
âOf courseâ She nods, headed towards the pile of grocery bags on her kitchen counter.
âIâm usually out around one, but if itâs any later Iâll text you, alright? Or- should I call?â Heâs walking back towards the door, but he hesitates as he waits on her answer.
âEither works,â (y/n) shrugs with a small smile. âHave a good night!âÂ
Itâs stupid, but his face feels warm as he lingers at the door just a few seconds longer, before he nods back at her.
âYou too, (y/l/n). And thank youâÂ
Once he leaves and the door is shut behind him, (y/n) has to shake her head to rid the silly fluttery feeling in her chest. Â
âWell,â She flattens her hands over the front of her pants, smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles, before she turns to Yuji with a smile. âHow about while I put these groceries away, you let me know if you see anything you like and Iâll get started on that for dinner, hm?âÂ
âDid you get the dinosaur shaped macaroni?â Yuji asked hopefully.
(y/n) winces as she glances over her bags of produce, bread, and regular-shaped pastas.
âI⌠did notâ She admits, and she actually feels a bit bad about being underprepared. Even though sheâd only taken on this babysitting gig five minutes ago.
âThatâs okay,â Yuji shrugs. âI like all sorts of things!âÂ
And heâs not wrong. As she puts away the boundless groceries, Yuji points out all sorts of things he likes. Fruits, veggies, he didnât seem like a picky kid at all. (y/n) actually found herself impressed by his wide palette.
âChoso-nii makes all sorts of stuffâ Is what Yuji says when she compliments him on his taste.
âHeâs a good cook, huh?âÂ
âVery good!â Yuji tells her. âMaybe next time heâs not working you can eat with us, instead!âÂ
The insinuation has her cheeks flaring up with color and heat, but she politely agrees and tells him she would like that.
The rest of the night goes without a hitch. Yuji teaches her how to play crazy 8s- even though the rules were simple and sheâd memorized them when she was his age- and they play that while chatting over everything and nothing for a long while. Yuji tells her all about his best friend Megumi. Then when he runs out of things to say about him he talks about his favorite subjects, his favorite color, and that starts a long conversation about his favorite everything.
Itâs obvious he tires himself out with all his chatting, so itâs not long after that when (y/n) shows him her movie collection and lets him pick one out. It takes him some time, as he treats this task with the utmost importance. He couldnât make a bad choice, of course. (y/n) doesnât mind. Sheâs come to shed the awkward layers and has learned exactly how to talk to Yuji.
Sheâs learned that taking everything he says to be completely serious and dive into a conversation about it as if he were anyone else seemed to do the trick. Yuji liked to talk, and he had plenty to say. Like how squeaky the swing sets were at school, and how he disliked when people used them because of it. He was kind, and he was entertaining. He was certainly the best company sheâd taken up in a while.
When he picks the movie he settles in on her couch, cozying up in the fluffy blanket sheâd grabbed for him, and he tells her that he picked one of his favorites.
The entire first half, Yuji is on the edge of his seat. Both from watching his favorite animated movie, and also from watching (y/nâs) every reaction to it. It started to grow on her, so eventually she really started to do up her reactions to every little scene.
At the halfway point she made him a big bowl of popcorn and only stole a handful of it when he wasnât looking just to get a giggly reaction out of him.
Before she knew it, with a full belly, a cozy blanket, and his favorite movie, Yuji was dozing off on the couch. Â
As quietly as she could, (y/n) got to work cleaning up the kitchen. Although with how much energy Yuji had spent earlier in the night, he was sleeping as hard as a rock.
With nothing but time to spare, she decided now was as good a time as any to catch up on some reading. So once everything was clean again, she settled in on the couch, tucked the blanket around Yuji, and got to reading.
She lost hours until her phone buzzed with a notification.
[ kamo choso ] : just got out, will be by in twenty minutes or soÂ
She liked the message so he knew she was still up and saw it. She kept the chat open for a few more minutes, contemplating sending a message back. sounds good! or he was great, out like a light! But the longer she hesitated the more she felt like too much time had passed, and it would be embarrassing to send a text. So she didnât.
She wasnât able to focus much on reading after that.
Choso knocked on the door not too much later, twenty minutes to be exact, just like he said. She tiptoes her way to the door, and smiles upon finding a very tired looking Choso on the other side. The circles under his eyes look a little bit darker, his hair is starting to fall from his already messy buns, and he looks like heâs struggling to keep his eyes open. Regardless, he lifts his head and gives her a small smile when she opens the door.
âHey,â He hums. âHow was it?âÂ
âIt was fun, actually,â She whispers back, checking over her shoulder to make sure Yuji was still sound asleep. âHeâs a really great kid. You must be doing all sorts of things rightâÂ
Her eyes crinkle when she smiles up at him, and for a moment- and maybe for the first time- Choso nearly forgot about Yuji. Heâs not sure anyoneâs ever looked at him with the soft, sweet look that sheâs looking at him with now. He gets lost for a moment, practically drifting off right before her.
âOh- youâre exhausted, come in,â (y/n) mistakes his look for tiredness, and steps out of the way to let him in. âYujiâs still sleeping on the couch. Heâs a hard sleeper, huh?â
âVery, yeah. Building had a fire drill a few months back while he was having a nap. Slept through the whole thingâÂ
(y/n) giggles to herself as Choso approaches the sofa, smiling at how content his kid brother seemed to be while curled up in the blanket, sound asleep. He was careful as he stooped over to scoop him up. It took some help from (y/nâs) part seeing as one of his hands had an iron grip on the blanket, but eventually he was free of the fluffy restraint, and Choso had him settled against his shoulder with ease. As expected, Yuji remained asleep.
âOh, I canât believe I almost forgot,â Choso shifts Yuji to be held up by one arm so he had a free hand to reach into his pocket. âI definitely owe you for this, what do you think is fair?âÂ
âOh, no,â (y/n) shakes her head back at him. âYou donât have to pay me, it was no trouble at allâ
âYou donât have to say that, really, how much-?âÂ
âI donât have to say it, I mean it,â (y/n) assures him. âReally, he was a perfect kid. Iâd⌠Iâd happily do it again, if you ever needâ She offers, a nervous smile playing on her lips.
âOkay,â He returns the smile, but he still hesitates with his wallet in his hand. âYouâre sure I canât give you something though? At least pay you back for the food?âÂ
âIâm sureâ She has to bite down on her cheek to keep her laughter from ringing out too loudly.
Slowly, she follows him back to the door. Itâs later than sheâs usually up, and sheâs so tired that sheâs sure sheâll pass out as soon as her head hits her pillow, but still she lingers at the door with him, waiting for him to say anything else.
âWell, then I canât thank you enough. I really appreciate it, (y/l/n). Yuji did as well, Iâm sureâÂ
âI think he did. I hope, at least,â She murmurs, smiling fondly at how cozy Yuji seemed to be sleeping on his brother. âAnd you can call me (y/n), by the wayâ She adds, almost as an afterthought.
Choso swallows the lump in his throat, nodding back at her as he waits for his voice to return to him.
âAlright,â He murmurs, finally crossing the threshold of her doorway. âGood night then, (y/n)âÂ
Her heart is racing at a million miles an hour. She fears it might shoot straight out of her chest like a bullet.
âGood nightâ She manages to murmur back as he crosses the hall, and she shuts the door behind him.
A sigh escapes her, and she realizes that sheâd been holding her breath until sheâs alone in her apartment again.
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Things take off after that first time she babysat Yuji.
Occasional drop offs turned into frequent visits. Yuji often wanted to stop by (y/nâs) apartment after Choso picked him up from school, eager to tell her about his day. Whether Megumi brought snacks for lunch again because his caretaker had a sweet tooth, or if he wanted to show her that he learned how to do a cartwheel, there was always something. Yuji was bountiful in excuses to go across the hall.
And to his delight, (y/n) ate it up. She watched him more and more while Choso was at work, or running an errand that Yuji didnât feel like tagging along to because suddenly he wanted to do his homework at (y/nâs) instead. Choso had a habit of always double checking with her beforehand, sending her a quick text to see if she was even free. And it seemed that every time, her door was open. There was never a time where she turned them down.
She became Yujiâs regular babysitter, and after a while it barely even felt like babysitting. His drawings and coloring pages decorated her fridge, heâd often leave a few toys behind, figuring heâd play with them the next time he was over, and he always used the same fluffy blanket when heâd be over late while Choso worked.
It was safe to say Yuji had grown attached to her, and fast. Even when he wasnât at her place, he wouldnât shut up about it at home. Not that Choso minded, he liked hearing about (y/nâs) day through Yujiâs eyes. He got to learn all sorts of cute little things about her that way.
While Yuji had been spending more and more time with their neighbor, Choso couldnât exactly say the same. He chatted with her in passing, usually at dropoff and pickup, and he tried to text her more- funny Yuji-isms he heard throughout the day, memes, offers to leave money for dinner for the two of them- and even though she was always receptive over text, reacting to every image and responding to every message, it just didnât feel like enough.
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âChoso-nii, do you have a crush on (y/n)-san?â Yuji asked him one day, seemingly out of the blue.
Theyâre in the grocery store, where Yujiâs filling up the cart with junk, even from his booster seat in the cart. Choso does a double take at his younger brother, as if the question registered a second late.
âWhat?â Is all he can muster.
Yuji blinks back at him.
âDo you have a crush on her?â He repeated himself, tilting his head and widening his eyes as he studied his big brother.
âWh-why do you ask that?â He stammers over his words, although he wishes he would have reacted a little more coolly. Did she say something? Did he give something away? Where in the world would Yuji pick up on that?
âI dunno,â Yuji shrugs. âCe-bause you shouldâÂ
Choso forgets the cereal boxes he was looking at, turning all of his attention to his little brother, since now he deemed this conversation required all of it.
âI should, huh?â He repeats curiously. âWhatâs that mean, booger?âÂ
âSheâs nice,â Yuji says bluntly, and Choso laughs softly at the reasoning. âAnd funny. And a good cook,âÂ
He continues to list all of his own favorite qualities of (y/n), sure that most of these reasons are perfect enough for his big brother to have romantic feelings for her. At five years old, the most Yuji knew about romance was that the prince kissed the princess and everyone was happy, but it was a decent start. He only wanted that same happiness for his big brother- and (y/n)-san- after all.
âShe has a lot of movies. And sheâs really prettyâÂ
Choso smiles at his brother, finally settling on a brand of cereal and tossing it into the cart behind him.
âThat so?â He asks teasingly. âYou sure you donât have a little crush, booger?âÂ
âNo!â Yuji squeals and begins to giggle. His cheeks are red just from the accusation, and Choso canât help but laugh at the display. âSheâs too old, Choso-nii!â
âRight answer,â Choso remarked, pushing the cart out of the aisle and weaving into the next one. âBut why the sudden interest, hm?âÂ
âWellâŚâ Yuji drawled, glancing around the aisles to avoid his brotherâs eyes. âIf you had a crush on her, and she had a crush on you, then you could live together, and we could get an even bigger house, with more toys, and we could eat all our breakfasts and dinners together, and watch movies together, and get a dog-âÂ
âWoah, woah, woah, youâre laying way too much on me, bud,â Choso chuckles, but he canât deny that his face was starting to feel warm from all the conclusions Yuji was jumping to. They were too wholesome for him to take. âA dog?âÂ
âA puppy!â Yuji declares. Â
To Chosoâs luck, conversation steers in the direction of pets, and he spends the rest of their errand explaining why they werenât getting a dog- or any animal for that matter. Even if Yuji makes a convincing argument about how cute itâd be.
Itâs better, though, because Choso needed some time to recover, and figure out exactly how heâd move out of this crushing stage. If Yuji had taken notice of it- in his own odd way- then surely (y/n) had to feel it to some degree too, right?Â
He just needed to find a good window to ask her out, and take her out properly. Not just a quick coffee in the morning when Yuji wanted to come over for a bit. A real date, outside of the building.
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Choso finds that chance one afternoon after swinging by her apartment so Yuji could tell (y/n) all about his day at school. Sheâs prepared him a snack today, celery sticks with peanut butter smeared down the middle. She offered him the raisins to make the ants, but Yuji politely declined, seeing as he doesnât eat bugs. She doesnât argue, simply pops the raisins into her own mouth as she listens to him ramble on and on.
As Yuji drags on his storytelling as long as he can, Chosoâs sat at the counter, stealing a celery stick or two that Yuji wasnât eating while he rambled away. Heâd grown used to his brotherâs chatty nature, but he was always surprised how (y/n) was able to sit through it with her full attention. She never zoned out, and never missed a detail. In fact, she would ask him more questions to prompt him into talking more. It was so endearing that Choso canât help but smile as he watches her interact with Yuji so wholeheartedly.
It takes a grand total of twenty five minutes before Yujiâs done with all his stories for the day. Choso sends him off to their apartment with his backpack, telling him to get started on his homework, and heâd be over in a few minutes. Yuji doesnât find the instruction odd at all, happy to get started on his worksheet for the night.
(y/n), however, gives Choso a puzzled look as he stays behind in her apartment.
âIs everything alright?â She asks on impulse.
While they had talked many times before, and she wouldnât call him a stranger, this was the first time they were left completely alone, and she was all too aware of that fact.
âYeah, yeah of course,â He chuckles at her knee jerk reaction to worry. âI just⌠wanted to thank you. AgainâÂ
She still has a puzzled look on her face as she leans against the counter, waiting for a better explanation.
âThank me?â She repeats softly. âFor what?âÂ
âFor all your help, with Yuji,â Choso explains. âFor the babysitting, and dinners, and⌠and ants on a log,â He chuckles as his gaze drifts off to the leftover snacks on the counter. âOur mom passed before Yuji could even get to know her, and Iâve⌠been doing this for so long it just sort of feels like itâs always just been the two of us, you know?âÂ
(y/n) hums quietly, keeping her response to a small nod. Chosoâs never opened up about their family history before, and Yuji was only five and never seemed to question his brotherâs custody over him, so it wasnât like (y/n) had ever heard anything like this before.
She wants him to know that sheâs listening, that sheâd always be here to help the both of them, because sheâd grown to care for them both so much.
âBut itâs been nice⌠your help, I mean,â Choso goes on. âYuji likes you a lot, a really lot, he never shuts up about youâÂ
She chuckles at that, the mood lightening again.
âReally?â She asks quietly, as if the boy could hear from across the hall.
âYeah,â Chosoâs eyes widen with the flair. âBut Iâm glad, you know, that he has you. Someone thatâs not me for him to hang out with and talk toâÂ
âI am too,â She replies sweetly, a smile stretching across her face. âHeâs a really special kid, youâre quite luckyâÂ
His heart warms up so much he doesnât think he could take it.
âI know not everyone sees it that way,â He thinks aloud. âMost people tend to look at us and⌠want to leave,âÂ
The smile on her face begins to falter, but (y/n) tries to keep her expression neutral. Sheâd never thought much about what other people thought about Choso and Yuji. Why should she care? She knew them both well enough to know that they were happy, and that Choso was more than capable as his brotherâs guardian.
Then his wording dawns a new thought on her. Did people walk out of his life because of Yuji? The idea makes her sick. It makes her stomach twist and her heartstrings pull tight. Friends? Partners? Was Yuji such a dealbreaker that he couldnât even have companionship?
She feels awful now, crushing on him so immaturely, not taking into account all the possible pasts heâd had with other people that had gone poorly because he had a kid to put to bed at a certain time.
Tears prick the corners of her eyes, but sheâs determined not to let a single one fall.
âAnyways,â Choso clears his throat, laughing nervously as he looks back up at her again. âI just think itâs important that you know how glad I am- that- that we both are- to have you aroundâ He finishes with a small smile, his nerves eating away at his insides.
âOf course,â She mumbles back, her throat tightening up too much for her to speak any louder. âLike I said, Yujiâs a special kid. I want to be good to him,â She says, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth as she tries to feign joy, even with a heavy heart. Then, she says, âAnd I want to be a good friend to you, tooâÂ
His nerves come crashing down on him in an instant. It piles up and morphs into something else entirely- something worse. Dread.
He hopes that his expression remains neutral as he holds eye contact with her. His mind battles itself as he tries to come up with what to say next. They both sit there for a few painfully silent seconds as Choso weighs his options.
If he were a smoother man, one who was better with his words, he wouldâve taken his chance. He wouldâve articulated all of his thoughts in just the right way and let her know that he was starting to harbor a crush on her that was reaching embarrassing levels. Heâd crack a joke to lighten the mood after the confession, and then invite her out for a drink, or dinner- hell, maybe even both.
Those few seconds seemed to last too long but went by quick all at once. The fact of the matter was that she was good for them. She was good for Yuji, attentive and loving and so, so patient. It was clear that she cared for him, and Yuji never hesitated to voice how much he enjoyed (y/nâs) companionship.
Choso was sure if he were to cross the wrong line now, heâd not only create an awkward tension with his neighbor, but also ruin the good thing that Yuji had going as well. She was some idealized morph of a babysitter and a friend for him, someone he could go to when he needed help with homework, or to show her the toy he picked out with his allowance. And at the end of the day, Choso wouldnât be able to live with himself if he did something to take that away.
So he swallowed whatever he was going to say, gave (y/n) a small smile, and nodded his head back at her.
âYou are a good friendâ He finally answers her with quiet agreement.
She assumes heâs a bit embarrassed to say something so corny, so she lets out a little laugh and begins to clean up the snack dishes off the counter. Choso lingers around her place a little longer until he canât take it anymore, bidding her goodbye with the request that she makes more snacks for their visits.
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Despite Chosoâs adamant attempts at convincing his little brother that he didnât see (y/n) as anything other than a friend, Yuji was never fully convinced. Choso wasnât sure what it was that made Yuji so sure that there was something between them- one sided or otherwise- but he was relentless about it. Any time they saw her in passing, as soon as he was alone with his big brother, Yuji would make some comment or another about it.
In the boyâs defense, the two were spending a lot more time around each other these days. (y/n) had taken Chosoâs words to heart and began preparing an after school snack every day, so when Yuji popped by for his usual visit, Choso was always in tow. No matter what sheâd prepared he was all over it.  A package of fruit snacks or homemade banana muffins, Choso was accepting the snack as if it were a bountiful harvest.
The brothers seemed to stay longer and longer in the passing weeks, and soon these visits became routine. It didnât take long, just under a month before Yuji was committed to making it an everyday occurrence. But what began as a quick visit for a snack and then to jabber on to (y/n) about his day at school soon turned into something else, too.
Yuji would move on, often sitting on the floor at (y/nâs) little coffee table to do his homework, and Choso would hang out in her kitchen for a bit longer so they could catch up on the events Yuji was less than interested in. Her work, his work, and anything that came to mind at all to keep the conversation from ceasing. There were some days Choso overstayed his welcome so much that Yuji would want to go back to their apartment, and Choso would still stay longer at (y/nâs), drinking two more cups of tea than he wouldâve liked, but any excuse to sit with her at the counter a little bit longer.
And then one day, heâd struck gold.
âIâm sorry itâs so hot in here, Iâve got the windows cracked but without a breeze it doesnât really do much,â (y/n) had apologized in passing as she pulled out a few small plates for the snacks sheâd made that afternoon.
Truthfully, Choso hadnât noticed the heat until she brought his attention to it. He was far too enamored with the cute pink apron sheâd tied around herself. She always wore it when sheâd baked something- so he knew that when she opened the door to let him and Yuji in today that they were in for a very good afternoon snack.
âThe ACâs been broken so long I forget Iâm used to it, so itâs alright if you boys want to take your cookies to goâÂ
âCookies!?â Yuji had squealed and raced into the kitchen, savoring the lingering scent of fresh baked cookies before it could evaporate.
Again, Choso almost missed his queue. (y/n) had taken to referring to them as you boys a couple of weeks ago, something heâd picked up on the very first time sheâd said it. It was nothing special, really, it was a casual form of referring to them both, but god the sweet way her voice formed those words he could almost be deluded into believing it was because they were her boys, and the domesticity of it all had him reeling.
Luckily, he came back down to earth soon enough.
âYour ACâs broken?â He furrowed his brow and tilted his head curiously. âHave you told maintenance about it?âÂ
(y/n) makes a face thatâs somewhere between amusement and a wince, before plating up two cookies for Yuji. He thanked her four or five times before he took the plate to the table and began to gobble them away.
âI⌠try not to call them if I donât have to,â She explains to him, side eyeing Yuji at the table to be sure he was too focused on his cookies to eavesdrop. âItâs just the AC anyways, I have a fan in my room and during the day the open windows are no problemâÂ
Chosoâs expression doesnât let up, his confusion getting ahead of him.
âAnd why donât you call maintenance..?â He pushes, knowing that the nervous smile on her face wasnât for nothing.
âEh, well, um, when I first moved in and had some issues I called for them, but one of the guys really wanted my number⌠and then when that didnât work he tried leaving me his, and it was just this⌠whole weird thingâÂ
She shakes her head and keeps her focus on packaging up the leftover cookies in a little tupperware container. Unfortunately, she misses the amused little smirk on his face as he leans into the counter.
âSo youâd rather sweat through the summer than tell a guy youâre not interested?â He asks, and that finally earns her attention. Her eyes narrow at him slightly before she crosses her arms defensively.
âOh, I made it clear that I wasnât interested,â She mutters. âHow does turning down a phone number five times not scream uninterested?âÂ
Choso chuckles at that.
âWant me to take a look at it?âÂ
She looks surprised at first, and heâs not sure if itâs because of the offer itself or if she was genuinely shocked he had a clue what he was doing, but the look wears off into a soft smile.
âReally?â It comes out in an astonished murmur, before her eyes go wide and then sheâs coming around the counter to stand closer to him, apparently still in disbelief that heâd do such a thing. âYouâd do that?âÂ
He laughs again, this time with a creeping smile trying to turn into a full blown grin.
âYeah, of course,â He says, and she only brightens further at the promise. âLeast I can do to repay you for watching Yuji, for freeâ He reminds her, and she gives him a look that tells him what she always swears by- sheâd do it for free as many times as they need- before brightening again.
To her surprise, again, Chosoâs incredibly handy. He told her he didnât mind if she had something else to do, or hang out with Yuji while he was keeping busy in his coloring book, but she couldnât help but watch while he tinkered around with the air conditioning unit. It didnât take him long to solve the issue at all, and when he had it all set up and it kicked into life she was cheering so excitedly Yuji even came over to enjoy the fresh gust of sweet cool air.
He ended up staying the rest of the night, fixing the squeaky vent, and the delayed garbage disposal, until he and Yuji couldnât turn down her offer of dinner. Well, Yuji vehemently agreed, Choso took a little bit of convincing. He was eventually swayed by the gentle âLeast I can do to repay you for fixing up my place, for freeâ that (y/n) uttered.
And just like the afternoon had gotten away from them, the evening soon did too. Once dinner was finished the remainder sat on the table for a good hour as conversation poured out. Yuji was enthusiastic in complimenting her food, only kissing up just a little in order to get an extra cookie with his dessert.
Choso was adamant in helping her clean up, despite her many assurances that she could handle it herself.
âCâmon, help me show Yuji how to be a proper guest,â Heâd muttered, plucking the freshly washed dish out of her hand to dry off. (y/n) made a face, knowing heâd offered just the right excuse to get her to give in. Choso grinned back at her. âThatâs more like itâÂ
It was embarrassing how his smile had her heart racing, but she couldnât deny it, and she certainly couldnât help it. All she could do was keep her head down and her focus on washing the dishes.
âThanks again for dinner,â Choso murmured after a few minutes of diligent dish washing and drying. He peeked a glance over at her, but it was clear that she was avoiding his gaze. âItâs nice to have a home cooked meal. Not that I canât cook! Iâm a great cook actually- I should really repay the favor- I just mean itâs nice to⌠be treated to oneâÂ
No matter how hard she bites down on her lip, (y/n) canât keep herself from giggling at his rambling. While heâs been talking to her a lot more this past month or so, itâs often when prompted, and when heâs the first to speak, she could tell that he kept himself reserved.
It was refreshingly heartwarming to watch him stammer over his words now.
âWell⌠I wouldnât turn that down,â She admits quietly, and it takes all the courage she can muster to glance at him out of the corner of her eye. âBut Yuji told me his favorite meal was chicken nuggets, so Iâm not sure how convinced I am of your cooking abilityâÂ
Choso turns towards her, catching her off guard by their close proximity, but she doesnât shy away under his gaze.
âHeâs five,â He argues with a playful roll of his eyes. (y/n) snickers, hesitating as she turns back to washing up the last plate in the sink. âBut fine. Iâll make him his own dinner, so you and I can enjoy something more refined, if thatâs what you so pleaseâÂ
The idea of just the two of them, eating a dinner heâs cooked, alone, has her cheeks burning up so quickly she canât stand to look at him again. So instead she murmurs out a weak agreement, and quickly excuses herself to check in on Yuji.
Yuji had sort of been playing with his action figures, but heâd mostly watched his brother and (y/n) whisper and laugh between themselves as they did the dishes at an excruciatingly slow pace. He knew he wasnât just seeing things, he knew what the giggling meant. At least, in his own warped and childlike way. He didnât care to think about it too deeply, not because he was five, but because he wanted to accept what he was being shown at itâs face value- his big brother finally making a true friend.
So when it was time for the brothers to go home, Yuji made sure to hug (y/n) extra long. Even when sheâd tried to pull away and stand up, he squeezed his arms tight around her. If he held on long enough, maybe it would be enough for her to understand just how important she was to the both of them. So (y/n) chuckled, returning the favor with an affectionate squeeze and a pat on his back before he finally let her go with the brightest smile on his gap-toothed face.
And then heâs tugging on his brotherâs pant leg gently, before pushing his hand against the back of his knee and sending him stumbling towards (y/n). Yujiâs not a toddler, he very well could have used his words to tell his big brother what he wanted him to do.
Choso catches his footing with ease but itâs his expression he canât cover up. A nervous smile and widened eyes as he silently scolds his little brother for the childish action. Heâs only met with that giant grin before he turns to (y/n).
She has the warmest smile on her face, as if she holds nothing but endearment for the embarrassing display. Heâs lucky at this moment, because sheâs the first to step forward and raise her arms. If it werenât for her, Chosoâs sure he wouldâve fumbled this chance.
Her touch is delicate, as if the frame of his shoulders doesnât double hers, as if sheâs not reaching on the tips of her toes to fully wrap her arms around his neck before squeezing on. Even her embrace is so thoughtfully gentle. He canât help but think itâs all for Yujiâs sake- heâs the one that prompted this little goodbye display, not that Choso is complaining- but he supposes sheâs trying to appease the five year old while not crossing an unspoken boundary with him as well.
Choso overthinks this quick hug down every avenue he can, before realizing that he has to make sure she knows thereâs no boundary in sight, so he circles his arms around her waist, returning the same soft squeeze as best he could. He hoped there was still enough distance between them that she couldnât feel just how seriously his heart took the casual affection, because it was pounding in his ears like it was trying to alert him.
Itâs over in a matter of seconds, but he relishes in the way her hands slide across his shoulder blades before she steps away and drops them to her sides. If he wasnât dead sober and anchored in this moment, he mightâve purred.
It dawns on Choso that he might be the slightest bit touch starved.
Thereâs a pink to her cheeks now paired with her doughy smile, and he could almost stand here and admire how pretty she looks when sheâs being bashful, no matter how embarrassing it would be to let time lapse as he did so.
âWell,â The word comes out of her in a wispy breath, and she smooths her hands over the nonexistent wrinkles in her shirt before continuing, brightening her smile as she glances between her visitors. âIâll see you boys after school tomorrow, yeah?â
Their responses overlap, but couldnât have been more further apart
âOkay!â Yuji says with nothing short of glee.
âOf courseâÂ
Chosoâs voice is quieter than his brotherâs, but itâs filled with such earnestness that it has (y/n) blinking back at him as if heâs just sworn a blood oath to her. Her lips part as her eyes grow round and sheâs at a loss of whatâs normal in saying goodbye to your neighbor who youâre sort of friends with and you sort of have a crush on. Â
All she can manage is a twitchy smile as she leads them to the door. Yuji skips across the hall with delight. Choso lingers for an extra moment and when his eyes meet hers, she finds herself gripping onto the edge of her door with a little more force. Her eyes wander over the length of the black ink adorning his face before meeting his gaze.
âThanks again for dinner,â Heâs still speaking with that same low and steady tone. (y/n) tried to gulp down the lump in her throat as she held his eye contact. âIâll text you about when I owe you one?âÂ
Unable to clear the block in her voice, she gives him a smile and a nod. She hopes he doesnât react awkwardly to her lack of verbal response, and he doesnât. In fact his timid smile turns into a beam. It somehow makes his lips look even more plush and kissable-Â
Her eyes shoot back up to his as she returns the grin and mumbles a pathetic sort of goodbye. When she finally is able to shut the door behind him she heaves out a breath she hadnât known was the source of the lump in her throat.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
Choso started to reach out more, by whatever means necessary. Anything to spend a little more time talking to her.
He texted first more, found excuses to stop by her apartment, and always lingered for too long when dropping off and picking up Yuji. He even started playing the daily Wordle just to have something more to talk to her about.Â
There were moments that he swore she felt what he did. Little things, perhaps in the way she looked at him, or the sweet way she spoke quietly when it was just the two of them. Choso was sure he wasnât imagining things, because why else would she look at him like that? Why else would she always call his name when saying hello or goodbye?
[y/n]: u up? 12:47 a.m.
Even with the progress Choso felt heâd made in getting closer to her, this was completely new territory.
As late as it was, heâd been aimlessly scrolling through his phone, so when that little notification popped up heâd clicked on it right away. He didnât dare start typing- it would be humiliating if he created a bubble in the chat in the same second her message had sent- but he was upright and staring at the screen in disbelief. Â
Soon enough a typing bubble appeared, and he gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he awaited further context.
Would it be âsorry, wrong person!â or was she genuinely reaching out to him at this hour? It had been some time since heâd received one of these tell-tale messages, but his heart still raced with the anticipation.
Finally, her text appeared on his screen.
[y/n]: took a guy home after a date and heâs not taking the hint to leave. mind popping over with an excuse so heâll go? 12:49 a.m.
Chosoâs out of his bed and sliding his feet into his slippers before he even starts typing up his response. Â
But with how quickly heâs out the door he figures thereâs no point in texting back a confirmation, seeing as heâs crossed the hall between their apartments and knocking on her door before the clock ticks to 12:50.
Thereâs the faintest sound of shuffling from inside, and he thinks he can make out that (y/n) is saying something, but heâs not sure what. She opens the door and greets him with a brief second of pure relief and joy upon seeing him.
Only a brief second, however, as her expression morphs as soon as her eyes wander away from his face and nearly bulge out of her head. In his rush to get out the door heâd forgotten to pull on a shirt- or maybe heâd decided it just wasnât a necessity, he wasnât sure himself.
Her mouth moves, but when no words come out, Choso takes it upon himself to deliver his golden, life saving excuse.
âHey, (y/n/n), got any tea?âÂ
Honestly, itâs the first thing he comes up with. Itâs not the greatest lie of all time, but as soon as he asks for it he realizes his throat is a little parched and a warm cup of tea would be perfect for getting him to relax back in bed after this. (y/n) let out the smallest of scoffs, the corner of her mouth tilting upward as she stares back at him as if to ask âa nickname and tea? is that the best you can do?âÂ
He fully grins back at her, and as soon as sheâs stepping out of the doorway heâs inviting himself in and making his way to the kitchen. He doesnât even spare a glance towards the man sitting on the couch, even though heâs blatantly watching Choso like a hawk as he casually rummages through (y/nâs) cabinets. Heâd been over often enough now that he knew where she kept everything heâd need, and he figured the more he made himself at home, the more this loser would feel threatened and leave.
âUh- whoâs this?â The man asked, still gawking at Choso and his naked torso, but the question is clearly directed at (y/n).
âOh, this is Choso,â (y/n) replies sweetly. Sheâs still standing at the door, a bit unsure of what to do with herself. As much as she was hoping he would get her text and come to her rescue, she doesnât know what sheâs supposed to do now. âHeâs my⌠neighborâ
Choso smirks to himself as he sets the kettle on the stove, and then finally turns to give her late night visitor a once over.
Heâs not typically a jealous man, it just wasnât in his nature. However, the feeling heâs flooded with now as he stares down the wincing man who appeared to be half-hiding himself on the couch while Choso stared him down was something akin to jealousy. It was pride. All it took was one look for Choso to know that when this guy left her place, he would never return. He would never see her again. Even if he didnât choose this for the sake of his own good, Choso would make sure of it.
What was she doing with this coward to begin with? He wonders as he watches the man stand from his seat. Piercing violet eyes track his every movement, from the way he stuffs his hands into his pockets, to the bob in his throat when he swallows.
Chosoâs smirk widens, and his gaze softens when itâs casted towards (y/n).
She looks unsure of what to do with herself, but as soon as she meets his eyes she shuffles towards the kitchen, putting more distance between herself and her unnamed visitor.
âYou always have your neighbors over for tea in the middle of the night?â The man asks, perplexed by the entire situation. He already has his doubts that this isnât staged, but his obvious nerves make him lose all credibility.
Choso only chuckles to himself, casually leaning into her kitchen counter, closing some of the distance between himself and (y/n). She casts him a look, and he canât be too sure, but he assumes it means she doesnât know what to say, so he takes over.
âIâm certainly the only one she opens the door for,â Choso responds with a smoothness that surprises even him. He watches the realization sink in on the strangerâs face, before he moves closer to (y/n), poking her in the hip to gain her attention once more. âIsnât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
Her eyes are wide, and set on his in a deadlock. Choso doesnât think she even manages a blink. Sheâs already rendered speechless by the unexpected comment.
But she closes her mouth and nods her head. Not at her date for the evening- no, she doesnât turn to look at him or even peek at him from the corner of her eye. Her gaze is still locked on Chosoâs as she nods back at him in a weak motion. In that moment itâs not even an act for him when he chuckles back at her, his smile growing softer.
âFucking fantasticâ The man mutters, but heâs already grabbing his jacket off itâs hook and was making for the door without further explanation. Â
Chosoâs quite happy with himself, knowing that he made a complete stranger walk out of (y/nâs) apartment without having to be told to. He didnât have to do anything at all, really, all he did was show up and let himself in for a cup of tea. It was only convenience that heâd opted out of a shirt for the whole ordeal.
The door opens and shuts and it takes that entire time for (y/n) to find her voice.
She smacks him on the arm first, though.
âWhat?â Choso chuckles as he rubs the spot in mock pain.
âYou know what,â She hisses back at him, but the undeniable smile on her face makes her sound more playful than threatening. âWhat the hell was that?â She even giggles through the question. If sheâs even trying to come across as scolding, Choso wouldnât be able to take her seriously for even a second. Â
âIt worked, didnât it?â He asks.
(y/n) makes a face at him. A face that says enough. She knows heâs full of shit.
The kettle begins to whistle just in time, and without giving her an answer, Choso turns around to put together his cup of tea. (y/n) has to bring her hand to her mouth, afraid that just one heavier breath and heâd realize that her eyes had been straining to hold eye contact with him.
Of course this was ridiculous, because she knew Choso was a well built man. But having him shirtless and in her kitchen as if he belonged there was making her face heat up faster than she could control it. She pressed the pads of her fingers into her cheek in an attempt to cool down the skin.
âWhat was up with him anyways?â Choso asked, his back still turned to her as he focused on his drink.
(y/n) dodges the question.
âAre you really staying over for tea right now?âÂ
When he turns back to her, mug in hand and the slightest of furrows in his brow, she worries that she just might not be strong enough to handle this one. Dropping her hand from her face, she straightens up her posture.
His hair is down, the thought is like poison, shooting through her train of thought and completely dissolving it. It looks soft. Â
âIt was a nice enough eveningâŚâ She explains slowly, despite telling herself that she didnât owe him any sort of explanation, there was a compulsion to tell him all about it. Choso merely raises a brow before he sips his chamomile. âI thought a few drinks back here would be nice, too. Turns out heâs only got one good story and the rest is⌠boringâÂ
He laughs at that, lips curling into a grin and shoulders shaking just a little bit. (y/n) links her fingers together as she leans into her counter with a sigh.
âThink I couldâve told you that. Iâd have to give the guy credit for one good story. Just running of first impressions, that isâÂ
(y/n) huffs again, this time a pout gracing her lips.
âYeah, well, next time Iâll run it by you thenâ She mutters, and she doesnât really mean it, but Choso takes an interest in the comment anyways.
âYouâll run it by me?â He smirks to himself. âAnd what makes you think Iâm gonna green light any more of these ânice enough eveningsâ, hm?â
âYouâve got a point. What do you know about dating?âÂ
âWhat do you?â He throws the question back at her, and that pout is returning in an instant.
And then sheâs dropping her head in her hands and groaning aloud.
âItâs stupid that youâre right,â She admits, dragging her hands down her face before setting her jaw in her palms. âI donât know what Iâm doing at all. What the hell is wrong with me? The last three dates I tried to go on have been like this. Not terrible. Not great. Certainly not special or memorable- besides the sting of failureâÂ
Chosoâs quiet for a moment, letting it all sink in before he spoke his piece. His lips purse before he sets his mug down and takes a few steps closer. (y/n) watches, but she doesnât lift her head from her defeated position.
âItâs not you,â He says, and sheâs surprised by the serious tone in his voice. âBesides, you managed three dates, yeah? Thatâs somethingâÂ
âThatâs just this weekâ (y/n) mutters.
Choso canât hide the change in expression, and she must notice his shock, because her lips tilt into an amused little smile.
âDid you think I just sat around and waited to play babysitter?â She teased quietly. âNot that I donât love it, but I do have a life, yâknowâÂ
He should say something, backtrack and explain himself before she assumes that heâs never given her free time a second thought. He thought about it too much, really. And had he known sheâd been spending it on useless dates, he wouldâve involved himself sooner.
âDonât be so hard on yourself. Dating just⌠sucksâÂ
Itâs lame advice, Choso knows that as soon as it comes out, but (y/n) nods her head in agreement before leaning off the counter and wrapping her arms around herself.
âIt does suck,â She murmurs back. âBut⌠Iâm scared that if I donât put myself out there now then I wonât haveâŚâ She trails off, and a look of realization flashes over her features before she shakes her head. âItâs late,â She says then. âYou should probably g-âÂ
âWhat were you going to say?âÂ
She blinks back at him, pausing as if to take a second to make sure he really meant it. She chews on the inside of her cheek for an anxious beat before she opens her mouth again.
âWhat if I waste my time and never meet anyone that wants the things that I want and then Iâll be alone and it will all have been for⌠nothingâŚ?âÂ
He smiles, but thereâs a bittersweetness to it. (y/n) seals her lips shut as she waits for his response. She fears sheâs embarrassed herself enough for one night, now it was his turn.
âYouâre not wasting your time,â Choso starts slowly. âYouâre just⌠figuring out what you donât want. Thatâs just as important, donât you think?â
A smile begins to crack in her features, and he feels relief to know that heâs at least sort of helping.
âWell, then so far weâve crossed boring, creep, and loser off the listâ She grumbles, and Choso chuckles to himself.
âWhere does a girl like you find these losers?âÂ
Heâd gotten too comfortable too fast and he realizes it as soon as her eyes widen up at him, not too much, but enough that he notices, and he knows that sheâs caught the choice words of his loose lips. A slight smile pulls on her parted lips as she thinks through just how she wants to call him out on it, but for right now, she relishes in the way his cheeks flush and his own eyes widen in panic.
âA girl like me, huh?â She teases, her soft smile turning into a full blown grin. âAnd what do you mean by that, Choso?â
Again, he thinks she must know what sheâs doing when his name drips from her voice like sweet honey. Nothing else has ever weakened his insides quite like it.
âYou know what I mean,â He tries to play it off casually, but her eyes narrow on him in disbelief. âYouâre super nice, and⌠easy to talk toâÂ
âOh, right, I forget that super nice gets you everywhereâ She exaggerates.
âYou donât need me to stand here and tell you youâre a catch, (y/n),â Choso sighs, and the playful crinkle in her nose dissipates, the rest of her features softening along with it. âYou have to know thatâÂ
Itâs quiet for a moment, and sheâs staring at him with what he worries is disbelief. Was she not taking him seriously? Did she think he was only joking? Well that simply wouldnât do, he couldnât possibly leave her apartment now until he was sure she knew just how wrong she was.
So he ignores the nerves prickling his skin warning him not to cross too many lines at once and he speaks up again.
âCâmon, I mean, obvious stuff aside, anyone would be lucky to score a date with you. Youâre excellent company, I mean, you donât know how often I lose time when Iâm talking with you. Itâs never a dull moment, even when itâs quiet, and I think thatâs just about the most important quality in a person, donât you?â Itâs a rhetorical question, but even if she wanted to answer, Choso gives her no time to do so. âYouâre funny, in the witty way that I canât keep up with and in the silly way that Yujiâs so taken with. Youâre patient, and generous, and kind,â
Her lips part, but thereâs nothing she could possibly say to him right now. Her mind has been wiped blank. All that she can hear now are the words heâs saying, and sheâs not even sure that this isnât all a dream at this moment and sheâs not about to wake up in her bed with a funny feeling. Her heart was beating so hard she feared it would leap right out of her chest and sheâs helpless to stop it. Nonetheless, she wants nothing more than for him to keep going.
âYouâre smart, and capable of anything, and youâre not afraid of chasing the things you want,â Choso goes on, and he doesnât stutter once. Every word is spoken with precision, as though rehearsed. Or maybe it just came to him that naturally. âYuji loves you and thatâs all the more I could ever want. Youâre the first person heâs really attached himself to, you know. He never⌠he never really cared for anyone the way he cares about you,âÂ
Tears have started to well up in her eyes, but itâs still not enough to stop the seamless train of thought heâs spewing out. If he notices this, he doesnât comment on it. He just keeps going.
âBut itâs clear that he loves you and itâs clear as day why. Anyone with eyes and an ounce of a brain would feel the same. And they should. And itâs really a pity that so far no oneâs managed to behave the way you deserve, and treat you the way you deserveâÂ
She thinks heâs finished, only because heâs paused long enough and heâs staring at her now as if everything heâd just said was now being displayed on a teleprompter before him. At first, all she can manage is a small gasp to clear the lump in her throat.
âYou-â She starts, but her voice fails her and she has to shake her head to convince herself to ignore her nerves. âYou really mean all of that?âÂ
Itâs a whisper so soft that even a creak in the floorboards would have overpowered her voice. But the apartment is dead silent. All she can do is stand frozen in place as she watches him and waits for his answer, for the confirmation that he really had just said the kindest, most beautiful things anyone has ever said to her, seemingly out of nowhere.
During his pause, she steps closer, glossy eyes remaining focused on him, as if a single blink could cause her to miss his next words. There had been few moments in her life that sheâd felt worried over missing- but right now if youâd asked her to name them she would probably come up short.
âI⌠donât say things I donât mean,â He tells her in a moment of unfiltered honesty- which he was on a streak with tonight. Â
(y/n) gives him a faint nod in return as she tries to blink away the wetness in her eyes. There wasnât a chance sheâd let herself cry in front of him right now- not at one in the morning after he already had to rescue her from a dead end date.
For all of his forwardness, Chosoâs throat has gone so dry he knows that his next words will come out in a strained out scratch. He feels like thereâs a spotlight on him, even though the lighting in her apartment is so dim thereâs shadows casted over the expanse of her left cheek. It paints her into a silhouette that he believes could be hung in every museum. When he tries to take a gulp to ease the dryness of his throat, itâs faintly audible.
A quiet sound of amusement breezes past her lips before they quirk up into a smile so gentle Choso swears only a soft stroke of a paintbrush could capture it in itâs full essence. He might just have to pick up the hobby of painting if he wishes to fully preserve this image. Honesty strikes him again in his moment of inspiration.
â(y/n) you should know that Iâm starting to have feelings for you,âÂ
Itâs a murmured confession, spoken so genuinely from the bottom of his heart that (y/n) can feel them filling her own heart with a gooey warmth.
âWell, not starting, I- Iâve known about it for a while, actually,âÂ
He seems to stammer and partially mumble over his words as soon as heâd started to speak with certainty, but it doesnât make them any less true. (y/n) knows this, and he can tell in the way her eyes seem to hold stars as she stares at him with pure marvel. It makes him concerned that sheâs never heard these things before.
âBut, yâknow, I didnât want to say anything because of how much Yuuji adored you and I didnât want to do anything to disrupt that,âÂ
Before he knows it, Chosoâs rambling, but (y/nâs) patient and takes in everything he has to say. Sheâs never seen him unload so many thoughts like this, and even with her heart on the brink of beating out of her chest, she takes in everything he has to say.
âIn the past heâs sort of just shut down around anyone Iâve gone out with, or tried to, at least. Itâs just not like him, to be quiet, or shy. I hated seeing him like that. I donât know what it was, why he never got comfortable around anyone, and I didnât know if it would always be like thatâŚâÂ
Choso trails off for a moment, starting to realize just how much oversharing he was doing tonight. Maybe it was the late hour, or maybe it was that look sheâd held in her eyes all night, like she was holding something back as well, but whatever finally pushed him over the edge to spill his every hidden thought was a driving force so strong nothing could have prevented it now.
âBut then he found you and he was just⌠taken,â A quiet laugh falls from his lips as he thinks fondly about the adoration his little brother holds for her. Sheepishly, he finishes his train of thought. âAnd I guess that rubbed off on me, tooâÂ
Her lips are wobbly at first as they form a wider smile, and then sheâs making a short shuffle forward, putting them both toe to toe.
âYou didnât want to tell me you had feelings for me because you thought Yuuji would be upset?â She asks him, like maybe sheâs not sure she understood him right. Choso seals his lips together as he gives a faint nod in return. Her head tilts to the side, her round eyes narrowing as an aura of curiosity settling over her as she gazes up at him. âAnd you think Iâm a catch?â She repeats his earlier statement, and lets out a breathless and short laugh when she watches color flush his face. âSo⌠whatâs so different now that you decided to tell me?âÂ
Her fingers latch around the hem of the shirt sheâs wearing, twisting at the material in short nervous movements. However the clear sign of nervousness is easy to overlook when sheâs staring at him so intensely. His sincerity tonight had been a blessing that she was going to milk for all itâs worth. Once she got a taste for how deeply Choso felt his feelings, she just had to know more, even if it meant pushing him to share more. Although she hoped her eagerness wouldnât drive him out of her home, she hoped heâd stay until she got her fill of all of his thoughts.
âI donât know,â He sighs, and his shoulders fall slightly as he visibly relaxes. It makes her wonder if heâd been tense this whole time, if sheâd put him on edge by standing there while he made confession after confession. The thought makes her swoon just a little bit harder- if possible. âI guess⌠I just couldnât hold it in anymore,âÂ
Her brows cinch together as her expression morphs, into something he worries is pity, so he frowns.
âI did try, just for the recordâ He tells her suddenly. The change in tone makes her chuckle in her confusion.
âTried what?âÂ
âTried telling you,â Choso clarifies, âMonths agoâÂ
âWhat?â She shakes her head in disbelief, a slight frown tugging on her lips as she tries to recall when he was referring to. Surely sheâd remember an attempt of him asking her out, or telling her about his feelings. Yet nothing comes to mind. âYou did no such thingâÂ
âI did,â He insists, laughing humorlessly, but the sound lightens the mood between them and (y/n) finds herself laughing along with him. Although hers holds more amusement than his had. âAnd then you put me in the friend-zone. Or neighbor-zone. Or Yujiâs brother-zoneâÂ
âI absolutely did not!â Her voice cracks as it raises to itâs usual volume, the soft whispers of earlier long gone as another laugh rips out of her chest at his insinuation. âDonât tell me you actually thought thatâÂ
The seriousness in her voice has his heart strings tightening to their fullest extent, straining and quivering on the brink of snapping completely. At this point, Choso thinks that sheâs well aware of the emotional warfare sheâs using against him, but then he catches that glossy look she still held in her eyes and he thinks sheâs just as weakened by her own ardency as he was by his.
âTrust me, had I known different, things would be differentâ He says, raising a hand to drag a finger in the space between them to make the context clear.
Soft surprise adorns her face as heâs the first to surrender in their game of dancing around it, and itâs quiet for a few beats as she waits for her heart to calm down enough where she can speak without a tremble in her words.
âIâm telling you different right now, arenât I?âÂ
The silence of her apartment is deafening. Seconds pass like years as he stares back at her, his eyes shifting between hers as quickly as they possibly could, a sudden desperation in being able to read her expression clear on him. Patience was just a part of Chosoâs nature- it had to be when he alone was raising a five year old like Yuji- but any thought of moving slowly was thrown out the window as soon as he was finally sure of that look in her eyes.
âI want to kiss you,âÂ
He moves forward then, his hands moving as fast as his words as they land on her jaw, and despite their swiftness his touch is gentle. They cup under her face with thoughtful softness, and as soon as heâs touching her, his patience is restored. Suddenly he has all the time in the world, and he lets his gaze slowly trace over every little feature of her face until heâs sure heâs memorized every last inch. (y/nâs) expectant before him, her lashes fluttering as her eyes shift repeatedly between his lips and his own gaze. He wasnât taking the hint, and unfortunately, her voice was caught in her throat. Sheâd seemed to have lost it as soon as the rough pad of his thumb began to trace the length of her jaw to her chin.
After taking his sweet time, he pushes closer, tilting her chin upwards so that his nose could just barely graze past hers.
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
The murmured request is so close to her own lips she can practically feel them moving against her own. Her nod of approval isnât complete before the minimal space left between them is finally closed, and warm lips press against her own with the same gentleness of his hands.
She returns the softness at first, moving her lips against his with an experimental curiosity, but itâs not long before she can stop herself from reaching out to him. His bare chest is warm under her palms, and at first contact all she does is press her hands against it, fingers splayed out to feel every warm inch of skin that she can. Chosoâs fingers flex and tense against her jaw upon the sensation that he hadnât felt in so long it was almost unfamiliar.
But her touch was unlike anything heâd ever felt before. The pads of her fingers were soft as they moved across his skin, slow but sure as they mapped over his chest and around his shoulders, yet the light graze of her nails was just enough sharpness to leave goosebumps in the wake of her path. Even when a sigh is shuddered out of him, she doesnât part from their kiss.
Choso canât help but slide a large hand around the back of her neck, keeping her close to him even as they both begin to gasp for air between kisses. The soft newness of it all is quickly replaced by a hot need to not stop. Itâs evident in the way their touches begin to lose shyness, and soon their grabbing and pulling at one another as their kisses grow messy and uncoordinated.
She presses as close to him as she can get, even with her own body heat reaching uncomfortable peaks, she still desired to feel his warmth. More than that, though, she wanted to card her hands through his hair- and she did just that. Sheâs rewarded with a soft whimper against her lips when her fingers dive into the roots and tug just a little bit before combing through the rest of it.
When she moves to do it again, a pair of hands seize her hips, and their lips are properly parted for the first time since heâd first kissed her as he lifts her up with ease, turning to drop her onto her kitchen counter before pressing close to catch her lips with his again. Sheâs rendered breathless from the movement- after already trying to catch up in her breathing during their sudden makeout session- but thereâs not an ounce of protest in her when Choso pulls her knees apart in order to slot himself between her legs and continue where they left off.
Her arms wind around his neck as she pulls him down the short distance to kiss him properly. The height difference between them now isnât nearly as drastic as when she was standing, but itâs still noticeable even as sheâs perched on the counter.
Her heaving chest only becomes noticeable to Choso once his hands are making their way from her thighs towards her ribs, where he feels them expanding and contracting at an alarming rate. He lets out a chuckle and breaks apart from her, his amusement only furthered when her lips chase after his, despite her panting for air.
â(y/n), sweetheart,â He murmurs affectionately as he catches her chin between his thumb and forefinger to halt her from kissing him again. When her eyes open to meet his, her eyelids hang heavy over her dilated pupils, and Chosoâs so struck with awe at her beauty in this moment heâd nearly forgotten why heâd stopped kissing her in the first place. âWant you to catch your breathâ He mumbles, the pad of his thumb reaching up to drag over the swollen plushness of her bottom lip.
Somehow, they look even more kissable than before. Especially paired with her flushed cheeks and the dreamy look in her eyes as she peers up at him through her heavy and fluttering eyelashes.
She leans forward, but she doesnât try to kiss him again. Sheâs just filled with such a strong desire to stay close to him that she couldnât bear to be the few inches apart that heâd distanced them with. He smiles softly at her as her hand begins to sweetly comb through his hair. Itâs not the same motion as before, it holds a different feeling in the way she moves slowly, and with no grip at all, and yet his chest is filled with the same overwhelming adoration as when sheâd had her hands fisted in it. He decides to let his hair hang loose more often from here on out.
âI canât stay,â He murmurs after a long but comfortable silence between them. âYujiâŚâ He trails off, but she gets the idea, and nods back at him.
âI understand,â She whispers back, followed by a bittersweet smile. âItâs alrightâŚâÂ
âHeâs staying at Megumiâs this weekend, though,â He mentions, his eyes following the movement of his thumb as it grazes over her lip, enamored with the way the plushness of it gave in even under his gentle touch. âWeâll go on a proper date then, hm?â He offers with a hopeful look.
âSure,â (y/n) smiles, and then playfully purses her lips to peck a light kiss against his thumb. âOr you could just come over for tea again,â She suggests instead, followed by a short giggle.
His cheeks and neck flush with a rosy hue, but he nods back at her in agreement. Â
It was a date.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
âSo, does this mean youâll get married?âÂ
Yujiâs blunt question has Choso choking on his drink. Burying her face in his shoulder, (y/n) tries to suppress her laughter, but itâs obvious in the way she snorts and her shoulders shake. Meanwhile, Yujiâs still sat on the floor in front of them, half watching the movie thatâs playing and half checking on the two of them as he awaits an answer.
After a few weeks of going out and ensuring one another that their change in relationship was working, more than working, Choso and (y/n) thought it was the proper time to break the news to the little boy. It wasnât much of a surprise when he was excited to hear it, but the first question that came to his mind wasnât as expected.
âWell, maybe, buddy, letâs just cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?â (y/n) answers him with a kind smile, even though the idea of marriage so early in their relationship as her face burning and her heart beating wildly in her chest.
âOkayâ Yuji accepts the answer and goes back to watching the movie for a bit.
Choso finally clears his throat and settles back into his comfortable position on the couch, (y/n) still tucked under his arm and pressed into his side in just the way he liked, and after a few minutes of mentally calming himself down he really did relax again.
âWeâll still live together and get a dog though, right, Choso-nii?âÂ
(y/n) could feel every muscle in his body tense, but she still canât help but look over at him with a questioning raise in her brow and a purse in her lips as she smiled.
âYou told him we were getting a dog?â She hums curiously, waiting for his explanation of his little brotherâs question.
A nervous, breathless laugh falls from his lips.
âYouâre only focused on the dog part?â He asks, wondering what her thoughts were on the living together part. (y/n) hums, and shrugs a shoulder before she leans into him again, her focus on the movie as she settles against his shoulder comfortably.
âWell, Iâm more of a cat person,â She replies, knowing fully well that wasnât what he was implying. âThen again, a house vote would be fairâÂ
Yuji seems enthusiastic about this compromise, and doesnât seem to have any more questions for his big brother and his new girlfriend as he completely immersed himself in the movie once more.
With the arm he had wrapped around her, Choso tugs (y/n) a little bit closer, until heâs able to drop a kiss on the top of her head, before he leans into her as well and a comfortable silence settles over the room as they all grow sleepy watching a film together.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
[ hold me, love me, touch me, honey // be the first who ever did ]Â
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
xoxo ~ jordie
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Jamil 17
Summary: You and Jamil lay in his bed in his dorm room. While youâre very tired, youâre visibly not bothered by the social implications of being in the bed of another. Jamil, on the other hand, is a little too aware.
(I saw the birthday card and went âeh, why not?â and wrote this.)
Was this something common in your world? Where, out of nowhere, people will just casually ask their friends if they can sleep with them in their bed? Because thatâs what you did to Jamil. You approached him, luckily out of earshot from anyone important, and asked that very question with zero shame.
âHey Jamil? Mind if I sleep with you in your bed tonight?â
Jamil will admit, it took him a good five seconds for him to register the words. And, he will also admit that he banged his knee against the table he was cleaning. Hit it so hard actually that he curled up into a ball, and practically retreated into his hoodie because why would you ask that?! In broad daylight?!
But you know whatâs the worst part about all this? Jamil actually got excited. Giddy even! When the hot flush flooding through his body finally settled, all that was left was this glowing feeling.
At the time, he thought that his charms have finally got to you. That all his efforts to be in your good graces have begun to bear fruit.
And so he said, âYou know what? Yes, letâs do that. Setting aside the way you asked that, I think I can find it in my heart to forgive that.â
Past himâs an idiot. For all those times he thought himself above the hormonal college students, turns out Jamil was no better. He supposed it was only a matter of time before he was humbled.
And so here Jamil lays on his side of the bed, dressed in his best pajamas, surrounded by the best sheets and pillows he uses for special occasions, and you laying on your stomach, reading the next chapter for one of your classes.
You came in with a tired wave, bag at hand, and flopped over in his bed. And youâve been in that pose since.
âSo, this was what you meant.â Jamil said. Now that his judgment is clear again after an hour of doing nothing, he really shouldâve known you didnât mean anything special by what you asked. Shame on him for expecting an extra meaning to them.
âHmm? Oh, was the way I asked weird?â You glanced towards him. Jamil recognizes that exhausted look weighing in your eyes. Perhaps, through the rose-tinted glasses, Jamil didnât notice. Once again, shame on him. Jamil should suffocate himself with these pillows. âSorry about that. I just really want one good night of sleep. Just one.â
The urge to hit himself with the pillows lessened. Jamil moved onto his stomach, and copied your position, propping his chin on the pile. âIs there something wrong with your bed?â
You put your phone down. âWeatherâs getting hotter and I still donât have a working air con. It gets so humid at night that I sweat through the night. Can barely get more than three hours of sleep at a time.â
âŚof course the headmage would neglect to give you something as simple as a stable heating and cooling. Leave it to him to ignore your problems while he goes off doing whatever else. Probably binge watching an old drama thatâs not even any good.
âI canât imagine itâs been easy to deal with. Though, I have to ask, why my bed? You have others that youâre closer to, donât you?â
Others such as Ace and Deuce, but Jamil didnât want to say their names. Itâs childish but he doesnât want to see if your eyes light up at their mere mention.
You stretched your spine and settled down. âYeah I know other people, butâhow do I say thisâtheyâll make it weird.â
Weird? Like how Jamil preparing everything from the lights, to the blankets and even stuffing his drawer with extra wipes just in case wasnât weird? What?
âWait, what you mean by weird?â Now Jamilâs worried. Did something happen for you to say that? Did someone do something to you?
You waved off his concern. âWell, see, originally I was just going to ask Rook since he doesnât mind sharing spaces with anyone, but heâs also very into cuddling and Iâm not in the mood for that.â
âThatâs true, heâs very open about that kind of thinâwait you cuddled him before?â Since when?
âCuddled him plenty of times. Rook gives the best hugs without trying to flirt with me. Anyways, Rook wasnât an option, and neither are Ace and Deuce since thereâs no room to spare. There was Leona but after that whole ordeal with Azul, I really donât want to go back there. And as for asking Azul himself⌠I feel like heâd charge me for that. So, here I am.â
Oh. Well, when putting it like that, it does make sense doesnât it? So long as you donât figure out exactly what went through his head when you asked. Heâll just keep quiet about that.
Jamil sighed into his pillow. âWhile I want to ask why you didnât ask Kalim, but I know him too well. A peaceful rest isnât something he can give, not with the way he sleeps.â
You patted his shoulder and it took everything in Jamil to not jump out of his skin. âYou get it. So, yeah, thanks Jamil, for not saying no. Honestly, I was ready to find an empty classroom and just sleeping in there.â
Jamil narrowed his eyes. âDonât do that. Youâll get in trouble. Just sleep here for the time being. When I have time, Iâll see about pestering Crowley into getting everything in order.â
âYou do too much for me, Jamil. Really.â
While things didnât play out the way he wanted to, the warmth flooding in his chest has not once went away. If anything, from the sight of your smile, it threatened to overflow.
This is nice, that you trust him like this.
ââŚalright, this is still bothering me. How did you and Rook even start cuddling in the first place?â
And can he add himself onto that list of people you cuddle with?
âHahaha, yeah that is strange, right? Alright, may as well tell you.â
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#scarabia#jamil#jamil viper#reader insert
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synopsis. you hate gojo and he loves you.
tags. mildly nsfw, mentions of sex, fwbs (except they're not friends), angst, yn went to school w gojo, implied to be close w haibara and geto, blames gojo for their deaths
âlooking for something?âÂ
gojoâs lips were tilted up into a smirk as he dangled your dark panties above your head. his blindfold was gone and his tantalising blue eyes stared down at you, taunting you from above. Â
you quickly snatched them from him, putting on the final garment that the sorcerer beside you had removed less than fifteen minutes prior. your body was still buzzing but the post-sex haze was settling and you were once again reminded that it was gojo satoru that you were going to to satisfy your needs.
that was what this was for, you reminded yourself, it didnât change the fact you hated the overzealous and reckless man. if anything, this only affirmed the aforementioned recklessness because who risks a quickie in their place of work during school hours? only an idiot (excluding yourself, of course, you were not to blame for gojoâs charm).
ânot even a thank you?â he pouted as he leant back on his desk, reaching for the blindfold that had just been tightly binding your wrists together. you were grateful for the long sleeves that covered the red marks on your wrists because you didnât really want to be having to waste your energy on your reversed curse technique to heal them.
âfor what?â you asked back dismissively, quickly trying to button up each of your shirt buttons with only a little success as your fingers stumbled over each. the clock in his office said that the two of you only had five minutes till class started and that meant you had less than that to make yourself look presentable and not like youâd just done what you had. the first and second years were already suspicious enough of the two of you, you didnât need to give them any fuelÂ
âfor the mindblowing seââ
you clasped a hand over his mouth (something he allowed, he hadnât had his technique activated since youâd locked the door to his office), âsomeone could hear you.â
âlike they wouldnât have heard you,â gojo grinned once you dropped your hand. pushing your fumbling hands aside, he helped you fix your clothes. he was slower than necessary, enjoying the final moments of your time together.
âi need to go teach my class,â you said back firmly, avoiding him by focusing on the ceiling above as he steadily buttoned up the last few buttons on your shirt. he was so calm, not a care in the the world about consequences, and you hated it. hated him.
âthey can wait a few more minutes,â gojo murmured, finger slipping under your chin to turn you back to him. you couldnât see his eyes anymore, hidden by the black cloth of his blindfold, but you knew he was looking directly at you. if you were anyone else, maybe youâd give in to him, youâd go up onto your tiptoes and kiss him, fingers pulling at his hair just how he liked.
but youâre you and heâs him.
gojo gritted his teeth, swiping the paperwork and pens off his desk once youâd left and closed his door without another word. any pent up frustration he may have just released seeping deep back into his body as he felt your cursed energy get further and further away.
it was physically painful to be so in love with someone who, at their very core, blamed his existence for the demise of the people you loved.
#đđđđđđ#gojo#gojo satoru#satoru#gojo x reader#gojo x yn#gojo x you#gojo imagines#gojo drabbles#gojo angst#gojo smut#gojo fic
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