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Tell me sweet little lies: part 5

(Kendall Roy x OFC)

Summary: Diane and Kendall go out of town for a relaxing weekend. Diane puts on her investigative hat and is on the hunt to unravel the truth.

Warnings: smut / sex in the sea

A/N: 7k+ words and the plot thickens!!!!!

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“Get off your phone,” Kendall grumbled from the driver's seat. “The person in shotgun is supposed to be the designated entertainer.”

“I’m a passenger princess,” Diane rolled her eyes, switching her phone to do not disturb mode and put it away. “There, happy? Now what?”

“Let’s play a game?” He suggested.

Diane never imagined this would be how she was spending the weekend. She had hoped that Kendall would have forgotten about his plan, she thought it was just a spur of the moment, rash decision he had made while he was pussy drunk, but he was serious enough to follow up about it the next day over breakfast. She was forced to cancel her dads visit to fully immerse herself in her backstory.

“I spy?”

“What are we, kindergarteners?” He snorted, shooting her a mocking look.

“Fine. What amazing idea do you have, Einstein?”

“Let’s play 21 questions, I feel like I barely know anything about you.”

“Mhmm,” Diane nodded, but internally she was screaming, it was getting hard to keep up with all the lies she had told him as it was. “Let’s make it more interesting. 2 truths one lie?”

“Okay, you start.”

“Uhmmm okay let me think,” she tapped her chin, “Okay, I used to have my nipples pierced, without naming any names… I have slept with a member of one direction, and.. and.. I’ve done anal.”

“I don’t think you did it right,” Kendall furrowed his brows in confusion, “it’s supposed to be 2 truths, not 2 lies, right? Am I supposed to find the 1 truth or the 1 lie?”

“Nope, I did it right. I told you 2 truths and 1 lie. And you have to determine which one is the lie.”

Kendall swallowed hard, going over Diane’s statements, “Fuck me, and here I thought you were innocent.” Fatherless behaviour, Kendall thought to himself, but he couldn’t entirely blame Diane for that given her relationship with her dad, he felt her. “I mean you really had a wild streak huh?”

“Had? Oh baby, I'm still in my wild streak. Why else would I be going to the Hamptons with a strange man?”

“Fuck you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Tik tok, tik tok….” Diane tapped her bare wrist like she had a watch, “Do you give up?”

“Uhhhh, fuck this is hard. Can I just say for the record I think you’re winding me up and they’re all lies BUT gun to my head…. Then maybe the one direction one?”

“Wrong.” Diane laughed.

“Wait seriously? And just to confirm we are talking about the British boy band, yeah?” Diane nodded and Kendall looked at her and then back at the road and then back at her, his mouth agape. “Which one?”

“I can’t disclose that information.” She smirked looking out the window.

“Did you uh, sign a fucking NDA or some shit?”

“No, it’s just none of your business.”

“It was Harry, wasn’t it?”

“Nope.”

“Or that other one, with the fucking cheekbones, uhhh what’s his face— Zack? NO, Zayn!” He snapped his fingers.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“You’re unbelievable, who would’ve thought. Fucking Zayn.” He said, jealousy evident in his tone, “Wait so which one was the lie? The nipple piercing one?”

“You really think I tried anal?” She looked at him incredulously, “Absolutely not!”

“You know out of the 3 you gave me, it sounded like the most normal one.” He teased, “But you know maybe we can change that to a truth.”

“Over my dead body.” Diane smacked his arm, making him wince.

“Hey! No abusing the driver.”

“Your turn.”

“Gonna be hard to top your freak level, but I’ll try.” He teased, earning another harsh smack from her. “Uhhhh, I used to play professional tennis, one time when I was a kid I stole my mom’s favourite pearl necklace and blamed it on my brother, and uhhh— oh, I’ve never been in love before.”

“Seriously it took you that long to come with that load of crap.” She raised her brows, it was almost too easy, “The last one.”

“Oohh wrong, too overconfident sweetheart.”

“What?” Diane recalled that he was married before, there was no way she had gotten that piece of information wrong, “How is that possible?”

“Yes, I was married. No, I wasn't in love.” He answered, reading her mind.

“Then, then why did you even get married?”

“Because I loved her.” He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But you weren’t in love with her? That doesn't make any sense.”

“You’ll go through it some day and then you’ll understand.”

“Okay, so you didn’t steal your moms pearl necklace?” She clarified.

“Nope, I did do that.”

“Why?”

“I was mad at my little brother for something, I can’t even remember now. But yeah I blamed the whole thing on him. He wasn’t allowed sweets for a whole month.” Kendall recalled the memory with a grin.

“You are evil.”

“Nah, he probably deserved it. He was a little shit back then, actually still is.”

“What did you even gain from that?”

“His suffering brought me joy, and I still have that pearl necklace.” He admitted.

"So you were never a professional tennis player," Diane pressed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, right. I played a bit. I was pretty good, actually. But my dad, classic dad, didn't see the point. 'Useless sport,' he called it. 'Better off with your head up a horse's ass.' And that’s a direct quote from him." Kendall scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone.

Diane leaned in, her eyes boring into his. "Your dad seems to have a lot of control over your life."

Kendall shrugged, a practiced gesture. "It's easier to go along with it. Besides, he turns into Stalin on steroids when he doesn't get his way."

"What would it take for you to defy him? Hypothetically, of course." Diane's question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Was Kendall capable of standing up to his father? Would he protect his company's reputation, or would he blindly follow his father's destructive path?

She'd seen the interview. "My dad's plan was better," he'd said, a puppet on a string. But was there a spark of rebellion beneath the surface? Could she ignite it, turning him from a pawn into a powerful ally?

"I tried," Kendall muttered, his jaw clenching. "Didn't work."

“But the vote of no confidence was premature. I mean come on, you had one foot out the door. There was no way it was gonna work.” Diane urged him. “You need to think bigger—“

“I can’t—“

Diane and all of America saw the news when Kendall backed away from the Beat hug, “You almost had it the second time, you just gave up too early. You had a solid right hand man who had your back. You had Logan backed into a corner—“

Kendall's jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I CAN'T, OKAY? I've tried everything you're thinking and failed. I’ve exhausted every option. And I can't, okay?" His voice was a low growl, raw with frustration. “I just can’t. I don’t have any cards left to play, or a hand.”

Diane's heart pounded in her chest. She'd never seen him like this before. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to yell."

"My dad doesn't play clean," he continued, his eyes filled with a dark intensity. "If I try anything again, he'll bury me alive."

Diane knew she'd pushed too far. She'd seen the monster beneath the surface, the man trapped in his father's shadow.

"I'm sorry for being nosy," she said softly.

The car crash. The kid. His father would bury him alive with that story if he stepped out of line. It was clear that Kendall didn't have a moral compass. He wouldn't come clean about the cruise scandal - women fired, forced into sexual acts, thrown overboard. Disgusting. Diane's blood boiled. She knew she had to be the one to expose the truth, no matter the cost.

So far, she had nothing. Whispers, rumors. She needed a solid lead, a witness, something. This weekend, she had a chance. A chance to connect with Kendall, to gain his trust. To become his person.

A tense silence filled the car. Kendall stole a glance at Diane, worried he had scared her by raising his voice. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it, a silent apology.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Diane warned, her voice sharp.

“You keep forgetting that I, unlike you, actually have a full license.” he teased, a playful note in his voice.

“That doesn’t make you immune to car crashes,” she retorted, the double meaning hanging heavy between them. Kendall’s grip on her hand tightened.

"You want to drive?" he offered, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I haven't practiced in a while…." she hesitated.

“Come on, I'll help you.” Kendall reassured her, slowing down and pulling to the side of the road. “Climb over.”

“And sit where? In your lap?” She looked at him with wide eyes.

"No, the roof," he scoffed. "Come on, don't be a baby."

With a sigh, she unbuckled and shifted, settling awkwardly on his lap. "Okay, you take the wheel. I'll keep my foot on the brake," he instructed, his breath warm against her ear.

She gripped the steering wheel, her heart pounding. "What if the cops pull us over?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"They won't," he chuckled, his hands finding her hips. "Now, speed up."

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Sweetheart, you're doing 70 in a 100," he said, his voice low and seductive. "People are going to start honking. Press the gas, now."

She pressed harder on the accelerator, the wind whipping through her hair. He squeezed her hips reassuringly.

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"I like to call this place, 'The safe haven,'" Kendall welcomed Diane inside, dropping their bags in the foyer.

“It’s nice.” Diane wandered around the space, taking in the intricate details. It was a bohemian twist, with pastel blue walls, childhood photos lining the staircase, and colorful rugs adorning the hardwood floors. The cozy atmosphere felt almost lived-in, like a family had once called it home.

"Yeah, I try to bring my kids here every summer," Kendall explained, walking into the kitchen.

"If I had a place like this, I'd never leave," Diane sighed, perching herself on a barstool.

"Bar cart seems fully stocked. You want a sip of something?" Kendall rummaged through the bottles of liquor. "Before you even say it, I don't know how to make an espresso martini." He grinned at her.

"Surprise me then." Diane pulled out her phone, checking her emails. Even on vacation, work was never far from her mind. Her friends called her a workaholic, but she didn't care. Rome wasn't built in a day. Diane was ambitious, an overachiever. She was the one emailing her boss at 2 AM with new article ideas. Her colleagues might resent her, but her boss praised her in every meeting. She had tunnel vision, focused on the day she'd finally claim her throne at the top.

"You're addicted to your phone," Kendall scolded her, placing a mystery drink in front of her.

"I'm sorry I have a life," she shrugged, taking a sip. "Hmm, it's nice. Kind of like a Shirley Temple with a sour twist."

"Yeah, I had to make do with what we had," Kendall replied, sipping his whiskey.

"You know we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Well, I should hope so.” She murmured, feeling him kiss sloppily down her neck.

“Uh-huh,” he sucked on the spot behind her ear, “Just think about all the new places I could bend you over.”

“I’m a bit tired from the drive,” she mumbled, leaning back into his touch.

“You didn’t seem tired when you were grinding your ass against me in the driver's seat?”

“I was just practicing my driving, not my fault you’re so perverted.” She bit back a moan. Kendall had a way of unwinding her with his fingertips, a single touch had her forgetting her purpose. They hadn’t even been in the house for 10 minutes and Kendall was all over her like a persistent cat waiting to be fed.

“Uh-huh. Innocent is not the word I would use. And I’m sure Zayn would agree.” He nibbled on her tender flesh, “Let's freshen up, and then we can go to the beach out back, soak up Vitamin D.”

“I already get enough of it as it is.”

“From Zayn?”

“Enough about Zayn.”

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Kendall led her to their room and went to the bathroom to shower. Diane had the perfect opportunity to snoop around the house. She set a timer for 10 minutes on her phone and quickly made her way to the study, Kendall had shown her a glimpse of it when he gave her the grand house tour.

Diane tiptoed inside, the heavy wooden door creaking ominously. She prayed the shower's roar would mask the sound. She didn't know what she was looking for, but this was Logan Roy's study. Surely, there had to be something, a clue, a secret. The room was surprisingly bare. No family photos, no personal mementos. Just a sleek desk, a solitary pen, and a dusty lamp. Diane's heart pounded as she rifled through the desk drawers. The first was a bust, filled with pens and candy wrappers. The second held insurance papers, property deeds, and a stack of Forbes magazines. Useless. The third drawer was locked. She scanned the room for a key, but there was nothing.

Frustration gnawed at her. She moved to the bookshelf, running her fingers along the edges. She pulled out a few books, checking behind them, even flipping through the pages, hoping a key might magically appear.

She felt around the leather office chair, looking for a ripped seam where something could be hidden. She checked under the rug, in the flower pot, but still came up empty-handed. She wiped the dust and dirt from her hands.

Before she could search any further, her ears perked up, the water had stopped running, she didn’t even realize it. There was still 3 minutes left on her timer. She scrambled out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, there you are," Kendall appeared in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Hey, I was just trying to get some signal around here," Diane said hurriedly, waving her phone in the air.

"Huh, didn't realize we had a signal problem," Kendall furrowed his brow. "My phone's working fine."

"Yeah, my phone's a piece of junk," she laughed nervously, trying to cover her tracks.

"Well, serves you right, you're addicted," Kendall teased, stepping closer, water droplets glistening on his skin. "Maybe a weekend without your precious phone will teach you to appreciate the smaller things in life."

“Oh trust me, I appreciate the smaller things in life,” she purred, trailing a hand down his chest, “even the smallest of things…” she cupped him through his towel.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Kendall's face lit up with a mischievous grin as he lunged forward, arms outstretched.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Diane squealed, ducking under his grasp and darting into their room. The bed became her fortress.

"Scared?" he teased, circling the bed.

"Just testing your cardio," she retorted, leaping onto the bed and crossing to the other side. "Too slow!"

"Oh, I was just going easy on you, sweetheart," Kendall panted, his playful facade slipping.

He charged towards her, but Diane was quicker. She darted out the bedroom door and down the stairs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Careful, don't slip. Wouldn't want you to break your hip!" she taunted, disappearing out the back door towards the beach.

She kicked off her shoes, shedding her jeans and top, and ran into the cool water. She ventured further till she was waist deep in the water, she could hear the sound of footsteps splashing behind her. She turned, but Kendall was nowhere to be seen. Only his towel marked his spot on the beach.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her leg, pulling her under the surface. Her scream was muffled, a silent bubble in the water. Through the distorted vision, she saw Kendall's face, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity.

As Kendall pulled Diane under, a strange sense of peace washed over him. The fear that had haunted him for so long, the fear of drowning, seemed to dissipate. The ocean, once a terrifying abyss, now felt like a familiar embrace. The weight of the water, once a suffocating pressure, now felt invigorating. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the chase. Or maybe it was the sheer joy of sharing this moment with Diane. In her presence, the trauma of the past, faded into the background.

Diane broke through the surface, gasping for air. "Gotcha," Kendall emerged, with a triumphant smirk on his face, water dripping from his hair.

Before she could swim away, “Uh-uh-uh, too slow,” He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush to his body in the cool Atlantic, kissing her fiercely, a mixture of saliva and salt. In that moment, age seemed to vanish, time got lost when he was with Diane, she made the wrinkles on his forehead disappear.

He loved the way her legs wrapped around his waist with a firm squeeze. “You know, I love the ocean,” she murmured, her voice as gentle as the waves, “I’m a water sign.”

“Cancer?” he mumbled a guess against her lips, kissing down her neck. He took in her soaking wet lace bra clinging to her skin, with the ease of his hand he unhooked it and disposed of it, letting it float away with the waves.

“Pisces,” Her fingers tickled lightly at the back of his neck making him shiver.

“I don't believe in that shit,” He adjusted her closer.

She repeated it into his mouth— I love water —and the words tasted sweet and ripe, like some exotic fruit plucked just for him.

“Pisces are just permeable membranes that pensively let things flow through them,” She kissed his chin, the curve of his jaw, “like cerebral sea sponges.”

“I believe you,” he groaned as she bit and teased kisses up the side of his neck. She could tell him the sky was green and the ocean was orange and he’d believe her. She made it so easy to believe, her sweet words had him dissolving in the water, gladly becoming food for the fish and corals.

“What’s your sign,” her voice was velvety smooth, as she traced his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

“Taurus,” he grunted, slipping his hand into the back of her panties, working it lower and lower over the firm curve of her ass.

“Taurus’ are greedy,” she purred, “you indulge yourself in pleasure. Ruled by Venus, you have a lust for giving, for receiving— you want it all. It fuels you, rewards you.”

A wave crashed against them, lapping at their shoulders. Diane wriggled against him, against his hand, against the firm ridge of his cock which poked at her inner thigh.

He could feel the points of her nipples against his skin, “I’m whatever you say I am,” He slid his hand lower, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Diane gasped when his fingertips found a new wetness, viscous and hot between her folds.

He worked two fingers into her tightness as she grinded her hips against him, her head tipping back feeling the friction of his cock against her clit, the ends of her hair disappearing into the water. He leaned over kissing the smooth column of her throat, making her moan.

“You love the water,” he said, tracing his tongue over her collarbone.

Her hand trailed down his chest, disappearing between them and he nearly lost his balance when she began to rub his swollen tip.

“Yes,” she nodded desperately. “I want to swim with the sharks.” The adrenaline was still coursing through her system, she didn’t care about being seen in broad daylight. For once she was truly living in the moment, not worrying about her next move. Flowing freely with the waves.

The hollow behind her ear tasted like vanilla and honey. Kendall sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a bruise that would purple as the rest of her skin freckled and browned in the sun.

“Your earth and I’m water,” her voice was low and tidal, “we connect on the shore.”

His cock was pulsating just from hearing her swollen raspberry lips murmur horoscopes to him in the vast expanse of the sea. He felt her fingers between her legs, brushing against his own which were still buried in her. She tugged her panties to the side. He caught her drift, retreating with his hand, and plunged his hips forward, slotting himself where he belonged. He was coming home, shipwrecked.

“Fuck—ohh—I lo—” he moaned when she clenched around him. “—fuck do you love this?”

The moment the words passed his lips, he wanted to snatch them back, the words I love you were on the tip of his tongue, the one thing he couldn’t have. But in his arms, she was unbothered, rising and falling on him with the flex of her thighs, the rhythm of the tides.

There was something different about her in the sunlight, Kendall felt like he was seeing her in HD, carefree, untamed. Outside the confines of the city she was herself, this was more than just friends with benifits— they were fucking in the ocean for Pete’s sake.

He tangled a hand in her wet hair and pulled her mouth to his, grunting as she bit hard on his bottom lip and thrust her tongue past the sting.

“Diane—”

“More,” she urged, panting against his mouth. “Please.”

His hungry eyes took in her neglected breasts, nipples strawberry plump, puckered so tight they probably ached. He took her pointed bud in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it like licorice.

“Yes,” she mewled and shuddered, “Kendall, yes.”

His body rocked against hers with Bermuda level force, the chill in the water was the only thing holding him back from the edge. He squeezed harder at her breast, feeling her flutter around him.

She felt submerged in an ocean of sin. Dancing sunlight filtering through roaring waves above her head. Deep blue surrounding them on all sides. Thick, molasses leaden desire filled her lungs up.

It usually took longer, and more force, but with one last thrust, she burst, clawing at his shoulders and crying his name. Her orgasm didn’t wash over her, it yanked. Grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her feet out from under her, sending her careening into a void of white hot ecstasy that coated her like black ink. And the hot, vice-like spasms of her cunt pulled him down under the waves with her until they were both breathless and shaking.

She squeezed him tight with her trembling legs, keeping him locked inside her even as he softened. Her swollen lips brushed his once, twice, before receding like the tide. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love the water,” she murmured.

I love you, Kendall bit his tongue. Kendall was falling too fast, headfirst in the deep end. The second someone showed him a miniscule amount of kindness or care, he was under her spell, more so a curse. When someone who had never been given love or care— finally gets a crumb of it, how can they let it go. He was hers, body and soul. He could only hold her close, hoping she wouldn't slip away. That’s all he could do.

They were a few metres from shore, but Kendall wished the tide would sweep them out into the open sea, where he was always like this. In the water, carefree. Maybe she would feel the same way about him too. She loved the water, maybe if she stayed there with him long enough, she would love him too.

They stayed in the water until a while longer, in each other's warmth. As the sun began to set, he carried her to shore, her small, limp body brined head to foot in salt and sweat and life. He laid her down on his towel, letting her body dry off in the last remnants of the sun.

“Tired?”

“Not too much.” She looked up at him with half lidded eyes, “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s freshen up first.” He brushed back a piece of her hair that clung to her forehead.

As they went back to the house Diane noticed a disruption in the soil, at the base of the house a small patch of grass had been undug, and carelessly topped with soil. It looked recent as well, something in her gut told her to investigate it later.

The shower that followed took longer than expected, it began with Kendall hovering behind her in the shower, shampooing the salt water out of her hair. But ended with Diane’s back pressed against the tiles, she gulped a steam filled air into her lungs. Water cascaded down their bodies as Kendall pounded into her. His hazel eyes remained locked with hers, fingers squeezing at the skin along her thighs which were wrapped around his waist, gasping breaths mingling together.

Kendall had the sex drive of a 14 year old boy going through puberty, he had to be inside Diane, she was like the air he breathed, he had to have her in every position, taste her in every way. And Diane— she just loved the water. It worked out in both their favor.

He released his hold on one of her legs and directed her to bear her own weight. Her other leg remained hiked up over his hip. His forearm rested on the tile by her head as he leaned over her. The change in position drove him impossibly deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned.

“Fuck, you’re so good, so good for me.” Kendall groaned, say it, please say it.

��For you—” she whimpered, each slow pull along her walls knocked the breath from her lungs. The skin above his cock, firm with taut muscle, rubbed at her aching clit. Shockwaves of pleasure centered on her cunt ricocheted through her body, “only for you.” She mumbled incoherently.

A jagged groan stirred against her throat as Kendall came undone, cock buried deep and spilling inside her. His heavy head fell onto her shoulder. Heaving breaths gusted from his lips and blew the remaining water droplets off her heated skin. He didn’t even have to ask her to say it this time.

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The low hum of music filled the dimly lit bar. Soft, muted colors washed over the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. A few people were scattered about, lost in conversation or solitary sips. The bartender, a man with a weathered face and a knowing smile, wiped down the counter with a practiced ease.

Diane's gaze was drawn to a faded photograph, its edges softened by time. It was a snapshot of a simpler era, a moment frozen in amber. There, amidst a collage of memories, she saw Kendall, younger and carefree, seated in the very booth they now occupied. Beside him was another boy, his face partially obscured, but his youthful grin unmistakable.

"Is this you?" Diane asked, pointing towards it.

Kendall nodded, his eyes following hers to the photograph. He set his beer down on the table, a contemplative look crossing his features. "Yeah," he confirmed, "that's me and my brother Roman."

“Summer, 1996," she read aloud, the date etched beneath the image. "My birth year."

"Yeah, we used to come here every summer," he explained. "The whole family." He took a long sip of his beer, his gaze drifting into the distance.

In that moment, the walls of the bar seemed to dissolve, revealing a glimpse into Kendall's past. Diane, a silent observer, was transported to a time before her own, a time of carefree summers and family bonds.

Diane laughed when her eyes landed on a particularly striking photograph. A younger Kendall, his muscles rippling beneath a faded tank top, struck a pose with his brother. A backward snapback and a gold chain completed the picture of his teenage heartthrob Era.

"Oh, hello Mr. Gunshow," she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Quite a transformation."

Kendall groaned, his face flushed. "Why did I even bring you here?" he muttered, shaking his head. "This place is a time capsule of embarrassment."

"Why are there so many photos of you?" Diane asked, her curiosity piqued.

“The owner’s buddy-buddy with my dad.“ Kendall explained, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Me and Rome used to spend the day surfing, laying out by the beach and then we’d come here to lay some serious game with the ladies. It was a classic summer ritual." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Diane couldn't resist a playful snort. "And was there ever a successful night?" she asked, her skepticism evident. "I find it hard to believe that any girl would be enticed by a snapback and a tank top."

Kendall chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. "No," he admitted, "not really."

"You and your brother seem close," Diane observed, her voice soft.

Kendall nodded, his eyes distant. "We used to be," he replied, the words hanging heavy in the air. "We used to be."

Diane sensed a shift in his demeanor, a subtle withdrawal. He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his feelings towards the past. It wasn't the nostalgia of fond memories that filled his heart, it seemed like pure hatred and regret.

Diane had spent countless hours trying to chip away at that wall, to coax him into sharing his memories. But it was like pulling teeth. Every question, every gentle probe was met with a carefully crafted response, a half-truth, or a complete deflection.

Diane knew she had to tread carefully. Kendall, a public figure, was notoriously private. His guarded nature was a shield, protecting him from the prying eyes of the media, particularly when it came to his family. It was as if he had erected an invisible wall, shielding his past from the outside world. She had to find a way to break through his defenses, to build trust, without revealing her own intentions.

It was a delicate dance, a slow and steady approach. She knew she couldn't force him to open up. Instead, she had to create a safe space, a place where he felt comfortable enough to lower his guard.

"I wish I had siblings," she confessed, offering a glimpse into her own life, hoping he would take her bait and open up. "I was an only child, always begging my mom for another baby. When you have siblings, you're never truly alone."

“Not when you have siblings like mine,” he shook his head with a dry chuckle, “Enemies would be better than Shiv and Rome. At least with enemies you expect the knife in your back. You can keep an eye on them.”

"I think you're being a bit melodramatic," Diane teased, lightly bumping his arm. Little did Kendall know, the biggest threat to him was sitting right beside him, a betrayal that was far more insidious than anything his siblings had ever done.

"It was Roman who sabotaged the entire vote of no confidence," Kendall took a sharp breath, his voice filled with raw emotion. "He gave me his word and then pussied out when it mattered."

Diane fought to suppress a smile. She was gathering information, piece by piece, each revelation a jewel in the crown of her exposé. "Oh shit," she murmured, feigning sympathy. He was opening up, revealing the cracks in his carefully constructed facade.

Every detail, every vulnerability was a potential weapon in her arsenal. The first thing she learned in journalism 101 was, not every piece of information is crucial to the story, but you need background to build a story. Diane needed to know the current affairs within the Roy family before she couldn’t expose them.

"Yeah, believe me when I say, who needs enemies when you have siblings," Kendall finished his beer, his voice laced with bitterness. He stood up, signaling the end of the conversation. "Have you ever played darts before?"

Diane shook her head, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She had managed to pry open a small window into his private world, only for him to shut it down.

Kendall, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, took down the photo frame. He carefully extracted the photo, with a decisive motion, he tore the image in two, separating Roman from the rest of the picture.

"I'll teach you," he grinned, sticking the fragment of Roman's face onto the bullseye. "This can be our target."

He demonstrated his skill, launching three darts with precision. The first struck Roman's face, the second his arm, and the third found its mark on his crotch. A dark, almost sinister pleasure spread across Kendall's face.

"Try and top that," he challenged, handing the darts to Diane.

Diane took the darts, her grip tentative. She launched the first dart, but it fell short, clattering to the floor. The second fared no better, veering off course and hitting the wall. Frustration began to gnaw at her.

Kendall watched her attempts with a mixture of amusement and patience. "Relax," he advised, taking the darts from her. "You're gripping too tightly." He demonstrated, his movements fluid and effortless. "Loosen your grip, aim for the center, and let the dart fly."

With his guidance, Diane tried again. This time, she managed to hit the board, though the dart landed far from the target.

Kendall smiled encouragingly. “Better.” He moved behind her, his breath warm on her neck. His large hand enveloped hers, guiding her arm as she held the dart, his cheek pressed against hers. "Now focus on the target, align the dart with it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The dart soared through the air, piercing the bullseye.

“You’re a natural,” Kendall praised, making every hair on her body stand up. The 2 espresso martinis she had just devoured, along with the bottle of wine they had shared over dinner were all catching up to her now.

“Yeah?” She whispered. Kendall's face was still pressed against hers, it was too intimate. Too close. Too sweet for her liking yet she let herself lean back into him, pressing her ass against his front. As if they hadn’t fucked twice already, they were both desperate to rip each other cloths off.

“Let’s get outta here.” He took her wrist in his hand, dragging her to the exit.

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They lay tangled in the sheets, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on Kendall's brow. He hadn't pushed his body this hard in years. His muscles ached with a familiar, satisfying burn. Diane, with her strategic mind and seductive charm, had expertly maneuvered him to this point. She had him exactly where she wanted him— vulnerable, exhausted, and utterly captivated. He was pussy drunk.

As Kendall lay there, vulnerable and unsuspecting, Diane's mind raced. She had the perfect opportunity to strike. Now she could bend him to her will and milk out whatever she needed from him.

Diane snuggled closer, her breath warm against his neck. "You know we never finished our game in the car," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive.

Kendall's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. "Yeah, yeah, we'll finish it on the ride back," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Nooo," Diane whined, pouting her lips. "Just one more. Please?" Her puppy dog eyes were hard to resist, and Kendall knew he was already defeated.

Diane always had a way of getting what she wanted. It was a skill she had honed over years, a tool she used to manipulate and control. And now, she was using it to her advantage, to extract information, to uncover secrets.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. "I..." His voice trailed off, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I got kicked out of boarding school for starting a fight," he managed to slur out, a half-truth. "I'm infertile," he added, a darker secret slipping out unintentionally.

As he drifted off to sleep, a few more words escaped his lips. "I killed him," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "It was an accident." These words, spoken in the depths of slumber, held a chilling truth, a secret that had haunted him. Something he had never said out loud before

Diane stilled in his arms, her mind racing. The first statement, the one about being kicked out of boarding school for a fight, was a lie. She had done her research, delving deep into his past. The official report from the school, along with multiple witness accounts, painted a different picture: a young Kendall, intoxicated and reckless, had been expelled for substance abuse.

The revelation about his infertility was less surprising. While he had never explicitly confirmed or denied the rumors, his public statements about his children's births had hinted at underlying fertility issues. His adopted daughter and IVF-conceived son were clear indicators.

However, it was the final confession, uttered in the depths of sleep, that truly shocked Diane. "I killed him. It was an accident." The words echoed in her mind, confirming her darkest suspicions. She had always harbored a theory, a darker version of events, but she had hoped it was merely a figment of her imagination. She never thought he would admit to it, to confirm her worst fears.

Diane lay there, her body tense, her mind racing. Minutes turned into hours as she grappled with the weight of Kendall's confession. She had an unconscious Kendall admit to murder. But she couldn't let it distract her from her primary mission: the Cruises scandal. That was the reason she had come to the Hamptons, the reason she had infiltrated Kendall's life.

She peeled back the covers, a sense of determination fueling her. She crept out of the room, calling out Kendall's name a few times, but he was lost in a deep sleep. She threw on Kendall's oversized shirt and raced to the backyard.

Using the dim light of her phone, she used her hands to dig at the disturbed patch of soil. The earth yielded easily, and soon she hit something hard. With trembling hands, she brushed away the dirt to reveal a metal box. Inside, she found a key, a cassette tape, and a blood-stained cloth. A wave of horror washed over her. She quickly tucked the box under her shirt

Diane sat on the grass, the rhythmic crash of waves providing a soothing backdrop to her racing thoughts. Who did the blood belong to? Was it connected to the Cruises scandal or Kendall's manslaughter plotline? A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the possibilities.

She glanced at her phone, the low battery warning flashing ominously. Time was of the essence. She needed answers, and she believed they were hidden within Logan's study. With renewed determination, she made her way to the study, the key to the bottom drawer clutched tightly in her hand.

Inside the drawer, she found a file labeled "KENDALL" in bold, block letters. She couldn't simply take the entire file; its disappearance would be too obvious, indicating an inside job. However, the metal box she had found on the beach could easily be dismissed as lost or stolen.

She glanced at her phone, the battery dwindling to a mere 1%. Time was running out. She wasn't sure if she'd have another chance to return to the study and photograph the contents of the file. Just as then, a blood-curdling scream echoed from the bedroom. Fear gripped her heart as she shut the drawer, locking away the file, leaving it undisturbed.

Kendall's body seemed to sense Diane's absence, triggering a cascade of nightmarish visions. He hadn't ventured into the water since the car accident, the night he'd survived while the kid drowned. Yet, today, with Diane by his side, he'd felt a rare sense of peace. A fragile peace, quickly shattered by his subconscious. His mind, a cruel puppeteer, seized upon his fleeting happiness, twisting it into a weapon of self-torment. He wasn't entitled to happiness, his guilt wouldn't let him. The dream was a twisted reflection of reality, a grotesque caricature of the peace he'd found with Diane.

The once familiar car was distorted, the shapes warped and menacing. A sense of dread hung heavy in the air.

As he glanced at the passenger seat, a horrifying sight met his eyes. Diane was there, but not the Diane he knew. Her face was contorted into a grotesque grin, her eyes, once pools of warmth, were now hollow, black orbs. A chilling whisper escaped her lips, "Hold your breath, baby," her voice dripping with malice.

With a sudden, violent jerk of the steering wheel, she plunged the car into the dark, ominous waters. The Diane he knew, the one who brought him comfort, was gone, replaced by a monstrous figure intent on his destruction.

The water was a murky, inky black, swirling with unseen currents. Each breath was a desperate gasp, his lungs burning with the need for air. Panic clawed at him as he thrashed, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Through the murky water, he could barely make out Diane's distorted figure. Her eyes, black and lifeless, gleamed with malicious joy.

"Help me," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, Diane."

Instead of reaching out, she laughed, a high, chilling sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "You're drowning, Kendall," she taunted. "And you can't escape."

“Please,” he gasped, inhaling water.

"Drown, Kendall," she hissed. "Drown and be still."

With each passing moment, the water closed in, suffocating him. The cold, heavy liquid filled his lungs, stealing his breath. He thrashed wildly, his strength waning. In his final moments, he saw Diane's face, her eyes filled with a cold, sadistic pleasure. As the car filled with water, she slipped out, her sinister grin widening.

Diane hurried into the room, hiding the box under her pillow and rushed to Kendall's side. She shook his shoulder gently, her voice filled with worry. "Kendall, wake up," she urged.

He jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged. His eyes full of terror, darted around the room. "What the fuck?" he gasped, his voice hoarse.

He scrambled off the bed, his movements jerky and panicked. "Was that real?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Diane, alarmed by his reaction, knelt down beside him. "Kendall, it's me, Diane," she said softly, her voice soothing. She gently pried his hands away from his face.

His eyes, wide and fearful, met hers. "Are you real?" he whispered, his voice trembling. He studied her face, searching for any sign of the sinister figure from his dream. But all he saw was the warmth and concern in her eyes. A wave of relief washed over him.

"Kendall, are you okay?" Diane asked, running a hand through his damp hair. "Did you take something before bed? Xanax or something else?"

"No, no. I'm fine," he replied, his voice shaky. "I just had a weird dream, that's all."

Diane helped him back into bed, her concern evident. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, cuddling up beside him.

"No," he murmured, his eyes closed.

“Okay.” She didn’t press any further, knowing she could hear about it in his next therapy session.

The room was silent, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Kendall and Diane lay side by side, their bodies tense, their minds racing.

Kendall's heart pounded in his chest as the chilling images of the nightmare replayed in his mind. The distorted figure of Diane, her eyes devoid of life, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him. His twisted nightmare had shattered the image he had of her. Was she capable of such a horrifying act, leaving him to drown in the depths of his own fear?

Meanwhile, Diane was still replaying Kendall's confession over and over in her head. "I killed him. It was an accident." And then there was the box, the tape and the bloodied cloth. She couldn't confront him about it without revealing who she truly was, her ulterior motive. But she also couldn't hold it in much longer.

As the night wore on, the silence between them grew heavier. They were both trapped in their own thoughts, unable to escape the darkness that had crept into their lives.

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hannieslittlerockstar · 1 year ago

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seven: EMPTY

“They can only meet you halfway.”

Word Count: 6.7K

Note: Basking Robbins 31 = a Korean drinking game with numbers

(sorry it's been so long since I last updated. i've been very busy. my next update may be in a month or so but i'll let you guys know if that changes. hope you enjoy! and i hope you all have a lovely Christmas and new years <3)

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“So…Chan,” Kiyomi wiggles her eyebrow at Emiko as she wraps her hands around her warm mug of cafe latte.

“What about him?” Emiko avoids her eyes as she takes a sip from her matcha latte.

Kiyomi had been all for interrogating Emiko last night, but per usual things didn’t go as planned. Han had had the bright idea of whipping out more of Chan’s alcohol after dinner and in the process had gotten half the group tipsy; Felix and him egging everyone to participate in one drinking game after another. Seungmin had sat on the sidelines amused as Felix and Han tried to do a Tik-Tok dance after losing to Baskin Robbins 31, their bodies swaying back and forth. Chan, who could handle his alcohol better than anyone else in the room, made it his duty to make sure that no one got hurt and that everyone was staying hydrated. After that, the night was a blur till everyone joined in on a last minute game of Hello Cleopatra to sober up that ended in tears of laughter.

By 3 a.m, Emiko and Kiyomi started bidding their farewells. As the boys walked them to the door, Chan and Emiko snuck a hug that was a little too long to be considered just friends. However, Emiko and Chan stood their ground as they confidently blamed everyone’s poor judgment on the alcohol. Han and Hyunjin raised their eyebrows in disbelief while Changbin and Seungmin turned to each other with a knowing smile as they watched Chan’s ears turn redder by the second. “Okay, 가 (go),” Chan giggled. “I’m not having this conversation right now and Emiko and Kiki need to get home,” he playfully pushed the boys aside as he opened the door for the girls.

Before he bid them farewell, Chan leaned close to Emiko and whispered one last good night. And although the boys didn’t overhear, Kiyomi did, and she promised herself right then and there to give Emiko as much crap as she could…tomorrow. Because right now, she could barely keep her eyes open. Once Kiyomi and Emiko were inside their apartment and after lots of encouragement to make sure neither fell asleep, they brushed their teeth and collapsed onto their beds. Seven hours later, they were out for a hangover breakfast in a small cafe off campus.

“You’ve been acting suspicious,” Kiyomi squints her eyes at Emiko.

“How so?” Emiko feigns ignorance.

“First of all,” Kiyomi takes another sip from her mug. “What took you so long to get your drink last night? I thought you said you’d be back in a bit.”

Emiko sighs in defeat. “I was talking to Chan,” she smiles unconsciously at the mention of his name.

A knowing smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips.

“What?” Emiko accuses. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing,” Kiyomi mischievously smiles back. “Just can’t believe my best friend ditched me for my other best friend.”

“I didn’t ditch you,” Emiko bites her lip, but when she meets Kiyomi’s unamused eyes she quickly corrects herself. “Okay, I might have kind of forgotten to come back,” she flashes Kiyomi an apologetic smile.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

“It’s just that we got caught up in a conversation.” Emiko fiddles with the ends of her cup sleeve. “I wasn’t going to just cut it short. That’s rude.”

“I don’t think either of you wanted to cut that conversation short,” Kiyomi mumbles.

Emiko raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” she asks as her cheeks flush a warm, rosy red.

“Secondly,” Kiyomi ignores her, shoving her two fingers in front of Emiko’s face.

“Yah! You didn’t answer my question,” Emiko laughs as she swats them away.

“Technically, neither are you. The horror movie,” Kiyomi continues as Emiko lets out a deep sigh, her bangs fluttering against her forehead.

“What about it?” Emiko crosses her arms.

A smug grin tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You hate horror. What was that all about, wanting to try something new?”

“I wanted a change in movie genre. Whenever we watch something together it’s almost always the sappy, romantic ones. Besides, it’s good to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

Kiyomi looks at her unconvinced. “Keyword: almost. Besides, you love a good ol sappy love story. Don’t act like you don’t. We all know horror is the last genre you’d choose to try. Unless,” a smirk tugs at her lips. “You were trying to impress someone or perhaps…”

Emiko skeptically glares at Kiyomi, having a pretty good idea of where this was going. Kiyomi continues, unfazed. “You know, trying to accidentally cuddle up to them for the jump scares.”

Unamused, Emiko scoffs. “And who do you think I’d be wanting to impress let alone cuddle up with?”

“Ch–.”

“Kiyomi!” an enthusiastic voice booms from behind them. Kiyomi’s eyes widen in surprise. “What are you doing here?” Chan slides into the booth next to her, drink in hand. He looks up, the same soft smile from the night before crossing his features. “Emi,” he nods.

Emiko’s entire demeanor changes within an instant as a shy smile crosses her features. “Hi Chan,” she responds as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kiyomi could not believe that within two seconds she’d become the third wheel of her roomie hangout (again). Emiko throws a glare at Kiyomi, as Kiyomi silently gags at Chan and her. Completely unaware of their interaction, Chan turns to poke Kiyomi’s cheek. “You didn’t answer my question, Kiki,” he chuckles.

“I was having a coffee date with Emi before you so kindly interrupted,” Kiyomi glares as she grabs his drink and takes a sip.

“Oi,” Chan playfully glares back as he steals his drink away from her light grasp.

Kiyomi’s eyes light up at the unexpected delicious fruity taste. Giving Chan a thumbs up she asks, “what are you doing here?”

He points over to the pick up counter just as LeeKnow’s name is called out for his iced americano. “We were picking up some drinks before we had to head off to practice.” Grabbing Kiyomi’s mug, he steals a sip back; his face scrunching up in disgust as the bittersweet coffee touches his lips.

“Practice? Is this for your idol group training?”

Taking a big swig of his drink to chase down the aftertaste, a wide smile spreads across Chan’s face as he looks back at Kiyomi. “We’re going over some new dance moves today since we’re practicing a group choreo for our bi-weekly evaluation.”

“Bi-weekly?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “Sounds intense. Even us vocal majors don’t get evaluated every two weeks.”

“Really? Yeah, sometimes it can be,” Chan says as he ruffles his hair, the ends sticking up at the sides. “But it’s what I wanna do so it’s worth it.”

Kiyomi nods. She knew that feeling well. Hard work meant that all that pain and suffering someone put themselves through to reach their dreams was worth it. At least, that’s what the dreamers always told themselves. It’s what gave meaning to the arduous road they trekked ahead. A warm smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You know Chan, I’m really happy for you.”

Chan looks up, surprised. “Genuinely,” Kiyomi continues as her eyes meet his briefly. “I know you’re gonna make it. You’re so talented. Plus, an in-house production team in your group? Unheard of and so so cool!” She pauses again as she tries to find the right words to express her thoughts. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m excited for the world to discover my best friend and his team.”

Taken aback by the sudden seriousness in topic, Chan finds himself unable to stop the warm smile tugging at his lips. His gaze searches Kiyomi’s as he lets out a soft, “thank you.” His eyes expressing a sincerity that ran deeper than the words he’d spoken.

LeeKnow walks over. “What I’d miss?” he nudges Emiko, taking a sip from his drink. “Are these two getting all sentimental again?”

Kiyomi and Chan simultaneously glare at LeeKnow as Emiko and LeeKnow erupt into laughter.

“Ohmygosh, really?” LeeKnow’s eyes crinkle as he snickers, “I knew it!”

Chan rolls his eyes. “Oh, I meant to ask you guys. How are you feeling after last night?”

“Not too bad,” Emiko says. “Kiki woke up with a little bit of a headache but that’s just because she didn’t drink as much water as she should have,” she playfully smiles.

“Hey, after all the water Chan was shoving down our throats last night, I thought I’d had enough.”

“There is never such a thing as too much water,” Chan states matter-of-factly.

“Tell that to the people who’ve drowned,” Kiyomi deadpans.

LeeKnow lets out a wholehearted laugh as Chan glares at Kiyomi. “I agree with Emiko though. You didn’t have that much water,” LeeKnow chimes in.

“How do you know? You seemed pretty preoccupied last night trying to give Han a taste of his own medicine,” Kiyomi crosses her arms.

“True,” LeeKnow nods. “But I also know you. And knowing you and your addiction to sweets, you were probably too busy trying all the sugary, alcoholic drinks Han kept pulling out of the mini fridge to think about having two cups of water in-between.”

“I hate you,” Kiyomi glares as Leeknow's lips tug up into an amused smile. “If only you could handle your alcohol as well as your water,” she taunts.

“Hey, you know damn well that I can hold my alcohol,” LeeKnow points accusingly at Kiyomi.

“That’s not what happened last night,” Kiyomi smirks.

“Han and Felix were having a good time so…” LeeKnow drifts off as Kiyomi raises her eyebrows, challenging him. He lets out an annoyed huff. “Okkaayy. I’ll admit, I let myself a little loose.”

“Aha! And you were gonna blame it all on Lix and Han.”

“Pfft, you’re one to talk,” LeeKnow glares. “You get so clingy when you’re drunk.”

“First of all, I know I’m a lightweight. I don’t go flaunting around telling everyone I have a high tolerance while we’re pre-gaming. Secondly, I am not clingy. Tell him Emi.”

Emiko stays quiet as she avoids Kiyomi’s gaze. “Emi,” Kiyomi tries to meet her eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Do you seriously not remember what you did last night?” LeeKnow asks dumbfounded, a teasing grin on his lips.

Kiyomi looks between the three of them as the color drains from her face. “Chan,” Kiyomi slightly shakes his shoulder. “Don’t tell me I did something stupid, what did I do?”

“I think you fancy someone,” LeeKnow singsongs as he takes a long sip of his drink.

Kiyomi’s eyes widen as Chan tries to hold back a smile. “Soo, what do you think of Hyunjin?” he teases.

“What do I think of–,” Kiyomi’s voice goes silent as Hyunjin’s name gets stuck in her throat, her face turning even paler. She looks up at LeeKnow for an explanation.

“After three drinks,” LeeKnow starts. “You latched onto Felix’s arm and refused to let go. He literally had to hand you over to Hyunjin–.”

“What, why Hyunjin?” Kiyomi interrupts.

“He was sitting next to Felix,” Emiko fills in as LeeKnow continues his story.

“–every time he had to do a punishment. And then poor Hyunjin,” LeeKnow chuckles. “He became your new target. You literally sat beside him, grabbed his arm and just patted it while you talked his ear off the rest of the night. It was quite amusing.”

“I what?” Kiyomi panics. Fiddling with her rings, she does her best to recall their conversation from last night. “I grabbed his arm?”

“It was adorable because then later on you two fell asleep on each other,” Emiko adds, making Kiyomi do a double take.

“On each other?! Wait, what?! What do you mean?”

“Ohmygosh, you guys make it sound so bad,” Chan laughs. “It was cute. You just fell asleep on his shoulder and when he passed out, his head fell on yours too. As you said, not that big of a deal,” he finishes with a gleam in his eyes.

“What do you mea—, no this is such a big deal!” Kiyomi hides behind her hands. “I must have annoyed him so much! I can’t believe I patted his arm, talked his ear off and had the audacity to fall asleep on his shoulder?! That’s a triple kill?! What is wrong with me?”

“If it makes you feel better, he seemed pretty engaged in your conversation,” Emiko smiles, pulling Kiyomi’s hands from her face.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you two were talking about but he started losing interest in the game and just paying attention to you,” Chan adds.

“No way,” Kiyomi whispers as her face turns an even darker shade of red. “He’s so cool. Why would he care?”

“Cool? Ooooo, I think Kiyomi has a crush,” LeeKnow snickers.

“Do not!”

"Okay, okay, break it up," Chan interrupts through gritted teeth as he gives an embarrassed nod of apology towards the people who had taken notice of Kiyomi's and LeeKnow's bickering.

LeeKnow just laughs. “Denial is always the first stage in admitting you’re in loooveee."

“I don’t like Hyunjin that way,” Kiyomi argues. “Come on guys, I met him for the first time last night! I’m not Anna from Frozen.”

“Oh so you want to marry him now?” LeeKnow teases. “Spicy,” he smirks as Kiyomi gives him a glare.

“He is pretty handsome,” Emiko admits, wiggling her eyebrows at Kiyomi.

Fed up with their teasing, Kiyomi kicks Emiko under the table. “Ow,” Emiko winces as she rubs her leg, unable to stop the smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to think so,” Chan smiles, nudging Kiyomi.

Kiyomi groans. “Ohmygosh. I don’t like him that way. I don’t even know him for crying out loud,” Kiyomi defends but they weren’t having it.

Catching sight of the clock on the wall, Chan starts getting up. “Well, looks like we’ll have to continue this some other time. We better start heading out or else we won’t make it. It was nice bumping into you two.”

“Likewise,” Emiko says as Kiyomi turns away from them, arms crossed.

"You know we're just teasing right, Kiki?" Chan smiles as he ruffles her hair.

"Yah!" Kiyomi says as she pushes Chan's hand away, readjusting the messed up strands. "Whatever," she huffs.

"We love you," Chan singsongs as he begins to walk away.

LeeKnow looks between Chan and Kiyomi, a look of disgust painted across his features. "Um, he loves you. I don't," he says as Kiyomi turns around to give him a glare.

"Don't worry the feeling is mutual," she bites back.

"Aigoo, you're so cute when you're mad," LeeKnow coos as he pinches Kiyomi's cheek.

“Yah, we’re the same age! Stop treating me like a baby,” Kiyomi snaps as she tries to slap his hands away.

But LeeKnow is quick on his feet as he grabs his drink and runs off to meet Chan. “See you around losers,” he yells back, sending them a wave. "Especially you, love bug,” he adds, winking at Kiyomi as he pushes open the door. Kiyomi sticks out her tongue causing LeeKnow to chuckle.

As soon as the boys had left, Kiyomi looks over at Emiko, a gleam in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” Emiko glares.

Kiyomi pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear as she re-enacts Emiko’s interaction. “Hi Chan,” she mimics before bursting into laughter. Emiko refuses to look at Kiyomi as Kiyomi singsongs. “I think someone has a crush.”

“Shut up,” Emiko rolls her eyes. “Not as much as you do with Hyunjin.”

Kiyomi groans. “I already told you. I don’t know him yet.”

“Yet,” Emiko wiggles her eyebrows.

Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes. “Anyways, tell me how it all started? Tell me tell me,” Kiyomi urges.

Emiko chuckles. “You’re always so eager to know about other people’s love interests.”

“That’s because I’ve never been in love and I live vicariously through everyone else in the love department. Now tell me,” she smiles, shaking Emiko’s arm.

“Well,” Emiko smiles. “I guess it started a few months ago.”

“ A few months ago?” Kiyomi’s eyes widen.

“Well, that’s when I started noticing him more but I don’t think I was really sure of my feelings until a little bit ago,” Emiko says, fidgeting with the sleeve on her cup.

Kiyomi slowly nods as she processes Emiko’s words. “Were you guys always this obvious?”

Emiko laughs as she shakes her head. “Oh, Kiyomi. I mean we weren’t that obvious but I think LeeKnow, Changbin and Seungmin picked up on it pretty quickly.”

“Wait, does everyone already know about you two?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “And wait! Does that also mean you met 3racha before me?”

“No, no, not everyone, but I think most of the group has kind of caught on by now,” Emiko chuckles. “At least that’s what Chan thinks. And before you get all worked up, I only met 3racha before you cuz Chan told me to meet him at the studio so that we could go get dinner afterward.”

“You guys already went out on a date?!” Kiyomi holds her head in shock. “Am I really that oblivious? Why did I just start noticing you two now?” Her eyes move back and forth as she tries to jog her memory of any earlier recollections where Chan and Emiko had expressed an interest in one another.

“I mean,” a smirk tugs at Emiko’s lips. “You are pretty dense in the love department.”

Kiyomi scoffs. “Not true,” she takes another sip from her mug.

“Remember that guy from Chipotle?”

“Ohmygosh not this again,” Kiyomi groans as she covers her face. “How was I supposed to know that he was flirting? I thought he was just being nice!” she defends.

“Buying a $12 burrito meal for you is not being just nice,” Emiko laughs.

“Chan still doesn’t let me live that down. Don’t join forces with him too now that you’re crushing on him,” Kiyomi whines.

“I still can’t believe that went straight over your head,” Emiko covers her mouth as her head tilts back in laughter. “And to add the cherry on top you even offered to pay for the person’s meal behind you.”

“Don’t remind me. I really thought he was just doing a kind deed. What’s so wrong with assuming he was being friendly?” Kiyomi complains, knowing full well that she wasn’t helping her case.

Emiko leans forward, a gleam in her eyes as she looks at Kiyomi. “The fact that you didn’t catch on to the social cues when he was clearly trying to get your attention.”

Kiyomi can feel the heat rush to her cheeks as Emiko bursts out laughing again. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Emiko says, “I feel bad for the future guy you date. It’s gonna be years before you realize he was trying to flirt with you since day 1.”

“I refuse to let that happen. I’ve been waiting far too long. I’ll make sure when I find the one that they won’t have to wait any longer.”

“I sure hope so,” Emiko teases as she takes a sip. Her expression softens when she finds Kiyomi’s eyes. Kiyomi’s demeanor had changed completely as she was lost within her own mind, pondering over Emiko’s words. “Hey,” Emiko pulls Kiyomi out of her thoughts as Kiyomi looks over at her best friend. “Remember, you shouldn’t be looking for love. It’ll find you when the time is right.”

“That’s what everyone always says,” Kiyomi softly mutters, “but sometimes it’s hard to wait.”

“Waiting for love isn’t always easy.”

Kiyomi sighs. “There’s days I feel so lonely that looking at couples physically makes my heart ache and other days I’m so content with just being single.”

Emiko chuckles. “You should enjoy your 20s while you still can Kiki. You’ll have plenty of time to love the heck out of your future someone.”

Kiyomi dryly laughs. “Easier said since you’ve found a possible future someone. Besides, that's if someone can love me.”

“Kiki,” Emiko’s voice grows stern.

“Emi, let’s be real here for a moment. We all know I’m not that pretty to begin with and now with my face being half paralyzed and my deafness in my left ear, I mean, who would want that?”

“I would,” Emiko defends.

“That’s really sweet of you but you know what I mean Emi, it’s different. You’re my friend, practically my family, of course you’ll love me. It’s a little different when it involves a romantic interest.”

“Kiki,” Emiko reaches over and caresses Kiyomi’s hand. “I understand what you’re getting at but when you find the right person for you, I promise you that he will love you unconditionally. In fact, he’ll love you even more because of what you’ve been through.”

Kiyomi smiles weakly. “It’s just hard to believe that good guys like that still exist.”

“They’re out there, I promise,” Emiko softly smiles. “And I know you’ve shared in the past that you don’t always feel lovable but he will love you as you are. He’ll help you realize your worth and you’ll do the same. But…they can only meet you halfway.”

“This is exactly why I’m not in a relationship, let alone ready for one. I don’t see my worth and it's just hard to imagine that someone could love me for me.”

Emiko searches Kiyomi’s eyes, concern laced within her orbs. “Kiyomi, you are beautiful and you have so much worth. You have so much to give. I know I tell you this all the time but you really are more than your face. Your face doesn’t define the person you are, your soul does and your soul is the kindest one I’ve met.” When Kiyomi’s eyes fail to meet her own, she gives Kiyomi’s hands a tight squeeze. “You know I care for you and love you so much, right?”

“I know.” Kiyomi does her best to push away her lingering insecurities. “I love you too.”

Emiko gets up and slides into the booth next to her, embracing Kiyomi into a tight hug. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

“I’m sorry for bringing down the mood,” Kiyomi says into Emiko’s shoulder as her arms wrap tightly around Emiko’s waist. “Sometimes…I let my insecurities get the best of me.”

“You didn’t bring down the mood,” Emiko says into Kiyomi’s hair as she softly pats Kiyomi’s back. “You’ll find someone Kiyomi. I know you will. Until then, let’s work on reminding yourself how beautiful you are and how loved you are. Especially how much I love you.”

Kiyomi laughs as she pulls back. Looking at Emiko, she gently holds her hands. “I’m glad you’ve fallen for Chan. He’s a good guy,”

Emiko laughs, “Me too. But,” she taps the side of Kiyomi’s head, “remember nothing has quite happened yet so let’s not jump to any conclusions. We’re still getting to know each other.”

“I hope I can find a guy like Chan one day too,” Kiyomi looks down at her mug, a thin layer of foam coating the bottom.

“You’ll find someone even better.”

Kiyomi laughs. “Seeing the way he looked at you yesterday, Emiko. He has set my expectations high.”

Emiko’s cheeks turn a bright red as Kiyomi continues, “I can tell that Chan really likes you. He might even…love you. I’ve never seen him look at someone that way before. There was so much love in his gaze and I can see how much he cares about you. I want someone to look at me like that too.”

Emiko squeezes Kiyomi’s hand. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Kiki.”

“Of course,” Kiyomi smiles. “It’s beautiful and something that should be shared. You’re living proof of a love pre-bloom. Even though I’ve never been in love…I hope it’s like that.”

Emiko smiles. “I’ve never been in love either…but I think Chan might finally be the exception.”

Kiyomi and Emiko look at each other before breaking out into little squeals.

“I can’t believe my two best friends like each other!” Kiyomi shakes Emiko’s arms.

“I can’t believe Chan was looking at me like that last night and I was so nervous I didn’t even know!” Emiko squeals back.

“I’m excited for you both! You have my blessing,” Kiyomi winks. “Are you guys official yet?”

“No, we haven’t gotten that far. As I told you, we’re still in the beginning phase. We’re getting to know each other.”

“Good,” Kiyomi says. “I’d be upset if everyone else knew you were dating before I did.”

“Don’t worry,” Emiko pinches Kiyomi’s cheek. “You’ll be the first to know if that happens.”

“You mean when it happens,” Kiyomi teases.

“I don’t want to jinx it. I want to take it one day at a time. But yes,” Emiko shyly smiles. “I think I’m falling for him.”

“I’m happy for you Emi. Truly.”

“Thanks Kiki,” a warm smile spreads across her lips. “About what you were saying before, you can always come talk to me if you ever need anything at all. I’ll always be here for you.”

Kiyomi looks up into Emiko’s eyes, finding the same love and warmth she found in Chan’s. “I know. Thank you Emi.”

***

Saturday. 6:00 p.m.

Kiyomi opens her closet for the umpteenth time. She had thought that maybe if she kept opening and closing the doors, a cute outfit would magically appear for Hyunjin’s performance tonight.

“Kiki, are you getting ready?” Emiko asks as she peers her head through the door.

“I’m screwed,” Kiyomi pulls at her hair as she looks up at the ceiling exasperated. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Kiki, you always do this. You do have something to wear,” Emiko chuckles at her dramaticness. “It’s just finding the right attire to piece together.”

“No, I literally have nothing,” Kiyomi falls back onto her bed.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Emiko winks as she opens her closet. Searching through Kiyomi’s clothes, she explores her options. “Ooo this is cute!”

“What?” Kiyomi opens her eyes, squinting at Emiko from her bed.

Emiko pulls out a simple but elegant black dress from the back of her closet.

“No,” Kiyomi shuts her down as she bolts over to Emiko, trying to take the dress from her hands.

“What do you mean no? This is perfect!” Emiko twirls around.

“I’m not gonna wear my highschool dress to Hyunjin’s event,” Kiyomi says as she tries to grab the dress from Emiko once again.

“Why not?” Emiko avoids Kiyomi as she runs across the room.

“Firstly, it’s way too fancy for the event. Secondly, I don’t exactly have the best memories with that dress.”

Emiko’s mouth forms an o. “Is this what you wore when you were with the name who shall not be said?”

Kiyomi nods, before reaching out to take the dress again. Emiko lets her grab it. Kiyomi looks down at the black, silky fabric. A flood of memories flash through her mind of her highschool days with her ex. A time when she was still so young, still discovering who she was and still understanding what love was. Shaking her head she pushes away the thought of the last person she’d ever want to think about.

“Why don’t you make a new memory with it?” Emiko tilts her head.

“A new memory?”

Emiko nods. “Yeah, instead of keeping the memory of your sucky high school dance and people you’ve moved on from, you’ll remember the time we all went to see Hyunjin, LeeKnow and Felix dance. A dance where you’re with friends who actually care about you.”

“I-I don’t know,” Kiyomi plays with the ends of the dress.

“Why don’t you at least try it on and then we can make a decision?” Emiko pleads as she squeezes Kiyomi’s shoulders.

Kiyomi thinks it over in her head. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Emiko squeals as she pushes Kiyomi over to her floor sized mirror. “Okay, try it on and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Kiyomi nods as she watches Emiko leave the room. Looking at the dress laid out over her reflection, she can’t stop the mixed feelings sitting at the pit of her stomach. Could this event really be different?

***

“I love the black dress,” Seungmin comments as he embraces Kiyomi into a hug.

“Thanks,” Kiyomi shyly says as a smiling Jeongin side steps past Seungmin to give her a hug as well.

“It really suits you,” Jeongin’s eyes light up as he gives her outfit a full once over.

“Thank you Jeongin, you look quite dashing yourself.”

A wide smile spreads across his face. “Thanks! Hyunjin helped me pick it out before he had to leave with the other 형s (hyungs).”

Hyunjin. Kiyomi had been counting the days till she’d finally be able to see him perform again. Although, she’d never admit it to Emiko, LeeKnow and Chan. Now that the day had finally come, she didn’t know if she was ready to see his performance-side. According to what she’d heard from the boys, it seemed like Hyunjin became an entirely different person when he danced on stage. But more importantly, Kiyomi had also been counting the days till she’d have to possibly bring up what happened at Chan’s that night.

She had no idea if he even remembered, let alone if he wanted to talk about it. Kiyomi was so embarrassed, she didn’t know if she should immediately apologize or just pretend like it never happened. Her nerves were eating her alive. Shifting her weight between her legs, her fingers fidget with the 4 rings on her index and middle fingers.

“Let’s go to the entrance,” Seungmin signals with his head as he starts walking over. “Chan and the others should be waiting for us there.”

Happy to have a distraction, Kiyomi briskly follows behind, doing her best to push away her nerves and deal with them after the performance. Sure enough, as they approach the front door, Chan and his 3racha crew stand looking around the crowd for their two younger members. “형(hyung),” Seungmin calls out, grabbing all three of their attention.

Chan’s lips tug into a wide smile as he acknowledges them. Han waves excitedly from beside Chan. “Seungmin,” Han calls back.

“Wooow, who’s this handsome young man?” Changbin teases as he takes a good look at Jeongin’s outfit.

“Stop it 형(hyung), you’re drawing people’s attention,” Jeongin says through gritted teeth as he gets closer, flashing a group nearby a shy, apologetic smile.

Giving Jeongin’s shoulder a tight squeeze, Changbin just laughs. “It’s called confidence, Innie. Own it,” he winks and Jeongin just groans.

“I’m glad everyone made it,” Chan smiles as he gives Emiko and Kiyomi a hug hello. Changbin and Han follow suit as Han makes sure to flash Kiyomi a flirtatious smile. Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes as he gives her a quick hug. “Okay,” Chan says, “I have everyone’s tickets, so let’s go to our seats.” Everyone nods as they follow Chan inside.

After heading through security, Chan leads them to the front row. Changbin and Han head in first, followed by Jeongin and Seungmin before Chan and Emiko follow, Kiyomi sitting at the end of the row. “I can’t believe there are so many people,” Kiyomi whispers to Emiko as she looks around the room. It was practically full and there were still lines of people trickling in. Kiyomi hadn’t realized how popular the event would be.

“Yeah. Chan was telling me that this event is a pretty big deal. Apparently, not only is it a great opportunity for dance majors to practice their performance skills, but they also have a chance of possibly getting scouted out by companies.”

“Scouted by companies?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened.

Emiko nods. “Yeah. Chan was saying that last year there was a group that got recognized by one of the big three companies in Korea. They offered them a contract and they’ve been working with the company ever since. I think it was Blueprint Studios?”

“Blueprint Studios?!” Kiyomi covers her mouth. “If they got a contract with them…that’s a big deal. Damn, they must have been really good.”

“Yeah, the best of the best come here.”

Kiyomi lets Emiko’s words sink in. If it was the best of the best that meant that Chan’s group was pretty good and if Hyunjin was presenting his own choreographed piece, then his skills had to be on another level. Redirecting her attention back to the empty stage, Kiyomi’s eyes follow the floating stage lights gently swaying across the closed curtains. She focuses on the different colors to distract herself from the anticipation building inside her stomach.

She’d waited so long for this performance, so long to see Hyunjin dance the way he had in the studio. Would she see him dance the choreography he did that day or would it be something entirely different? Did LeeKnow and Felix move similarly to the way Hyunjin did or was their style completely different? Uniquely theirs? Questions kept popping inside Kiyomi’s head until she heard a voice from the overhead speakers inform everyone to take a seat. As everyone starts to settle down, Kiyomi finds herself sighing in relief, eager for the show to finally start. As the lights dim, Emiko leans over and whispers in Kiyomi’s ear, “Are you ready?”

“I’m so excited,” Kiyomi’s eyes light up as the curtains open and the first act steps forward.

Only a few minutes in and impressed is an understatement to how Kiyomi feels. The amount of control and confidence each dance group incorporates within their unique choreographies and styles leaves Kiyomi speechless. Every dance team on the register was representing the rest of their idol groups in the crowd and they talked big through their movements. Kiyomi could tell that everyone that walked on and off that stage knew they had something to offer and understood the importance of the event’s opportunities. Even as Stray Kids’ dance team–danceracha–walks onto the stage, Kiyomi finds it difficult to peel her eyes away from them.

The trio are dressed in hip streetwear paired with different styled air jordans color coded to their outfit. Despite the sweet, shy smiles plastered on their faces as they look out into the crowd, they walk with a confidence that feels like they own the stage. Getting into position, their expressions simultaneously darken as smoke filters out from the curtains and the music starts; the three of them dancing with a charisma that Kiyomi could only aspire to one day replicate.

The choreography danceracha worked on strongly showcased each member’s strengths and distinct styles of dance. As Hyunjin moves himself to the front of the trio, he gracefully flows through his movements, incorporating a mix of popping skills that demonstrate his precision and control over his body. As the music changes and LeeKnow takes front and center, his style and rhythm accentuate his movements and techniques, displaying his knowledge in hip hop, jazz and ballet.

When LeeKnow moves, he does so with a purpose, emphasizing specific movements to be bigger and more powerful while still connecting the choreo with an effortless ease. As the music transitions into the finale with a more upbeat, techno mix, Felix confidently steps to the front, expressing his own touch through powerful, quick and clean movements. He makes sure to showcase his flexibility, ending his part with an artistic kick and spin. Kiyomi watches in awe as the three men finish their choreo with a cool pose; the crowd around them going hysterical. Kiyomi smacks Emiko’s arm as she points to the stage, “Did you see that?! That was SO cool!” she practically yells so as to not be drowned out by the roaring cheers.

“Mad respect,” Emiko salutes the three of them as she continues to clap enthusiastically alongside Kiyomi. Kiyomi finds it difficult to shut her jaw as she just stares at her friends (and new friend) in awe. They were so talented and they performed like they were born to be on stage. The three break their serious facade again as they wave and blow kisses to the crowd. LeeKnow and Felix make sure to send a special wave towards Stray Kids, Emiko and Kiyomi as they walk by the edge of the stage. As Felix and LeeKnow split up to the opposite sides of the stage and bow to the audience below, Kiyomi realizes someone is missing. As her eyes scan around for Hyunjin, she manages to catch a quick glimpse of him disappearing behind the curtain.

“Where is Hyunjin going?” Kiyomi frowns as she looks at Emiko. Emiko holds back a laugh as she catches the pout forming on Kiyomi’s lips. However, before she can tease Kiyomi, the event’s speaker steps back onto the stage, cueing Felix and LeeKnow to quickly disappear behind the curtain.

“Now, we have Hyunjin from Stray Kids performing a piece he choreographed himself called empty,” the speaker spoke again. “A dancer already for three years, he worked really hard on this choreo, trying to express the intimate feelings of loneliness and longing. Without further ado, everybody please welcome Hwang Hyunjin,” the man says as he applauds, quickly stepping away from the limelight and back into the shadows of the side stage.

The crowd cheers as the lights dim once again. The men sitting beside Kiyomi and Emiko find themselves inching towards the edge of their seats as they eagerly wait for Hyunjin to take the stage.

It’s not until the blueish, white stage lights that were circling about the room come together and focus on a spot at the center of the stage that everyone’s eyes catch sight of Hyunjin. He’s breathtaking to say the least as he slowly walks forward, barefoot and dressed in all white. Billie Eillish’s “when the party's over” gently emits from the speakers above, filling the silence with an eerie feeling that sets the mood.

As Hyunjin begins to move, Kiyomi can’t stop her heart from clenching as she feels his pain through his expressions and movements; his dance an interlacement of intimacy and powerful techniques. Kiyomi had never felt so much emotion from a dancer before. Her eyes, along with everyone else’s, stay glued to Hyunjin’s figure as he gracefully moves about the stage, connecting each movement with such fluidity it sends chills down her spine. As Hyunjin falls to the ground, Kiyomi can’t shake the familiar feeling in her chest at his expressions and movements. It was almost as if she’d seen them once before.

As Hyunjin embraces himself, something clicks in Kiyomi’s brain.

Her memories flood back to the day her feet came to a stop in front of the studio as she had just watched Hyunjin in awe. As Hyunjin effortlessly does a backhand across the dance floor, Kiyomi feels the same feeling of pure admiration she felt the first time she saw him. She finds herself envying the way Hyunjin effortlessly draws everyone’s attention towards him as he gracefully moves about the stage.

Anyone could see the depth and thought Hyunjin had put into his performance. From the way his face expressed a conflicted pain and longing, to the way his movements felt free and then restricted. Even the spotlight emphasized and hid different parts of the choreo as he emerged into the light before retreating back into the shadows. As Hyunjin slowly steps out of reach of the spotlight and the venue echoes the song’s last note, the crowd erupts into cheers.

Hyunjin walks back to the front of the stage and takes a bow. Kiyomi stares at him in awe as the spotlight shines against his eyes, a bright smile adorning his lips. His face is practically glowing as he waves to the crowd, looking like a true performer. Hyunjin continues to shyly bow his head as he makes his way across the stage towards the curtain. As Kiyomi watches him leave, there is only one thought embedded in her mind.

There was no way she was joining Felix and Hyunjin for their next dance practice.

chp 6 chp 9 (will be coming in a month or so)

#stray kids #healing #love #hyunjin x reader #skz hyunjin #stray kids fluff #kintsugi #skz fluff #straykids #bang chan #leeknow #skz #han jisung #changbin #seungmin #jeongin #lee felix #skz friends

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skelly-words · 1 year ago

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bf!Choso headcanons

it’s midnight and but i don’t have class until 4 tomorrow so idc. i wrote this on my phone so it’s really low quality, mind the typos

nsfw at the end so NO MINORS

tw- there’s a cnc headcanon

Forehead kiss enthusiast, both giving or receiving. It’s such a simple and cute show of affection and also a comfortable form of PDA, so it’s kinda perfect.

He loves trying new things because there’s a lot he hasn’t experienced, so his favorite dates are aquariums, museums, art fairs, new restaurants or foods, etc.

He likes all animals, but wants a cat as a pet. They match his mellow energy and like napping and people watching too. Get this man a kitten to put in his hoodie pocket.

He likes dressing complimentary to you. It’s like being an accessory to your outfit, so he waits to see what you’ll wear for the day and then picks his outfit accordingly.

So obsessed with you, but in a quiet way. Just looking at you makes him feel so happy and full inside. Love is an amazing thing and you're showing him that experience for the first time.

His love language is probably quality time, so it's easy to keep him satisfied. I think he'd be really self-conscious about being clingy, so invite him everywhere so he knows that you want him around.

Doesn't talk much (I love a man who knows when to stfu), but he has small non-verbal cues that he uses as communication. Some of it is in his body language or mannerisms that you've picked up on. But over time you can almost know what he wants to say by just making eye contact.

His wallpaper is layered hearts of your eye color (the tik tok trend yk) even us kaka brown girls (monochrome is sexy). And I know he'd be so smitten if you did the same for him, but he'd never ask you to.

Ok y'all I got the nsfw ones too

We know he has a nasty, gross, hot hot breeding kink (it's practically canon atp). But he's also respectful. I'm gonna say Choso 100% gets a vasectomy pretty early into your relationship. (1) he thinks female contraception is sketchy. (2) he accommodates for his own kinks. Alright I think I'm done now.

He's big but doesn't know what to do with it. At least seven inches and his tip flushes to pretty purple when he's really hard.

Loves messy head, giving or receiving. A sloppy blow job could fix 99% of his problems. Lots of spit and moan with him; he’ll last five minutes, maybe.

If he’s giving oral though, it’s usually foreplay. He’ll let you cum, but he’s gonna fuck you too.

He prefers having sex in your room, nothing crazy. But aside from that, he likes to fuck on the couch. The husband material he’s made of gets horny after dinner and he gets handsy while you’re cuddling on the couch underneath a throw blanket. He bends you over the back if neither of you feel like waiting (it’s so you can’t put your face in the cushions)

Did I mention he likes when you’re loud? mostly because it’s hard to hear you over the filth coming out of his mouth if you’re too quiet.

Power dynamics don’t matter to him. He can be subby or dominant no matter what position you pick, and it just depends on the mood at the time. As long as he cums inside at the end, it doesn’t matter.

He’s into cnc, but in a “it’s hot that you trust him to know when you’re in the mood” way.

And he gives your clit a little kiss after. It’s an essential part of after care.

Okay and here’s some slightly ooc toxic ones if you’re into that (WARNING: idk what to warn for. cw- my weird shit?)

I don’t think he’d mind sharing you with his friends as long as they don’t touch your pussy. Ignoring canon obv, i think he’d be good friends with Sukuna (that’s a whole other thing), um, and Choso wouldn’t mind a three way or if his friend asked for some head while the three of you were hanging out. You’d have to be into it, bc that’s the part that gets him off. He likes that you love him so much you want to help his best friend out too.

So so manipulative when you’re angry. He just want you to stop being mad and will say whatever you want him to. He means it when he makes promises to you, but if that doesn’t work or you actually want to leave him then it’s just a game of what words you need to hear.

“Nobody else can understand how to love you, don’t you get that? This is it.”

“What do I have without you, baby? You’re my everything. You can’t just take everything away from me like this. Haven’t I been good enough to you to deserve better?”

Additionally he’s into cnc in a “you’re always in the mood if it’s for him” way.

He constantly has babies on the brain, family is the natural progression of love. He loves you and doesn’t understand what a big deal kids are. And he can take care of you and the baby anyway, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. Just let him get you pregnant 🙄

a/n- was this aight? idk what to write anymore and uni is killing me. it’s the first day of my thanksgiving break so i finished this 😭😭😭

#choso headcanons #choso smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso #jjk #jjk x reader

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toomanyfictionalboyfriends · 2 years ago

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Peter Parker (written with TASM in mind but could be any)

"would you love me if I was a worm" x Christmas time

"Pete?" You call for him as soon as you hear the door open.

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry I'm late, May needed me to get a few things." He apologizes, kicking out of his sneakers.

"S'okay bub. I picked out a movie, it's all queued up, I was just waiting for you to get here to make popcorn so it didn't get cold." You press a quick kiss to his cheek as he shrugs out of his coat, hanging it on the rack next to yours. It's such a simple action but the thought of having your own home with Peter one day where your coats permanently reside next to one another makes your heart swell.

"What movie?" He follows you into the kitchen, puttering around with his phone while you talk and make popcorn.

"Santa Clause. It's one of my all time favorite Christmas movies."

"Well I know that. I just thought we'd be watching something different since we watched it last week." His phone is left playing a tik tok on loop for a moment while he peppers your face with kisses.

"No we watched Fred Claus, it's not the same, Peter. This one is the one with Scott and Charlie. Santa falls off the roof and Scott puts on the suit? Scott's Santa because of the Santa Clause? Bernard the elf? We absolutely did not watch this last week. I will fight you on this one."

"I'll win."

"You think you're all big and bad cause you're Spiderman, well, newsflash, pretty boy. You wouldn't hurt me if your life depended on it." You deliver a peck to his nose before he defeatedly slumps at the counter again, scrolling to another tik tok. It's quiet besides the microwave and Peter's phone but soon enough that's paused.

"Princess?"

"Mh?"

"Would you love me if I was a wo-"

"No, Peter, I would not love you if you were a worm. Worms are gross and slimy and they wiggle too much. Besides, I'd never be able to kiss you, you could never hold me again. I'd just be lonely, you wouldn't be able to talk and I couldn't send you funny tik toks that make me think of you. Pete you being a worm is a lose lose situation. No I would not love you if you were a worm. I'm sorry." You shake your head.

"Have you thought about this?" He gasps in disbelief.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"Abso-fucking-loutely I would. I'd put you in a little Tupperware with some holes in the lid, and not a cheap one either, one of May's good Tupperware. I'd put in some wet dirt for you, cause worms like moist dirt, right? And some- whatever it is worms eat. I could start a compost on the balcony. I'll become a worm expert for you bub, I'll learn everything there is to know about worms so I can take care of you and love you." He also seems to have thought his answer through.

"Peter, you could never kiss me, or cuddle me."

"That's what the Tupperware is for, kissing and cuddling, bub."

"I'm not going to turn into a worm, thankfully, but here, your popcorn is done." You shove the bag into his chest.

"Are you mad?"

"You would be totally fine with me turning into a worm Peter, what do you think?" You plop down on the sofa, starting up the movie.

"I'd be fine with myself turning into a worm too, we could be little wormies in love, bubba." He nudges you excitedly.

"Shut up, neither of us are turning into worms, we need arms so we can hold each other and lips so we can kiss each other. Now watch the movie with me." You curl up against his side and give him a kiss, thanking whatever power exists that neither of you are worms.

#tasm peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x you #peter 3 #peter parker #fan fic #fanfiction #fics #peter parker x reader

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astroluvr · 3 years ago

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Dad Jack concept based on this tik tok but instead of the reader being part of the video it's Urban! So Urban is the godfather and he always brings her random gifts to open which she gets really excited about. The reader is at work and Jack facetimes her to show her their toddler's reaction but it fails 😭 (or he sends her the video whichever you think is better) Then after both Jack and Urban spoil her for the rest of the day to make it up because they feel bad especially because the laughed 💀

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“Jack, tell your friend that there is absolutely no room for whatever he’s bringing.” you said as Jack sat eating a bowl of cereal while you prepared for a day out.

“As if he cares.” Jack chuckled and you sighed. “I’ll make room if I have to. Don’t be upset.”

“No, not that. I just don’t know if I should entrust Sage into your and Urban’s care alone.”

“Sage listens to me.” he raised his eyebrows and you did the same.

“Of course, but when you and Urb get together, you act like children.”

“We have fun.”

“Most grown men have fun by bowling or watching sports, you two have fun by destroying people’s property.”

“That was one time! And it was actually your daughter who was flying the drone, so-”

“I’m staying home.” you stopped lacing your shoes and Jack laughed loudly before pulling you back into him. “Jack, I’m being serious.”

“I know, Y/N. I’ll be on my best behavior today. You look too pretty to stay in today.” he smiled, kissing your cheek despite your begrudging hum. “Actually, you do look a little too pretty.”

“Alright, alright.” you patted his chest and pulled away, the two of you giggling. “I’ll be back around four, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” he nodded, inhaling another spoonful of Cheerios before kissing you when you hovered over him. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.”

You grabbed your keys and purse before you could fully regret leaving her with Jack and Urban. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, if you didn’t Jack wouldn’t be a father and Urban wouldn’t be a godfather to your baby. It was neither of their faults that they were accident-prone to say the least.

Jack was alone for about ten minutes before Urban arrived. “Hey, Urb.”

“Hey, brother.” they did their handshake before Urban looked around for Sage. “Where’s my niece?”

“She’ll be awake in a little bit. Y/N just left and said we need to be on our best behavior.”

“Darn. I guess that means we aren’t doing the pole dancing lessons today.” Urban joked and Jack shook his head amusedly.

“What’s in the box, man? Is that for Sage?”

“You know it. I saw it and had to get it.”

“What is it?” Urban pulled out the tiny box from a bag and showed Jack. Jack smiled upon seeing the tiny children’s camera. “This is dope, man. She’s going to love it, thank you.”

Urban nodded in response and put it back in the small pink gift bag upon hearing Sage’s footsteps. She usually wasn’t too grumpy when her feet hit the floor because she always laid in bed before waking up. Urban grinned when her eyes got wider upon seeing him, she pretty much ran towards him onto the couch and tackled him a big hug.

“Hi, Uncle Urb.”

“Hey, Sage. Have you been up to no good like I taught you?” she looked over Jack who was nodding his head, but she ignored him.

“I’ve been good. I know ABCs now.”

“Woah.” Urban gasped, before turning his head to Jack. “You need to get her in MENSA or something, man.”

“We need to get her in her own bed now. Why’d you come in me and Mama’s room last night?” Jack held his arms out for the three year old and she landed in his lap.

“More space.” she shrugged and Jack shook his head amusedly before kissing her cheek. “Uncle Urb, is that for me?”

“You know it, shorty." he held out the pink bag and she sat between the two of them excitedly.

"Thank you! You're the bestest uncle ever!" she squealed and Urban laughed.

"I'm going to need video evidence of you saying that to your Uncle Clay, alright?"

"He'll kick both of your asses." Jack chuckled and Sage gasped.

"Mama said not to say bad words."

"Sorry, Sage." Jack sighed at her little attitude and she nodded.

"'s okay, Daddy. Can I open my gift now, please?"

"Sure." he nodded and Urban set the bag in her lap.

She pulled it out and looked at the box in confusion before gathering what it was. "A camera! Like yours, Uncle?"

"It's exactly like mine, but this one is yours. You can take pictures and videos of whatever you want." he explained softly, smiling happily.

"Thank you." she said again, kicking her feet excitedly. "Can you call and show Mama?"

"Of course." Jack nodded and Sage smiled excitedly.

Urban worked on getting the box of the camera open while Jack waited for you to connect to the call.

"Got it." Urban grunted, dropping the keys he used to open the box to the coffee table.

Sage gasped happily and squealed when he set it down in her lap. At the same time, you finally picked up the phone and Jack smirked.

"Damn, took you long enough."

"Why? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, it's just-"

"I got a new camera, Mommy!" Sage squealed, grabbing the phone from Jack's hands and grinning. You giggled and felt your heart melt at the smile plastered on her face.

"Did you? Who gave you that?"

"Uncle Urbie." she answered and you saw Urban lean into the frame.

"That was really sweet of you, Urb. Thank you."

"Doing what I do best." he shrugged before leaving Sage to explain the rest.

"What are you going to take pictures of, lovely?" you inquired and Sage hummed.

"Me, first." she decided finally, causing you to watch as she set Jack's phone up and turned on the camera.

Being the independent little girl she was, she brushed off Jack's hands that attempted to help her figure out the camera. You couldn't help but chuckle and Jack turned to look at your pixelated face.

"Your daughter gets that from you."

"She sure does." you responded with a bite of snark before Sage finally figured out the camera and turned it around.

"Wait, Sa-" Jack tried to prevent the flash from attacking her, especially given how close she had the camera, but it was no use.

A burst of flash made even Jack and Urban pull away and you to wince. The stifled laughter from Urban only made matters worse because when Jack saw he couldn't help but chuckle too.

"'s not funny!" she lisped irritably, making her grumpiest face.

"Sage, baby," you frowned on the other end of the camera as she rubbed her eyes while Jack moved the camera. "Are you alright?"

"No," she whined, picking up the phone and holding it close to her. "Come home and put Daddy in time out, Mama."

Urban laughed even louder at Jack's genuinely offended face at the matter and Sage whipped her head at Urban. "Sorry." he pursed his lips, but Sage's frown only deepened.

"And Uncle Urb, too. They're both laughing and it's not funny."

"You're right, sweetheart."

"We're sorry, Sage." Jack lifted Sage to his lap and kissed the baby fat on her cheeks that he wasn't ready to see go. "How about we hang up and get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream?" she squinted skeptically and you rolled your eyes.

Jack was an all or nothing type of parent and Urban was such a pushover for the little girl that there was no way your home wouldn't be rolled to the brim with toys upon your return. As grateful as you were for the two of them, it was hard to say you loved having to find room all the time.

"Yes, ice cream. And McDonald's too." Urban jumped in and Sage smiled to herself.

"We gotta go, Mama!" she said and you smiled on the other end.

"Okay, baby, be good."

"I will." she blew you a kiss and you copied the action before she abruptly ended the call.

"Alright, Sage. Let's find you something to wear today." Jack stood with his daughter hardly taller than his knees next to him.

Their height difference was always that much funnier since she gave Jack demands like she was the Goliath of the two. "No, Daddy, I will."

"You will what?"

"Pick my clothes." she informed him and Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Sage, already a little manipulator, rubbed her eyes and pouted.

"Okay, fine. Just do it quick, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy!" she rushed down the hallway and Jack sat next to Urban and made a face at his friend's smug face.

"What?"

"When you started dating Y/N, I thought you were whipped, but that's nothing compared to now. Where are your balls, brother?"

"Urban, you can't even come over without a gift."

"I'm Uncle Urb. It's cool when I do it, when you do it, it's sad."

Jack reached out and slapped the back of Urban's head. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to earn a middle finger.

No more than an hour later, the two men were out and following the young girl dressed to the nines in a ballerina tutu and bumble bee printed leggings and a pink top. It was an eyesore, but neither of them had the heart to tell her she didn't look like the prettiest ballerina bee.

"Can I have another scoop, please?" Sage held on to Jack's black cargo pants as he ordered the ice cream he promised.

"Baby, you already have strawberry and vanilla scoops. What other one do you want?"

"Mmm, this one." she tapped the glass and Jack sighed.

"I don't think you want pistachio."

"Chocolate." she decided after, the weird sound of the flavor throwing her for a loop.

"Three scoops of strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate, please." Jack told the cashier.

"Oh, and marshmallows!"

"And marshmallows, please." Jack added in defeat and Sage squealed when the ice cream cone was handed to her. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome."

It'd all be melted by the time she finished, but for now she was too occupied to care. Jack sat her down at a table and they watched Urban walk out of a store.

"Oh, no." Jack whispered to himself and Sage's eyes lit up.

"What's that?" she asked Urban who slid the bag over to her. She furrowed her eyebrows and pulled out a tutu similar to the one she wore in yellow. "It's so cute!"

"Now it goes with your outfit. Sort of." Urban said, smiling warmly as Sage wriggled out of her pink tutu and into the new one.

"Look, Daddy!"

"I see." he mocked astonishment and Sage stood on her tippy toes. "You look gorgeous. Come eat your ice cream."

"I'll take it with me."

"It'll melt." Jack warned her and Sage picked up the already dripping cone and took a lick before handing it back to Jack.

"I don't want anymore, Daddy. Can we go to the dolls?" she pointed to the big American Girl doll store in the plaza and Jack stared at his wallet before giving in.

Sage took the men around the plaza for at least three hours before they returned home. Jack couldn't remember the last time he spent so much money and Urban didn't even want to think about it.

When you arrived back home, Jack was sprawled on the couch with Sage asleep against his side with a brand new teddy bear clutched against his chest and Urban was knocked out on the opposite end.

"Thank God you're home." he moved away from the little girl as best he could to greet you at the door. "Baby, she's a shopaholic."

"Nobody says that anymore, J." you giggled and Jack made a shocked face.

"Nobody has needed to say it until you gave birth to Sage. I mean, me and Urban were out for hours. Y/N, she got us to buy lobster that she didn't even eat!"

"Why would you get her lobster?" you cringed and Jack shook his head in defeat before dropping his head to your shoulder. "Aw, what's the matter? She doesn't listen to you?"

"Hush." he pinched your butt, causing you to squeal and shove him away playfully. Jack smirked at you and sighed. "I don't mind spoiling her, I just don't know where she got it from."

"Well, you're so good to her mama, maybe that's it." you told him sweetly and a small blush crossed his face.

"I'd do anything for my girls." he cupped the back of your head and kissed your forehead before pulling you against his chest for a deeper kiss against your lips.

Right when a sound of pleasure escaped your lips, you and Jack pulled apart quickly at the sound of a door opening. You looked over Jack's shoulder to find a sleepy Sage and Urban.

"Where are you two going?" you asked, a hand still hanging over Jack's shoulder and gripping his hair softly.

"I forgot to get her fries." Urban sighed exasperatedly.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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house rules | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok didn’t expect that killing a spider would lead to one of the best fucks of his life.

— content and warnings; this is just filth… rough sex, hair pulling, fingering, dom!hoseok and sub!reader, established relationship, a lot of begging, overstimulation, creampie, cum eating, use of the words like “slut” and “cockslut”... all of this because a dumb ass arachinid

— words; 4.8k

Ever since you had moved in with Hoseok, taking your relationship to the next level, there had been some established house rules — or, rather, a task division that both sides could agree on. You washed the dishes, and Hoseok dried them. He washed and passed the clothes, and you cleaned (most) of the apartment, leaving him to the bathroom every time. Cooking was his choir for three days of the week, yours for the other three, and the seventh one would be takeout day. Saturdays and Sundays were for lazy afternoons and mid-day naps, and neither of you would work too hard to get things moving around the place. And, most importantly, if there was a bug, no matter what it was, Hoseok would have to drop everything that he was doing and go get rid of it.

You didn’t care how: kill it, place it gently on a nearby tree, whatever. You just wanted it gone, out of sight and out of mind. There was no way that you could sleep in the same room that you had seen a bug in, sometimes not even in the same apartment. After all, they can always move under the doors.

So, when you saw a spider dangerously close to your face, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that you lost your shit.

That night was particularly hot and you were already sweating like crazy by the time you finished doing your exercises for the day. With sore muscles, you dragged yourself all the way to your shower, only to groan in delight once the warm water hit your skin like the massage from an angel. Within ten minutes, you felt like a new person, and stepped out of the shower to dry yourself.

You had gotten the towel all the way up to your face, pressing the fuzzy fabric lightly against your skin, when you saw it: hanging from the ceiling with a frail trace of web, moving like a demonic stripper in thin air. A big, chunky, hairy spider, just a few inches from your nose.

With you, it was always a combo of seeing and reacting, no room to think anything through. The second you glimpsed at those eight devilish eyes, it’s little arms clenching around nothing, it was game over: you were already screaming bloody murder for Hoseok, throwing yourself over to the door and maniacally bolting out of the bathroom, towel forgotten somewhere on the cold floor.

“Hobi!!” You yelled, sounding like there was a serial killer sitting on your sink. “Spider! In the bathroom!”

You heard him before you saw him, his heavy steps drumming against the floor as he ran towards your shared bedroom.

“I got it, I got it!” Hoseok zoomed past you, the crumbs of something sticking at the bottom of his lip, and threw himself into the bathroom.

The door banged shut and the battle sounds resumed, with Hoseok stumbling to remove his shoe before the dangerous arachnid got the best of him.

Relieved, you sighed and ran one hand through your makeshift bun, allowing for your hair to fall over your shoulders (part of you thought that there were thousands of small spiders crawling all over your body, but you decided to ignore that). You were happy enough that the universe had at least allowed you to dry yourself before you had been so mercilessly attacked, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to throw yourself on your bed.

And there you laid, sprayed out on the mattress and trying to calm yourself down, looking up at the light on the ceiling as Hoseok comically screamed inside your bathroom. You giggled at the sound, sure that he was only doing that to make you relax, and the fear inside your chest gave way to a new sense of appreciation. Hoseok really was great.

The door opened with a dramatic movement, and there stood your savior, with a large smile on his face. “The dragon has been slayed, princess,” he said, turning off the bathroom light. “It’s dead and in the trash, if you want to look for yourself.”

“Lovely, offer, but I’ll pass.” You giggled, and sat up on the bed. “My knight in shining armor.”

Only, Hoseok wasn’t laughing back anymore.

One fun fact about your boyfriend was that he was kind of a pervert when it came to you (as all boyfriends should be, you thought). You, however, had found out one of his special interests about two months back, when you decided it would’ve been a good idea to try a Tik Tok trend on him, and walked in while he was watching TV with nothing but the clothes you were born with. That day, you learned that Hoseok didn’t respond “well” when it came to seeing you butt-naked on random occasions. “Well” as in, he went apeshit. It was like his mind short-circuited and his reptile brain took over, and all that he could think about was when and how hard he was going to fuck you.

That night, it wasn’t any different.

That night, as Hoseok looked down at your naked body like he could drill the soul out of you, watching the curvature of your breasts as you breathed, and the mounds of your thighs on the immaculate white sheets, you thought that maybe not all insects are worthless.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, frowning. You could see his brain trying to process everything that you were showing him, and the clear lust on his face was enough to have excitement running through your veins, shooting straight at your core. “If that isn’t a sight to behold.”

You smiled, leaning back on your hands, breasts fully exposed to him. “You flatter me.”

“I’m being honest.” He took a step towards the bed, and you felt your heart leaping out of your chest.

“I know you are.” You looked up at him as he stopped in front of the bed, in between your open legs. Hoseok stared at you like he was in a daze, but it was always like that: the calm before the storm. He would snap any second now, and you’d like to rush the process, if possible. “Thank you for saving me.”

He hummed, taking one of his hands to your cheek, thumb caressing the spot. “Can I get my reward now?”

You tilted your head to the side, leaning against his warm palm. “Who said anything about a reward?”

“I did,” he spoke without hesitation. His hand trailed down your face, his thumb now slightly separating your lips. “Besides, it’s a good deal. I’ll do all the work.”

You raised your eyebrows, interested. “Yeah?”

When you felt him pressing against your lip, you allowed for two of his fingers to slip inside your mouth, and you were quick to coat them with your saliva, sucking like you would his cock. Hoseok licked his own lips at the sight, sighing deeply. Anytime now.

“Yeah,” he answered, eyes hooded and glued to your mouth. Inside his pants, his cock twitched, aching to have you around it. “You have to forgive me, baby. You just took a shower.”

You blinked, humming as he removed his fingers from your mouth. “What about it?”

“Well, you see…” Hoseok lowered his body to your level, making you lean back so he could touch his lips against yours. He didn’t kiss you hard, though, in fact, it was all too controlled (too ephemeral) for your liking. “You just took a shower,” he repeated, “and I’m about to make you all dirty again.”

And there it was.

It was all too sudden for you to react, as it often was once he let his primitive side take hold. Within a second, Hoseok was curling his arm around your waist, manhandling you and throwing you up on the bed, towards the pillows. You barely had time to gasp in surprise before his mouth was attacking yours, harshly this time, his grunts coming out like a muffled melody against the sloppy, sensual kiss.

You whined against him as his hands grabbed your breasts and his tongue slipped inside your mouth, his knee coming between your legs to spread them out. When Hoseok leaned in, with his chest impossibly close to yours, he deepened the kiss and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your pussy, barely brushing your clit.

“Fuck, you’re too hot,” he cursed, breathing hard against your mouth. His hands hungrily grabbed your breasts one more time, making a whimper fall from your lips. Hoseok grunted at how your body reacted to him, always so ready. “Back to me, baby,” he commanded, leaning back so you could have more space.

You never needed any convincing in those times. Hastily, you did as he said and turned your body around, pressing your breasts against the bed, hands firmly placed against the pillows.

“That’s it, baby, perk that ass up.” His hands met the flesh of your butt, squeezing it tightly, and you once more did as he requested, curving up your spine so he could have a better view of your dripping heat. Hoseok groaned at the sight and it didn’t take long before you felt his middle finger trailing up your slit, barely brushing your entrance. “That’s my girl. Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you told him, biting back a sob when his digit came back between your folds, slowly entering you. “Yeah, Hobi, it’s all for you.”

Hypnotized by the movement of his finger inside you, your boyfriend could only moan in satisfaction as he felt your walls embracing him, just as tight and warm as he remembered it. Hoseok couldn’t wait to see you crying around his cock, being filled to the brim by his cum just the way he liked it.

“God, such a good little slut,” he commented, adding a second finger. Your back arched at the contact, eyes closing in bliss as a loud moan left you. “You’re this wet, uh? Soaking my fingers just thinking about my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, looking back at him. Hoseok was licking his lips, staring at your pussy as it took his fingers in with ease, spreading wide for them. He looked like the embodiment of sin, and you wished he could just fuck you for once and get that waiting done with. “I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.”

He hummed, especially liking the neediness in your tone. “I need to get you nice and ready first, baby,” he said, parting his digits slightly. He could put in a third one if he tried, but he wanted to feel you clenching around him, begging for more. “Your pussy looks so pretty like this. I can’t wait to fuck it.”

“God, yes,” you cried, closing your eyes at the thought. Hoseok was fingering you so well that you thought you could cum just like that if he continued on with it, even if you knew he wouldn’t allow you to. When he was in one of those moods, he would only let you cum if it was around his cock.

“You’re fucking dripping down my fingers, baby,” Hoseok said and you could tell by his deep tone that he just as excited as you, his cock angerly pressing against the fabric of his pants, begging for his attention. The sounds of you gushing around his hand was lewd, mingling with your whimpers as he continued to pound inside you, and he thought he could cum just by hearing that sweet symphony. “Such a mess.”

“Hobi, I won’t last long,” you warned in a high-pitched sob, thighs beginning to shake. Hoseok had started to notice that already from the way you were tightening around him, but he wanted to know if you would be a good girl and tell him yourself. “I’m so close.”

His movements did not stop. “Did I make you that horny?” He chuckled, loving every second of that. It was no news how much Hoseok liked seeing you like that: a submissive and blubbering mess, silently begging for your release as he tilted you over the edge once, twice, without ever letting it go. Some days were worse than others and, that night, he was too overwhelmed by his own need to tease you too much. “But we can’t have that, can we, baby?”

The air you sucked in seemed like it didn’t even reach your lungs — you were in a trance, breaths heavy and shallow, trying to keep your voice steady so you could speak to him. “N-no,” you managed to answer.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, fingers still pumping in and out of you, curving just at the right spot to make you gasp out his name. The pleasure in your stomach was building too fast, and you knew you wouldn’t last another minute if he kept that up. “And why is that?” He teased.

“Because-“ You whimpered. “Fuck, because I need to cum on your cock.”

He smiled, proud. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.”

Just as you were about to snap, Hoseok pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing as the pleasure slowly started to die out. With hazed eyes, you watched as he took his fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at the taste.

“Hmmm… So sweet,” he complimented, licking himself clean. Hoseok locked eyes with you. “Do you want my cock, baby?”

You wiggled your ass in the air, trying to make him move. “Yes, so much.”

Hoseok looked down at your dripping core, one of his hands flying to the back of his shirt and pulling it out with a swift tug. He threw it on the floor without care and your gaze snapped to his muscular figure, watching as his body tensed up at the sight of your wetness. You knew that he was holding himself back (he was always one to play with his food, after all), but you also knew that it wouldn’t last much longer.

Hoseok smirked. “Such a good little slut for me.” He undid his belt with ease, and pulled his pants down to his thighs, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the view of his cock: heavy and hard, already so red with need. The tip of it glistened under the cool bedroom lights, dripping with precum, which Hobi quickly used his thumb to spread across his slit as he started pumping himself.

He hissed at the contact. “You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, moving closer to you.

You nodded weakly, pressing your head down against the pillow and bracing yourself for him. Every part of you ached for that feeling of his fat dick inside you, filling you up with every strong pump. Part of you though that he would make you say it out loud, but he had other thoughts in mind.

You gasped when you felt his tip pressing against your entrance, but not going in. Your pussy clenched around nothing, body trembling with anticipation as Hoseok leaned forward and kissed the skin of your shoulder.

“I really wanna fuck you hard tonight, baby,” he almost whispered, his voice so hoarse that your stomach did a somersault. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, please,” you said, trying to press yourself back against his cock. Hoseok hummed, his strong hands avoiding your hips from going any further. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“Ah, that’s such a dangerous thing to say.” Hoseok kissed your shoulder one more time. His warmth was sticking to you like perfume, making your breath come out heavy, eager. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

A moan left you as you felt him pressing against you, just enough for his tip to slither in halfway, giving you a tease of that burn you loved so much, only so he could stop again. “Yes, Hobi, please,” you begged for what should’ve been the hundredth time that night, holding tightly to the sheets. You couldn’t even perk your ass up, with his weight on top of you, so you were left at his mercy, waiting for him to fuck you at last. “I always take it so well, you know that.”

He sighed, sliding in just a bit more. His crown passed through your opening, making your muscles throb around him, and he paused once more, with a moan perishing in his throat. “All of it?” He asked.

“Yes, fuck, everything,” you pleaded, voice mellow. You couldn’t take any more of his torture, your mind was a frenzy and the need you felt for him was like a chokehold, stopping you from breathing properly. “Just put it in, please.”

Hoseok chuckled, feeling particularly merciful that night. “Such a hungry little cockslut, baby.”

With one thrust, he filled you to the brim, making you take everything he had to give you. Hoseok watched, amazed, as you cried out at the feeling, your beautiful lips opening and closing as you grew used to his size, then he moved his gaze to your pussy, dripping down on his cock, fighting to accommodate him. He could look at that all day.

He hissed, biting on his lip. “So perfect,” he mumbled to himself and rocked his hips forward. You whined at the motion, toes curling as you closed your eyes, diving into the pace he was starting to set, getting faster and rougher with each thrust until your headboard was banging against the wall in a way that you knew your neighbors were going to complain about.

But, at that time, it didn’t matter. All that it mattered was his cock pounding into you in a way that made your legs shake and your cunt flutter around him, tears accumulating at the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming gush of pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you. Intoxicated by him, you started to throw your body back against his hard member, helplessly trying to make him sink further inside you.

“That’s it, baby, take it.” Hoseok grunted, picking up his pace as he drilled inside you. The entire bed was shaking, and your thoughts had turned into nothing. “You’re making such a mess on my cock,” he breathed out, “It’s so fucking pretty.”

A sob left you as you felt his thick member moving impossibly deep, his thrusts hard and merciless, and you pressed yourself down against the bed one more time, holding tightly to the sheets as if they could save you from his advances. In fact, the entirety of you was a wreck at that point, and you couldn’t speak coherently even if you tried, instead babbling on about how good his cock felt inside you, how full you were — and how much you wanted more.

“Hobi, please,” you cried out, unsure of what your next words would be.

And, as if he knew that, he said, “Please what, baby?”

You didn’t know where it had come from, but you couldn’t hold yourself back from saying, “I want it harder.”

Instead of responding you, you felt a tug on your hair, Hoseok’s hand yanking your head back as he kept fucking your pussy with every ounce of strength he had inside him. The sensation quickly morphed from pain to pleasure, and you cried out his name. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

You swallowed hard. “Harder, please,” you sobbed.

Another pull of your hair had you perking your ass up against him, making you lean on your elbows. “Can you take it?” He asked, voice hoarse. His chest was pressed against your back, and every syllable he spoke reverberated against your skin. “Can this pretty pussy take all that, uh?”

“Yes, fuck, Hoseok, please,” you moaned, eyes closing with the feeling of pleasure only growing inside you. Another powerless movement of your hips, changing the angle just slightly, and you got him hitting your sweet spot over and over. “Fuck, yeah, right there, fuck-“

Hoseok groaned and let go of your hair, allowing for you to collapse back against the mattress. He, instead, placed his hand on your upper back and pressed your body down against the bed, fingers curling around your shoulder to support him, pulling your body down against his cock as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt with even more force.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” you moaned out, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. Everything was shaking: you, the bed, the world around you two. Every slap of his hips against yours was both hell and heaven, his cock hitting so hard and deep inside you that got you seeing stars. You loved the way he filled you up, like he was meant to be there.

“That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, leaning back and placing his hands back on your hips, using it to push you back against his throbbing dick. “That’s my girl, fuck. Taking it like a good slut.”

Trembling, you looked back just to see Hoseok with his head thrown back, moaning out as he continued to fuck you senseless. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung open, sweaty strands of hair falling over his furrowed brows and glistening under the bedroom light. He looked so fucking hot that you felt yourself clenching around his cock, whimpering at the lustful sight, and a new wave of euphoria hit you all at once, making you throw yourself forward.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. He was everything you could feel and think about, the sound of your wetness was like music to your ears. The world was too hot. “You’re gonna cum?”

“Yeah,” you whimpered, too drunk on his cock to even think straight. Hoseok could recognize that mewl in your voice anywhere, and he knew that you were really hanging by a thread. “God, it feels so good, Hobi.”

Hoseok leaned back in, and his hand was fast to grab another chunk of your hair and pull on it, making you crash up against his chest. You cried out both because of the tingle in your scalp, and because of the new angle of his thrusts, which helped him hit that special place all over again, making you see stars.

He placed his head on the crook of your neck, his voice hot and heavy with hunger as he spoke, “Cum on this fat cock, baby,” he groaned, his hips snapping hard against your pussy. “Make a mess on it, come on. I wanna see it.”

That was all that you needed to tilt you over the edge and you came around his cock with high-pitched yelps and the glorious call of his name. Hoseok cursed at the feeling of your cunt throbbing around his cock, your thighs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You tightened so much around him that his body jolted backwards, a gasp leaving him as he let go of your hair, that hand instead coming down to grope your ass. “That’s it, baby,” he said, watching as your wetness dripped down his cock, coating him so well. He could look at that all day, just following as you gushed around him so deliciously. “Oh, this is so fucking good.”

You could tell by the grogginess of his tone (and the increase in force of his hands around your hips) that he wasn’t far from his own high at that point. A weak, sensible whimper left you as you felt his dick throb inside you, the pleasure already shifting to a vague pain.

“Hobi, it’s too much,” you said, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Almost there,” he groaned, licking his lips. “Take it just a bit more for me, baby.”

And you would, just like you had done countless times before, because when Hoseok asked all that you could do was to accept it. Even with your cunt already sensitive and your body trembling, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to use you so he could fuck himself through an orgasm, spilling himself inside you until you were completely full of him.

That, you noticed, wouldn’t be long. With a loud, drawn-our moan and a throb of his cock inside you, his thrusts started to get more sloppy, impossibly faster, as he tried to reach his own climax.

“Can I cum inside you, baby?” Hoseok asked through clenched teeth, his voice breathless and drowning in lust. The ringing in your ears — courtesy of your orgasm — almost didn’t let you hear him. “Uh? Can I make a mess in this pretty little cunt?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you whimpered. The sensitivity was too much, but you loved it, and the idea of having his cum spilling inside you made a new wave of pleasure rock through your belly. “I want you to fill me up, Hobi.”

His breath hitched when you pulsated around him. “Good girl,” he praised. You loved when he called you that, it made you all warm and fuzzy. “Still so tight and wet for this cock, fuck.”

You bit down on your lip, eyes fluttering shut at his words, and the increasing force of his thrusts. “It’s all yours, Hobi.” You sighed, inebriated on the feeling of him. “Just cum inside me, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

And that (such a delicate, needy request from you) was all that he needed. Hoseok moaned and cursed as his hot cum overflowed inside you, the feeling being filled up making your walls clench around his cock, milking away the last drops of his seed as he continued to rock himself in and out of you. The obscene sounds of his cock fucking you through his orgasm, making his cum spill out was all that filled your thoughts for a moment, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of it dripping down your legs.

Hoseok winced after the last drop had fallen from his slit, his body thrusting forward one last time. “Fuck,” he said shakily, stopping his movements and closing his eyes in endless bliss. “I love your pussy so fucking much.”

There were no words in your head and you didn’t even know how to respond anymore. Instead, you whined as you felt him slip out, another wave of wetness pooling between your folds as his cum spilled out of you. Hoseok’s hands, however, were quick to curl around your thighs, keeping you in place as he dove back in. You were taken off guard, and a muffled sob came from your throat before you could control yourself.

“Hobi, wait!” You said, unsure of where you were going with that request. A loud, frustrated cry dripped from your mouth as Hoseok traced his tongue up your slit, cleaning his own cum out of you, swallowing everything as he groaned in delight. The sensation of his mouth was a lot to take in and you could feel your whole body start to shake. “God, stop, it’s too much.”

He hummed and, with a last lick against your entrance, he moved away from your cunt. “Sorry, baby,” Hoseok said, sounding everything but regretful. “You know I fucking love when you take my cum.”

You nodded, watching as Hoseok collapsed dramatically next to you, making the bed bounce with his weight. You took your chance to lower your body, hugging the pillows against your cheek when your legs finally gave out beneath you.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out. “We should do this more often.”

You giggled, turning on your side to see him better. There was a delicious ache between your thighs, and the afterglow of your orgasm had made you all weak. “All of this because of a fucking spider,” you joked, a bit drownsy.

Hoseok sprawled one hand against his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment. His breath was still heavy and shallow as he spoke, “Don’t hate me for this, but I kinda want more spiders around the house now.”

You giggled. “Right after my shower too,” you complained, wiggling your tired body over the sheets so you could move a bit closer to him. “I’m all sweaty now.”

He opened his eyes and found yours. Hoseok knew you very well, so he caught your drift instantly. “You know… if you’re going to take another shower, there could be more spiders in there.” He pointed towards the bathroom. “It could be very dangerous.”

You hummed, the ghost of a smirk already crawling up your lips. “Maybe you could join me? Just to protect me, of course.”

Hoseok smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Those are the house rules.”

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anauro · 3 years ago

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hey you watch stranger things?? what are your thoughts???? how did you like this new season so far? thoughts on potential byler? max? vecna?? (omg sdjfgh im sorry for being so obsessive)

also, this is a bit weird, but do you associate any of the stranger things characters with the marauders? e.g. steve harrington is a james potter variant, but are there any others you can see? personally, i reckon robin radiates sirius black vibes... thoughts?

Hi possum babe 💖

I am very intrigued by the new season, but I think I preferred season 3.

Like, I found a lot of it predictable so far, although I don’t know how exactly they plan to tie, what, four or five different story lines together and I’m very excited for that. I’m also not the greatest fan of the Russian gulags storyline, because I got traumatized as a Polish teenager by being forced to read about some Polish dude surviving these camps and what he described was much worse than what the show has showed us.

But I love Max and I love the new Robin x Nancy friendship! Also Argyle, the comic relief so desperately needed and Murray “my fingers are arrows” ❤️

Also the finale battle between El and Vecna will be epic, I can just see it 🤤❤️‍🔥

When you say Byler, you mean Will x Mike? I’ve seen it on tik tok and the that scene where El says Will has been acting different and doing the drawing happened and yeah, kid is fruityyyy. I’m not sure if Mike will reciprocate, but then he hasn’t been saying love to El for a while, so maybe he has a sexuality crisis of sorts too? Would be interesting to see how this pans out.

Also honorary shout out to Suzie for, as always, saving the day and also the “Never ending story” scene is my absolute fave 💖💖💖. Not even the singing, but everyone’s reaction as they’re trying to save the World, but instead they have to listen to two kids being cute and in love 🥰

And YES, Marauders!!! I can’t watch anything or read anything without associating it with Marauders. So here are my thoughts:

Steve Harrington is James Potter confirmed, no arguing there whatsoever. He’s hot, he’s popular with chicks, he’s the ally and the babysitter friend. I have a feeling someone will die in the series and I really, really hope it’s not him.

Robin to me has Marlene vibes, but this could be just me loving Marlene a lot. But Steve and Robin “platonic with capital P” is just James and Marlene.

And….

That makes Nancy Wheeler Lily! And look, it would work perfectly cause her and Steve dated and, I know they will likely get together again, but Robin x Nancy would be an amazing ship imo. I know Lily x Mary is the popular ship, but I have to be edgy and I prefer Lily x Marlene or Mary x Marlene. Nancy x Robin works beautifully for me, although I know it won’t happen.

Dustin is Peter. I like the idea of Peter not being the idiot friend and also the way Dustin worships Steve, but also constantly mocks him is how I imagine (dass) James’ and Peter’s friendship.

Max has strong Regulus vibes with how closed off she is, but actually very vulnerable on the inside. Also, she outran Vecna and it’s a total Regulus parallel.

I think look wise, Eddie reminds me of Sirius and although I don’t love Sirius, I don’t think he’d be a coward. But the hair and the clothing is 💯 Sirius. Also that conversation between Eddie and Steve about Nancy, would totally be Sirius and James about Lily 🥰

As for the rest of the characters…. I’m not really sure tbh.

I guess Eleven gives off Regulus vibes too and Will reminds me of Remus, but neither is my favourite character and I think their involvement in season 4 has been quite minimal so far tbh. I guess El could be Sirius too.

Dr Brenner is a total Dumbledore tho. And I hate him sooo much.

#roc answers #australian possum tag #stranger things 4 #stranger things as marauders #marauders headcanons #Steve Harrington as James Potter #Robin Buckley as Marlene McKinnon #Nancy wheeler as Lily evans

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stansupremacy · 4 years ago

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PRANK WAR | CHRIS EVANS ONE SHOT (PART 1)

[NOTE] English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes. The requests for one shots are open. So don't be shy and ask me for some one.

Tik tok keeps recommending prank videos to me, so I came up with this short (which ended up being too long) one shot.

The likes, rebblogs and comments are welcome, I hope you enjoyed!

Love, B. 💕

The quarantine sucked, staying locked up was a hard blow, you had always been a very active person who enjoyed the outdoors and the outdoors. Unfortunately for a while the only exterior you had seen was the backyard of Chris's house.

You had your apartment in Los Angeles but you had decided to past the quarantine with Chris and Dodger in Massachusetts. It was a decision that you don't regret, if you had to spend the confinement alone in your apartment it would probably have affected your mental health very strongly.

Here, you had company and a routine that you and Chris had comfortably adapted to. They would get up around six, do a little gymnastics, shower together, breakfast, take Dodger out in the backyard. After that each one would choose a part of the house to work with. Chris was taking care of his interviews and answering emails, you would work on a new article for your digital magazine. Around noon, you would take a break from your work to cook, Chris would join you for lunch together. After that they would resume their duties. You would vacate a while before Chris, time you would spend playing with Dodger and catching up with the social medias. At around five, Chris would get rid of work, they would make video calls with their families to find out how they were. At night your boyfriend would be in charge of the kitchen while you answered some emails and checked with your best friend -and editor- the publication from your magazine the next day.

After dinner, they would play a board game together. They would resume the series they were watching curled up in the couch, with Dodger lying at their feet. After two or three chapters they would decide it was time to go to sleep. The next day, the routine was repeated.

It was a good routine, you weren't going to deny it. But boring ... Boring as hell. Chris thought the same. So the two started an innocent little prank contest to pass the time. It started off with soft jokes, Chris would hide in the corners and jump to scare you when you pass. You would fool him by getting him to chew an oreo with filling tooth paste. Then he would put talcum powder in your hair dryer, in response while he was in the shower you would throw him a packet of flour.

So what started as an innocent contest ended up turning into a war, a war that neither of them was willing to lose.

"Baby?"

Hearing Chris's voice, you stepped out of the shower for a few seconds to make sure the door is closed. You weren't going to risk him coming in and playing a prank on you. Seeing the safe stall, you went back into the shower so you could finish bathing.

"What do you want?" You screamed in response, Chris's laughter reached your ears alerting you that he had approached, the doorknob moved. "It's closed, you can't go in"

"Why? I can't join you?" He asked amused

"No, I don't trust you!"

"That hurts honey!"

"Bite me!"

Shutting off the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and one over your hair. Watching yourself in the mirror, you started your day routine. Creams and skin treatments. You dried your hair - but not before making sure that it is talc-free - brushed your teeth and left in the direction of the bedroom.

"What did you do?" You asked accusingly when you saw Chris laying on the bed with a shit-eating smile.

"Nothing doll, relax."

You narrowed your eyes before taking off the previously selected clothes that you had left on the bed to start changing. Without losing sight of Chris, you knew he was up to something.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He smiled hinting at what you had dropped the towel in front of him.

"I'm trying to figure out what you've done" You refute by buttoning your bra.

Your boyfriend laughed getting up from the bed, walked over to you and placed a short kiss on your lips. "Nothing babe. I'm going to make breakfast."

Even though he had left the room, you still couldn't trust him, you knew him very well and you knew he was up to something.

"He'll probably put something in my breakfast right?" You mumbled looking at Dodger, your furry son wagging his tail in agreement.

You finished changing and decided to go down with Dodger following you. As you approach the kitchen, cautiously look around every corner expecting to see Chris jump to scare you, but nothing.

In the kitchen, Chris was waiting for you for breakfast. A funny smile on his lips when he saw how paranoid you were. You took a seat across from him, observing everything. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the sugar had not been exchanged for salt. Everything tasted good. Everything was fine except Chris's smile.

That damn smile was driving you crazy!

You scratched your arm, the war had escalated levels so you were frustrated not knowing where the enemy would attack.

"Baby I promise I didn't put anything in your breakfast, eat," your boyfriend insisted, you sighed coming to the conclusion that maybe you were just paranoid. You scratched your annoying neck, and twisting your arm you took a toast and brought it to your mouth.

You looked at him confused, Chris was the most competitive person you knew when it came to winning games, they were at war! How could it be that I haven't done anything?

"Baby, are you okay?" He asked seeing you stir uncomfortably in your seat.

"Yes, just confused"

"Oh yeah? And that's why?" Chris asked jokingly.

"Because I know you" You moaned stressed as you felt the itch again on your back and neck. "For God's sake just play the joke now, if I don't find out soon, I'm going to get stress hives"

Unable to contain himself anymore, Chris laughed, clutching his stomach. You looked at him confused without understanding, you scratched your arms repeatedly. Your boyfriend took out a package and put it in front of you.

itching powder

"You wouldn't dare ..." You waited, stunned, unable to believe what he had done.

"Oh honey, what do you mean?" He laughed loudly again when he saw your face of horror. "Put itching powder on your clothes while you were taking a shower? Hmm, let me think about it, I did!" His index finger drew a one in the air as he exclaimed proudly; One more point for Chris, Y / n zero! "

"Is this all you have? It's weak. That is bush league!" You exclaimed standing up.

"Admit I'm the winner and I'll stop baby" he proposes funny seeing how you kept scratching all over the place.

"Oh you little mother fucker, you may have won this battle but not the war! Chris Evans remembers that you started this!" You warned before you ran upstairs to get rid of the itchy powder.

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azucanela · 5 years ago

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FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO SHINSOU HITOSHI]

SUMMARY: Your first date with a few some of the first year boys[Bakugo Katuski, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto].

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: kissing, pretty pg, wholesome, perhaps slightly ooc oops, bad writing, just a tad of spice

A/N: someone send tik tok related requests they make me laugh

BAKUGO KATSUKI

when he asks you out on a date for the first time hes not actually asking

comes up to you and tells you, “get dressed im taking you out.”

you are just there talking to mina and kirishima in your pjs like ???

“with your quirk?” like you dead thought he was telling you he intended to kill you

“no idiot...” now he’s embarrassed oh no

mina and kirishima are like 👀👀

“on a date?” they’re really trying to help him get his point across bc playing matchmaker is fun

“SHUT UP EXTRAS”

probably takes you to like some sort of outdoor thing on the first date

has to to involve movement

stroll through the park, or through like a mall if you don’t like more athletic experiences

take him on a date to a trampoline park. do it.

COOKS FOR YOU ON THE FIRST DATE!!!!!!!!

ITS AMAZING

YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED

is quieter during a date rather than his normal explosive self, he wants to listen to you, get to know you better

won’t kiss on the first date unless there’s a pre established friendship

your next date happens the same way, just tells you that you guys are going out, but you get it this time

lets you choose where you guys go that time

wants equal contribution to dates

katsuki in street clothes is just beautiful, just ART, a masterpiece, he looks like a grumpy piece of ART

Katuski had just asked Y/N on a date, completely out of nowhere. Katsuki had asked Y/N on a date. It was difficult to believe, and considering his loud tone, the rest of Class 1-A also found it shocking, the student who claimed to have all his focus on becoming the number one pro-hero was now seeking a relationship. Ironic.

Though Y/N herself initially didn’t understand what he had been trying to say, she quickly got the message, and off they went. She was necessarily shocked by his feelings for her, they had discussed it in the dead of night, when she couldn’t sleep so he decided to forgo his normal grandpa sleep schedule. He fell asleep shortly after that conversation though, in her arms, he’d likely deny it if she ever mentioned it though.

Now, she sat on the counter in his parent’s kitchen, though neither of them were home, and the kitchen looked mostly unused. Y/N had tried to assist him but he’d brushed her off, “I asked you out. And you’re a horrible cook.”

Y/N hopped off the counter and came up behind him, “whatever.” She mumbled, half expecting Katsuki to shove her away as she wrapped her arms around his torso as he sliced vegetables. He didn’t, though he did freeze momentarily before grumbling something about how dumb she was, Y/N knew he didn’t mean it based off the blush on his cheeks.

Katsuki placed the vegetables into a pot of boiling water, covering it with a lid before tapping Y/N’s hand, signaling for her to let go. When she did, he turned around, and Y/N’s brow was raised. “C’mere.” He pulled her closer with one hand, and placed another on the back of her necks, bringing their lips together.

She hummed in response, hand tangling into his hair, this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. But it was the first time they’d gone on a date, he’d been sure to hide the dining room from her on the way inside, and she couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside her.

Y/N’s free hand found it’s way to his bicep, nails digging into his soft skin, courtesy of his quirk. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s hand found its way to the curve of her back, pushing her body closer to his only for Y/N to pull away, “pay attention while you are cooking.”

Turning to look at the pot, he’d realized that it was boiling far too much for comfort and cursed, releasing Y/N to salvage his food, she began to laugh. Katuski glared at her as he turned off the stove and put the put the vegetables into a nearby plate.

With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss onto his cheek, only for him to roll his eyes as he picked up the plate and moved out of the kitchen, Y/N trailing close behind as he headed to the dining room. “Can I see now?” She asked.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded, and together they entered the dining room. It was a basic set up for a date, but it certainly set an intimate atmosphere that was rare when you lived in a dorm with several other students, and Mineta. There were candles lighting the room, and a rose in the center of the table, along with more food that he had already placed on the table.

Grinning at him, Y/N spoke, “god you are such a sap.”

His cheeks flushed as he responded, “shut up.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

lol cutie, he asks you out on a date, you two are probably close friends and he just really likes your personality and attitude and stuff

“you don’t have to- well you know that but-”

“no, i’ll go out with you.”

“it’s fine i understand- wait what?”

did not think he’d get this far so he had no plans, he was expecting to plan a funeral for your friendship

ends up being the basic movie and food date

he picks a horror movie because he wants to protect you!!!

it makes him feel useful and bb needs validation

hold his hand during the movie

give him AFFECTION

you guys end up skipping dinner because you filled up on popcorn and other snacks during the movie so y’all just walk around

gives you his j a c k e t if its cold

he’s classy like that

unlike other people, he would kiss you on the first date

it would be an AMAZING experience that probably occurs at your front door, super adorable, he asks if he can kiss you

“can i kiss you?” fully expects you to say no

“yeah you can.”

“its fine, thanks for going out with me- wait what?”

same vibes as asking you out, did NOT expect this

walks you home because he is a GENTLEMAN change my mind, Shinsou brought back chivalry 2020

treats you RIGHT!!! the entire date, opens doors for you, pulls out your chair if necessary, pays for you unless you try to split the check but he might propose if you do that and pay for you regardless

When Shinsou asked Y/N out, he genuinely expected her to say no. His plans for the date included a funeral for himself and the friendship between the two of them. But, Shinsou was an honest guy and wanted to confess his feelings to her, secrets were a rarity between them, and this was no exception. They’d known each other for a while and his feelings weren’t something he could make disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

The last thing he expected was for her to agree to go out with him.

She was still clinging onto his arm rather harshly as they exited the movie theater, having seen a horror movie, she exclaims, “I am never letting you pick the movie again.”

Shinsou can’t help it when his heart skips a beat at her comment, looking over to her as he smirks, “again? So there will be a next time?” He asked, hoping that he hadn’t misunderstood.

Her cheeks warm, even though he asked her out, and Y/N looks away, “yes, if you want.” She mumbled, loosening her grip on his arm as they stepped outside. Cool air hits her, and Y/N can’t help the shiver that goes down her spine at the sudden cold.

“I asked you out, of course I want a second date.” He replied, taking his arm from her grasp to remove his jacket, which he puts around her shoulders. “You still want dinner?”

Y/N hums, taking his hand in hers and grinning as his cheeks turn red, “I’m not really hungry after all the snacks we had.” She replied, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “Let’s just walk.”

They walked throughout the small shopping center, speaking with each other in regards to a variety of topics before beginning the walk home, when it started to rain. Thankfully, they were nearby Y/N’s home, and the laughs that consumed them as they ran didn’t stop as they ran up under the roof of Y/N’s porch. Shinsou’s hair was now matted onto his head thanks to the rain, their clothes soaked.

Looking up at him, Y/N let another laugh escape her, “I like your hair.” She teased, bringing a hand up to ruffle it, though it had little effect.

Shinsou playfully glared at her, “yeah, yeah.” A smile found its way onto his face as he looked at her, the rain still hammering down on the roof, he found himself not wanting to let go of her hand as he asked, “can I kiss you? You don’t need-” He began to ramble, and Y/N was reminded of when he first asked her out as she watched him.

Y/N’s hand released his and she grabbed his face, bringing his lips to hers, effectively silencing him as his hands fell onto her hips. They broke apart momentarily, only for Y/N’s arms to circle around his neck and pull him closer for yet another kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He mumbled as they pulled apart.

Tilting her head, Y/N smirked, “you’re cute.” Shinsou ducked his head to hide the pink in his cheeks at this comment. “Be here next Saturday around 2 in the afternoon. This time I pick the movie.”

Looking back up, he raised a brow. “I happened to enjoy the movie, particularly the parts when you-”

“I don’t have to agree to a second date.” Y/N threatened as she playfully slapped his shoulder before heading to her front door, looking back at him as she walked.

Shinsou hummed, eyes meeting hers as he grabbed her hand and yanked her back. “I think I liked the way you shut me up the first time around better.” He presses a gentle kiss to her lips before releasing her hand so that she can head inside.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS BOY

you probably don’t know its a date he’s like “so how was the date”

and you there like “im sorry how was the WHAT?”

asks his siblings for help because he’s clueless, also asks izuku and maybe even bakugo during their remedial course, though camie is 10x more helpful

this is because shoto always spends all of his father’s money on you

while you two are just best friends, he’ll see you look at something and then he’ll just buy it

you guys already act like a couple. like stfu we get it, you have Class 1-A’s resident pretty boy wrapped around your finger jeez no need to brag

it because he’s in love with you already but he doesn’t know that its not his fault he is oblivious to his own emotions

this just amplifies on a date

tries to take you to a ridiculously fancy restaurant and you’re like???

settles for a cafe

you get lost in the convo and forget to actually drink your drink so he just reheats it or makes it nice and cool again ya know

super useful bb

give him validation

listens to you super intently

intellectual conversations EVERYWHERE he is literally so fun to talk to like discuss any and everything with him

First date at a cafe, he’s rich, he stole his dad’s credit card, and he happens to love trying new things since he was sheltered as a child so he will buy EVERY S I N G L E DRINK for you two to try them all together

50/50 chance he kisses you on the first date

100% chance a kiss happens if you initiate it

he walks you home, and depending on if you are feeling hot or cold, you’ll stand by his side, preferably away from the road because shoto is a gentleman who gets hit by cars for his partner

When Izuku had suggested that Shoto take Y/N out on a date to help confess his feelings for her, he figured it would be a good idea. Except, he forgot the part where he asked her on the date.

Oops.

This didn’t really dawn on him as she led him away from the fancy restaurant he had tried to convince her to enter, “we both know that neither of us would understand a thing on the menu because it’s probably all in french.” Though she had dressed for the occasion, and so had he. “Why do you even want to eat there?” Y/N asked, her hand still holding his as she dragged him along the side walk.

She knew very well how much he disliked such places. They reminded him of all the high end restaraunts he had been forced to go to as a child. And since his father was an infamous pro hero, and Shoto himself was one of the more popular Class 1-A students, it wasn’t uncommon for reporters to frequent areas he was seen in. Carrying their cameras as they tried to get a story about him or his father. He’d told Y/N numerous times how much he disliked the attention, which is why he avoided certain areas of the city.

Shoto stared at their joined hands, that feeling of joy bubbling in his chest, “my understanding is that you take people to a nice restaurant for a date.” Came his response.

Y/N stopped walking, though Shoto didn’t, causing him to run into her and nearly trip her had he not grabbed waist to keep her from falling. “This is a date?” She asked, hands clinging to his arms as she tried to maintain balance. He’d been acting different, so Y/N felt as though she shouldn’t be shocked, but the fact that Shoto liked her?

He said nothing, releasing her from his arms before taking a step back, “I feel as though I should apologize-” Shoto began, realizing his mistake.

“I know a nice Café I’ve been meaning to visit that’s nearby, you want to continue this there?” She interrupted, extending her hand. Y/N wasn’t stupid, neither was Shoto, she knew he was inexperienced in the romance department and it was clear this was his attempt to woo her.

It was cute.

Looking up at her, he couldn’t help but give her a small smile, which she returned as he took her hand. Shoto was thankful that she hadn’t mentioned his poor preparation for the whole ‘date’ thing, since he failed to really ask her about it. Thankfully she was just going with it, “I really like you, Y/N.” It was blunt, but it was the truth, and it was Shoto, being himself.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as they approached the Café, “I really like you too, Shoto.” He moved in front of her to open the door, “and here we are.” She gestured to the small Café as they entered, it was a nice set up and she had been meaning to visit. The fact that it was Shoto that she was visiting with made it all the better.

“Why don’t you go find us somewhere to sit?” He suggested, small smile on his face. “I’ll save us a spot in line.” Y/N nodded, and it was clear that she had yet to notice that there was no line, and Shoto had Endeavor’s beautiful black mastercard in hand.

Which is how they ended up with every possible drink on their table, some of which were going cold, and the cashier thanking Shoto for the $200 cash tip, laughing quietly side by side in their small corner within the Café. Y/N had chosen a more isolated part, though there were already very few people within the store.

She looked up from her drink to find Shoto’s eyes on her, an unreadable look in his eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile at him, one that he returned. “I like this.” He said, his hand finding hers as he played with her fingers.

“Me too.” Y/N replied, watching his movements. She found herself Y/N bringing her hand to Shoto’s cheek, and his eyes met hers momentarily, looking up at her in awe as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, Shoto’s delayed reaction reminded them both of this fact as he finally kissed back after a few moments. The hand that had once been fidgeting with Y/N’s free hand, making its way to her bicep to rub circles in the spot.

The moment didn’t last long, and when she pulled away, his lips were chasing hers, “we should do this more often.”

A small smile was on his face as he stared at her with what seemed like stars in his eyes, “yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her hand, “we should.”

A/N: when i tell you season 4 made me CRY

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mileawrites · 3 years ago

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Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Warnings: some angst in the beginning I guess, fluff, proof read but mistakes could still be there

Summary: Oh for her he would do whatever. He is whipped. The question is if she is as whipped as him.

Inspiration: a freaking Justin Bieber Song called Baby, technically I got the inspiration from a girl singing the bold lines in this work, I do not have the Tik Tok saved though

Word count: about 2.500 (whoopsie)

_____________________

A week ago:

Oh for you I would have done whatever and I just can‘t believe we ain‘t together

Bucky watched her from the kitchen as she talked about something to Natasha and Wanda that excited her. Her whole face lit up and her eyes had that sparkle in them that always appeared when she was excited or simply just happy.

With his super soldier hearing he would have probably heard what she talked about but he was to distracted from how happy she looked. It suited her. Happiness. Bucky would do anything for her to make sure she stays happy. If she had a bad day though, which sometimes is just inevitable, he will make sure to cheer her up. Like watching her favorite movie in pajamas and a ton of snacks with hot cocoa and tiny marshmallows, or a walk in the park at the ass crack of dawn. In any way possible and even if it is embarrassing. He didn‘t care. It didn‘t even matter that Sam would always call him whipped afterwards. He was totally whipped and he knew it. Despite always rolling his eyes so hard they may get stuck in his head and muttering a „Shut up“, there was simply no denying his feelings for this certain girl.

Maybe there are some feeling involved on her part. He was never really sure. Bucky has his insecurities and one definitely was not being sure if he was good for her. Nightmares still disturbing his sleep on many nights. His left arm, although he was more sure of it now because it was not what Hydra once so carelessly put on him. His arm now, it was gifted from Wakanda. Black and gold not silver with a red star and made to help people instead of killing them while being brainwashed. It still made him insecure sometimes. The scars that covered his body that reminded him of his past. He technically knew that she did not mind his arm or his scars. Neither are the nightmares bothering her because if they would she would not help him calm down from the disturbing dreams on so many nights. He has a nightmare, she is there for him. One of the reasons he started to fall for her. Technically he was aware that she would not mind all of these insecurities but it seems like Buckys brain likes to torture him sometimes as if it could not let go from the 70 years of being put into a blender and tortured.

Bucky sometimes heard her heartbeat pick up when being near her or her pupils dilating when they are talking. Signs that she could at least harbor a crush on Bucky. If it would be the 40s he would have already made a move. Something is always stopping him though although he could see some signs of her liking him back. Should that be the case then he simply could not believe they weren‘t together yet. Both being to shy to do something about it.

„Hey Bucky are you with me?“ Sam snapped his fingers infront of Buckys face which he slapped away. „I just told you about the cute girl in the coffee shop“, Sam slightly pushed Buckys shoulder to gain the soldiers attention.

„I absolutely did not pay attention.“ Immediately Sam started to grin and followed Buckys line of view. „Why don‘t you just ask her out? I could be too late soon enough.“ Bucky never snapped his head so fast into Sams direction, for a moment you could think it might have broke. „What do you mean“, the soldier tried to keep his voice from trembling but that did not really work. The Falcon just shrugged his shoulders. „You are whipped. Take a chance before it is too late Buck.“ Bucky rolled his eyes. „First, it‘s Bucky and second, what do you know that I don‘t?“

Slowly the brown haired man started to loose his cool. Could it really be over before anything started? He did not want to miss her in his life. Bucky wasn‘t to sure he would be able to handle a friendship while having to watch the women he liked being in love and happy with someone else. Sam kept his grin on his face.

„I might do.“ With that he left and Bucky was still standing in the kitchen with a sad puppy dog face. He started to drift off in his mind that he did not even notice the girls where not in the living room anymore. Was he too late?

Four days ago:

A week passed and Bucky did not do anything about his feelings for her. Everytime he tried to talk to Y/N about his feelings or a possible date with him, he either stumbled over his words or got interrupted.

When he wanted to ask you on a date it went like this:

„Friday do you know where Y/N is?“ The AI answered immediately, telling him that she is in the kitchen. Bucky thanked Friday, still finding it slightly weird talking to something he could not see.

The 21st century was something he could not have imagined in the slightest back in the day, eventhough he was very interested in what the future technology could bring. Granted this century did not have flying cars like they expected in the 40s but having an artificial intelligence that helps you out is quite fascinating.

Bucky walked int the kitchen and saw Y/N making herself a coffee.

„Oh, hey Buck.“ „Hi Y/N.“ „You want a cup?“ He shook his head no. „No, thank you. I wanted to tell you something though.“

Bucky could not be bothered enough to look around and see NAT making her way into the kitchen.

„Sure what’s up? Are you okay?“ Y/N started to worry slightly. It did sound kind of serious. Bucky noticed her worry and started to smile. She was concerned about him. One more reason to like her. He knows at least that Y/N cares about him.

„Yes don’t worry. I just wanted to“, he stopped talking and started to blush slightly.

Since when did Bucky blush? That never happened in the 40s.

He takes a deep breath, looking into Y/N eyes. A beautiful e/c. He could stare into them for hours as cheesy as it sounds especially with that sparkle they held just now. Y/Ns pupils are dilated.

„I wanted to tell you that-“

„Sorry for interrupting Bucky but I need to make Y/N ready for her date.“

He felt like his heart stopped. So Sam was right but soon definitely was too soon. His shoulders started to slump and he looked away from Y/N.

Nat eyed him and hid a smile. Of course she knew what Bucky and Y/N felt for each other. She would not be a good spy if she wouldn‘t notice her friends looking earth other with heart eyes or how their body language changes when they are around each other. Both were shy though. Therefore Wanda and her planned to get either of them to make a move. Their plan to make Y/N go on dates and let Bucky know may be a little mean but they have three outcomes here.

First, Y/N makes a move because she finally admits that it doesn’t matter on how many dates she goes, neither can compare to a certain blue eyed soldier.

Secon, Bucky realizes that he does not want the young woman to date anyone else an finally finds the courage to say something about his feelings for her.

Third, he one hopefully doesn’t happen, is that neither of them is telling the other what they are feeling and both are going to be sad and unhappy for the rest of their lives. A little bit exaggerated but they need to realize this.

Y/N smiled at Bucky, her eyes sparkling less. „What did you want to say Buck?“ Ignoring Nat for a second.

He looked at Y/N for a split second. Bucky shook his head slightly and runs a hand through his brown hair. „Forget it. Have fun with your date.“ He smiled lightly and left.

Y/N called after him but he did not turn around. She was even more concerned now. What did he want to tell her? Why did he seem so sad now?

„Maybe this date is not a good idea Nat?“

The spy shook her head. „Nonsense. Let’s go.“ Y/N got ushered out of the kitchen into the direction of her own room.

„I‘ll go get Wanda.“ Nat disappeared and Y/N sat down on her bed.

She kept thinking about Bucky. Hopefully he was okay. Did he have nightmares again? No that they ever fully stopped. The h/c woman made a mental note to ask Bucky if he would like to have one of their movie nights. The ones without the team. Just them two. She liked being alone with Bucky, cuddled up to him while watching some movies. Cuddles with Bucky is not something that you could take for granted. When the sergeant came first to the compound he did not let anyone apart from Steve get close to him or touch him even though he was touch starved. Y/N slowly but surely showed him she is not going to hurt him and would you look at that, he opened up and they got close especially during movie nights. With the team it took Bucky a little bit longer to get used to touches but to Y/Ns he got comfortable quite fast.

The door opened and Nat, followed by Wanda, entered.

„Are you excited“, Wanda asked.

Y/N took a second to think. Well, it is someone she does not know. Nat set her up with him and meeting new people always sparks her anxiety. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. „I am not to sure about it.“

The other girls shared a look that Y/N did not see. „Well-“ Wanda started but Y/N was starting to get lost in her head, thinking about the ex-assasin.

Yesterday:

And I wanna play it cool but I’m loosing you

Three days later and Bucky was still sad that his chance with Y/N might have slipped through his ingers. He did not ask about the date she had, afraid she actually enjoyed being with the other guy. Not that she did not deserve it but he wanted her. Badly.

the soldier was sitting in the Irving room trying to read a book Steve recommended. Yesterday Steve told him to just talk to Y/N. It may not be as bad as Bucky made it out to be. The man did not take his friends advice. But fate had another plan.

„Hey pretty boy.“ Bucky looked up and saw Y/N entering the living room. Immediately he started to smile.

„Doll“, he greeted her.

„What are you doing?“ She sat next to him.

„Reading.“ „Obviously. Do you maybe want to stop reading and watch a movie with me?“ She gave her best puppy dog look.

Bucky stared at her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. As if he could ever say no to her. Something stopped him though, remembering a conversation he heard his morning. Bucky sears he was not eavesdropping, he just overheard a conversation between the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch.

He got that sad look in his eyes again, something Y/N noticed immediately. „Don‘t you have a date today?“

The woman looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew. „I canceled the date Buck.“

And suddenly Bucky felt mor alive than ever. She what? Why did she cancel? „Why?“

„I wanted to hand out with you pretty boy. We haven’t in a whil and I miss you.“ She started to slightly lean into the soldiers body. „You do?“ Bucky never saw anyone nod their head yes that hard.

„Of course. You are important to me.“ The 100 something year olds heart skipped a beat. Luckily his body had the serum to not make hi have a heart attack.

Time to be honest. To take his chance. „I honestly thought I was loosing you, doll.“ Confused Y/N looked at him and took his metal arm. „We haven’t hung out in a while and maybe that’s alsokind of my fault but you were going on dates and I tried playing it cool but I am so not cool with it? I kind of feel like I am loosing you.“

The sergeant didn’t think Y/Ns e/c eyes could sparkle even more. She had a smile on her beautiful face.

„No.“ „No?“ The woman shook her head. „You are not loosing me and I am not dating anyone.“

Now it was the soldiers turn to be confused and he interlaced his fingers with hers. He loved that she took his left arm, no being afraid at all.

„But the dates you went on?“

She put her free hand on his face and he leaned into her hand. Suddenly overcoming with the courage to tell Bucky her feelings for him. This is it. Her heart is beating so fast she is afraid it might jump out of her chest. Also, her hand started to sweat slightly.

„Neither of them are you. Nat and Wanda set me up with them. You are not loosing me Bucky. You always have me, if you want me.“

Now his eyes started to sparkle the second he registered Y/Ns words. Blue eyes looking so light and full of love and admiration, mirroring the eyes of the woman infront of him. Slowly his whole face lights up. Bucky brings their interlaced hands to his face and kisses her Nuckels.

„Of course I want you. You have me, doll.“

Slowly they start to lean in and softly their lips meet. A kiss that was long overdue. It is filled with love and gentleness.

„Finally, oh my god.“ Nats voice startled the pair and made them break the kiss.

Wanda and Nat were standing in the living room, grinning at them both. Steve, Sam and Tony also appeared.

„Why are you two smiling like idiots“, Tony asked.

„Nats and mine plan worked.“ The attention was suddenly on Bucky an Y/N. Still with interlaced fingers and Y/Ns hand on Buckys face. the newly couple looking confused.

„Plan?“ Y/N and Bucky spoke at the same time, laughing lightly when they noticed.

„Yes. These two made you, Y/N go on dates. So either one of you confesses their feelings for the other. Apparently it worked.“

„You knew Steve?“ Bucky looked at his childhood friend. „I was in on the plan.“

„It was exhausting to watch the both of you pinning over the other and neither doing anything“, Sam said.

„Your welcome“, Wanda and Nat spoke, smiled, turned around and left.

Wanda quickly adding while walking that she wants to be one of the bridesmaids at their wedding and Nat agreeing. The guys went for the kitchen.

Today:

Bucky and Y/N walked through the Central Park. It was a little before 6 am.

„You like getting up early, Doll.“ „It‘s nice and quiet early. We could always sleep more afterwards.“

Bucky kissed her cheek and put an arm around her as they kept walking. It was quiet. Y/N was right and he loved it as well. Sleep be damned if he could spent his time with his best girl.

Oh for you I will do whatever and I just can‘t believe we are together

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Authors note:

So, this is the first piece I have written in a long time. I am not to sure about it but I just liked writing it.

Feedback is appreciated as long as you are not being mean. Tell me what you think if you read this. :)

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sukifans · 4 years ago

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May I request a Zuko x Reader with prompt number 2 from the 50 cliché prompts? I'm desperate for some fluff

SWEATSHIRT // zuko

WC: 1.8k

PROMPT: “your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and i couldn’t help but steal it”

WARNINGS: none

A/N: if you want fluff you came to the right place—tooth rotting fluff is my specialty. the title may or may not be a jacob sartorius reference. yall remember when tik tok was music.ly?

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Living with Sokka certainly had its ups and downs. On the one hand, he always kept things interesting—you never knew what you might come home to find, and he often made you laugh so hard you had tears streaming down your cheeks. He could also MacGyver just about anything that broke in your apartment (usually broken by him, however). You’d only had to call maintenance once, when you’d found him stuck under the kitchen sink, absolutely drenched, and shouting for help as water viciously sprayed from the pipes and the garbage disposal made some sort of ear-splitting shriek.

On the other hand, his mind moved a hundred miles a minute and he often forgot little things, like closing the kitchen cabinets or starting the dishwasher. One such thing he tended to forget was to finish his laundry. Often you’d find his still-wet clothes in the washer or his clean clothes in the dryer, having finished several hours ago. The two of you had worked out a deal: if Sokka did the dinner dishes and bought the snacks for Movie Fridays, you’d make sure the apartment ran smoothly despite his forgetfulness.

That’s how you found yourself dumping a load of his clothes onto his bed after finding them in the dryer while trying to do your own chores. You picked through the shirts and boxer briefs before settling on stealing a deep burgundy sweatshirt—an unspoken part of your deal was that if you found his clothes, you were allowed to steal a t-shirt or sweatshirt of your choosing because he knew you liked to wear the oversized tops on lazy days.

He came back later that night to find you standing in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone while you waited for your tea to steep. Your wet hair hung around your face and you wore the red hoodie with sleep shorts and thick, fuzzy socks.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes.

“Hey.” You looked up at him as he bustled around the kitchen, tossing something into the microwave. “How was work?”

“Annoying,” he sighed in irritation, making you grin. He turned to you and frowned, reaching out to tug at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Where did you find that?”

“I stole it from your laundry, stupid. You left your stuff in the dryer again. I’ve never seen this one before, did you just get it?”

“Uh... yeah. Thanks for doing that for me.”

“Mhm.” You slipped your phone into the front pocket and cradled your mug. “Why do you ask? Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it’s okay. In fact, keep it. Red doesn’t suit me, I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it.” He had a smirk on his face that made you very suspicious.

You raised an eyebrow while you slowly sipped your tea. “If you say so, Snoozles.” You flicked his arm as you passed him to retreat into your bedroom for the night. “Don’t forget to pick up your bag. And snacks for Friday night!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded through a mouthful of noodles.

You and your friends were gathered in the living room like every other Friday, this week to watch Jurassic Park (yet another classic that neither Aang nor Zuko had seen, much to everybody’s disbelief). Katara and Aang sat together on the armchair, Zuko sat between you and Sokka on the couch, and Toph sat on the floor with her back against the sofa next to her service dog, Badger. You had your legs thrown across the guys’ laps and all eyes (except Toph’s) in the room were glued to the screen. Well, for the most part—Zuko kept looking over at you all night. You tried to keep your attention on the dinosaurs, but you could feel him staring at you. Eventually you caught his eye and raised your eyebrows expectantly. He simply flushed and looked away. You furrowed your brow and turned back to the movie, pulling your hands inside the sleeves of Sokka’s red sweatshirt and sticking them in the pocket.

“Did you guys know that Spielberg wanted the raptors to be taller for the movie and then a few months after they wrapped shooting, paleontologists found a new species of raptor that actually fit the movie portrayal really well? They almost named it after him,” Sokka said with his mouth full of popcorn.

“That’s nice, Sokka,” Katara responded absently, obviously not listening.

“Yeah, and they made the T. Rex sounds with an alligat—oof!” He wheezed when you jabbed your foot into his stomach. “Asshole!”

“Pack it up, IMDB,” you huffed.

“I just thought it was interes—ouch, Toph!” he yelped when Toph punched his shin.

“Stop talking, I can’t hear anything!”

“Just watch it!”

“I can’t!” Toph barked. Sokka crossed his arms and slumped down, grumbling to himself. You and Zuko glanced over at each other and broke out in grins, pursing your lips to hold back your laughter.

As the movie progressed, you noticed the tension in Zuko’s shoulders. He had his jaw clenched throughout the whole scene with the kids trapped in the car with the T. Rex attacking. You nudged him with your knee and he turned to look at you.

“You scared, Zu?” you teased in a low voice, leaning forward to squeeze his bicep. “You want me to protect you from the dinos?”

He rolled his eyes but still lifted his arm, inviting you sit up and tuck yourself into his side. As you leaned against him he seemed to loosen up, settling into his seat and resting his head against yours. Sokka noticed this and looked around Zuko to waggle his eyebrows suggestively and very conspicuously, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Unfortunately, the idiot had caught wind of your crush on his best friend and had been relentlessly tormenting you about it ever since. You glared at him until he sat back, looking disgustingly smug.

After the movie finished, everyone got up to stretch and refill their drinks before the next one started. While talking with Toph in the kitchen, you noticed Zuko standing outside on the balcony by himself. You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way out to him while all your friends hooted in the background. It seemed everyone knew about your attraction to the boy, except for the boy himself.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping outside. He looked around at you and gave you a small smile that made your head spin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “just getting some air. It’s getting hot in there with everyone in the room.”

You nodded and stood next to him to lean against the railing. After a few beats of silence, you could feel his stare on you again. You met his gaze curiously. “What’s up, Zu? You’ve been looking at me all night.”

“Nothing, it’s just—“ he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as if inspecting you “—is that my sweatshirt?”

You frowned. “No, I took it from Sokka.”

“Lying bastard.” His eyes widened at your offended look when you rounded on him. “Not you! I—um, it is mine. I gave it to Sokka the other day and when I asked for it he insisted he already gave it back to me. The fucker gaslit me over a sweatshirt.”

“Sounds about right,” you giggled. “I’m sorry. I’ll give it back before you leave.”

He pulled at one of the drawstrings. “You can keep it, if you want. It’s, uh—“ he cleared his throat “—it looks better on you.”

You stood facing each other now, barely a breath away from being chest-to-chest. “I can’t take your sweatshirt.”

“You take Sokka’s all the time.”

“Yeah, because he always forgets his laundry in the machine. He owes me.” Zuko laughed a little at that, still fiddling with the string. You could feel your heart racing at his proximity. He sucked in a breath and seemed to brace himself for his next words.

“I kind of like how you look in my clothes, though. Might have to start leaving my stuff around here so you stop wearing Sokka’s.” The confidence in his voice was betrayed by the rising blush on his face that surely rivaled your own as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Your lips parted to speak, but no words came out. All you could squeak out was a soft, “Zuko,” when he raised his hand to brush a loose piece of hair back behind your ear. You felt frozen, rooted to the spot, when his fingertips grazed your cheekbone. His hand lingered there, palm radiating heat into your already flushed cheeks.

“I—“ he pulled his hand back and chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “—sorry.”

“For what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” You grinned at each other and in that moment it could’ve been just you and Zuko left on the planet and it wouldn’t’ve mattered; everything you wanted and needed was right there in front of you, if you were bold enough to take that final step toward it.

“Zuko—“

“Hey, we—oh!“ Both of you whipped your heads around when the door slid open to reveal Aang standing there. His whole face went red and he laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry! Just wanted to tell you guys we were gonna start the movie, but no rush! Take your time!” He started to back away and you felt yourself release from Zuko’s magnetic pull now that your small bubble had been invaded.

“It’s okay, Aang.” You smiled gently at your friend and started to make your way back inside. “We were about to head in anyways.”

Aang shot Zuko an apologetic look before nodding and hurrying away. Zuko couldn’t find it in himself to be bitter about the ruined moment when you reached out towards him and gazed up at him with those warm, bright eyes. “You coming, Zu?”

“Yeah, right behind you.” He took your outstretched hand and laced your fingers together, squeezing his palm against yours.

Maybe you weren’t the last people on Earth, and maybe you hadn’t taken that leap just yet, but something between you two shifted and finally clicked into place out there on that balcony. Everything would work out just fine—he knew it in the way you kept your fingers slotted perfectly between his as Jaws played on the television, and in the way you quickly rose onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek in the hallway before he left. He couldn’t wipe the dreamy little smile off his face for the rest of the night, even as he laid awake in bed thinking about you.

Yeah; everything would be just fine.

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fangirlshrieks · 4 years ago

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Spring Break part 1

a/n: This is my first official post on here and I don't know how it will turn out. Tik Tok really made me obsessed with Harry Potter 😭. Now I am a simp for Neville. I got a soft spot for quiet, nerdy, shy, and subby boys. I don't usually write fanfiction because my ideas are usually super long and I have no time to write them out but I decided to write this one. I will also be posting this on my wattpad account. I read @omg-imatotalmess sub!Neville fic back in December and I've been obsessed with the idea of Neville being a sub. *internally screaming*

Part 1, Part 2, part 3

Word count: 2,519

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader

Warnings: Mensions of sex, Innuendoes, mentions of plant boy's insecurities

The sunlight intruded through your dorm room windows. It shined at just the right angle so the light hit your eyes, abruptly waking you up. In annoyance your turn onto your stomach and bury your head under your pillow desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep but the memory of it being the last day of school before spring break entered your mind. You peaked from under your pillow to check the time. It was around 7:05. You huffed. It was too early to get up. Unable to go back to sleep with the light in your eyes you reluctantly got up out of bed and got ready for the day. You could hear the deep snores of your dorm mates sleeping quietly as you got ready. It was times like these where you enjoyed getting up earlier than everyone else. There was always a sort of peace before the hustle and bustle of everyone rushing to the bathrooms to find a mirror or use the sinks. You made sure to be as quiet as possible. Having gotten ready you decide to head to the great hall for breakfast.

Sitting down at the Y/H table you grabbed a toast and some butter and jam. There were a few students around but not enough to fill the hall with loud noise. None of your friends were up yet, that's for sure, so you scanned the room to see if your boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, was there.

'Who am I kidding he's probably still asleep too' you thought.

But just as you turned to eat your food, Neville had entered the great hall. He spotted you and quickly walked over to where you were sitting.

"Hello love" he gave you a quick peck on the top of your head before sitting down next to you.

"What are you doing here so early?" His tone is full of amusement, knowing you aren't normally one of the first students to enter the great hall in the morning.

"I could ask you the same thing" you said, giving him a teasing look.

"Well I couldn't really sleep last night. Too excited for holiday, I guess." He responded with a bit of nervousness in his voice. You didn't seem to notice however.

"Well I was rudely interrupted from a wonderful sleep by a disgusting thing called sunrise." The sarcasm in your voice made the two of you laugh slightly.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to sleep in."

"It's fine. That just means I get to spend more time with you today." You said nudging him with your shoulder. "By the way did you ever tell your gran that I would be visiting the two of you at the lake house."

Neville's grandmother was invited by an old friend to stay with her at her lake house. The lake house was relatively close to where you lived in London but it was obviously in the wizarding world. You had asked Neville about two weeks ago if you could visit him and his grandmother while they were there. You had never been to a lake house before and you wanted to spend your first Holiday with him as his girlfriend since you two had got together.

You had only been going out since December but you had been friends since 1st year. When his grandmother heard the news about the two of you finally becoming an official couple she was ecstatic. She always believed there was something more between the two of you. Even when you were in your previous relationship with a boy from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic your fourth year, there was always something there but neither of you believed that other could ever like you in that way. But after you broke up with your ex at the end of your fourth year, the tension between you and Neville was undeniable. It was not until the start of 6th year after Neville had an encounter with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic and it was revealed that Voldemort had returned that you and Neville had actually acted on your feelings. Now here you are actually together.

You had visited him and his grandmother before during other school breaks but only every as a friend. This time would be different. Your mind sometimes wondered about taking your relationship to the next level but you only ever mention that once before and Neville seemed nervous the entire time so you dropped the subject. You assumed it was because he was a virgin and unfortunately to your dismay it was a well known fact that you had lost your virginity to your ex who had bragged about it when you were a couple (but that is a story for a later time).

"Oh yeah." He seemed anxious and grabbed a toast to shove in his mouth to try and drown the worry in his voice, but it didn't help. "Gran said you are welcome anytime."

"Perfect."

More students started filling the hall as you finished your breakfast. Dean and Seamus had also entered the hall and made their way towards the two of you.

"Hey guys." Neville greeted them.

"What are you two love birds talking about?" Dean said while leaning over your shoulder.

"Just making plans." You said nonchalantly as you turned your head towards him.

"Plans for Holiday I assume?" Seamus piped in with a raised eyebrow. From behind your back, Neville gave him a look almost as if he was pleading with him not to make any inappropriate jokes.

"Yes, actually" you answered.

Seamus pushed on, "Care to elaborate?"

"I'm sorry, but I actually have to pack, which I would advise you three to do the same." You turned back to Neville. "I'll meet you at the Entrance Hall so we can head towards the Express together, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan." And with that Neville watched you headed towards your dorm to pack.

He was thankful you left before Deam or Seamus could mention anything about what had happened last night. The three of them all walked over to the Gryffindor table to eat.

"So you and y/n are you and going to be sharing the same room?" Seamus asked.

Neville choked on his juice he was drinking and coughed a few times before finally recovering.

"Relax mate, it's natural to be nervous your first time." Dean added.

"I already told you too, me and y/n are not doing anything during break. She's just visiting me and gran for a day." Neville had a slight red hue over his cheeks.

"Alright, alright " Dean said amusingly.

"But just so you know spring break is when couples usually…" Seamus didn't get to finish.

"I get it, Seamus! Do you have to be so loud?" Neville cut him off. "I think I'm going to go pack now, see you guys later."

"Just remember to pack the rubbers Seamus gave you." Dean laughed under his breath.

Of course how could Neville forget the rubbers.

------ The night before in the boys dormitories ------

"Yeah, it's going to be great. Y/N is joining me and gran for a day at the lake house. It will be nice to not be the only person my age there. Plus I can show Y/N all the cool plants around the lake." Neville was beaming talking about his plans for Holiday with you and his grandmother. His smile was radiant and by the expression on his face you could totally tell he was smitten by you.

"Wait let me get this straight. Y/N is going to be staying at your grandmother's lake house with you." Dean was trying to make sense of the situation.

"Technically it's my gran's friend's lake house."

"That doesn't matter." Seamus said bluntly. "The fact is you and Y/N are going to be at a lake house together during spring break."

"What are you going on about?" Neville was completely dumbfounded about what was wrong with the situation.

"Seamus, will you just tell him."

"I got a better idea." Seamus walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. He searched inside for a small box. Once he found it, he grabbed it, and threw it towards Neville. When it landed on his bed, Neville grabbed the box and read what it was. He saw the figure on the box was a warrior and the name 'Trojan' written at the very top. His eyes widened and he immediately fumbled the box before he dropped it. He could feel his cheeks warm up as Dean and Seamus laughed at his reaction.

"Wh.. Where did you get those?" Neville distanced himself from the condoms.

"It doesn't matter." Seamus said, still laughing.

"Are you serious? I can't take those with me." Neville was embarrassed for having never even thought that something like that would happen while on Holiday with you. "Wait, this trip isn't even about that. Me and Y/N haven't even done anything yet. I haven't even done anything yet!" Seamus insinuation had clearly caused Neville to freak out and rethink his entire plan of having you visit him during break.

"Chill out mate." Dean was trying not to laugh but it wasn't really helping.

"Mate we know it’s your first time, we just thought you could use some pointers." Seamus suggested.

"I really don't think that's necessary. We're not going to…" this time Neville was cut off by Seamus.

"Listen, when you put the condom on make sure you pinch the top so there is a bit of room there and then roll it down. If you don't it just might break and we don't want that happening do we."

"Also don't forget to use a new one every time. Apparently they are not reusable." Dean chimed in.

Neville was in shock and the color of his face matched the color of his house's signature color.

"Please stop." He was pulling at his hair in agony.

"We're just trying to help a friend out." Seamus said smugly.

"This isn't helping. This is making it worse." Neville shoved his head in his pillow from embarrassment.

The other boys continue to laugh. Neville, extremely embarrassed by his friend's insinuation, tried to come up with a reason to leave his dorm and got up and grabbed the closet textbook near him.

"Uhh... I forgot I need to catch up on my studies" and with that he rushed to the Gryffindor common room.

At this time at night the common room was empty. Only the fireplace lit the room with a warm glow. He sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and ran his fingers through his hair to ease his nerves.

"How could I be so stupid?" He asked himself aloud.

The signs had been there all along. He just hadn't put all the pieces together until now. You had originally asked him if you could spend the night at the lake house but he didn't understand why at the time because you lived close by. Then there was the conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago. You had asked Neville how he had felt about moving your relationship on a more intimate level and he had completely freaked out by the sudden suggestion. He had certainly thought about you in that way occasionally (even before the two of you were officially together) but he never imagined it to ever come to fruition. Then when the two of you had finally gotten together, he felt inadequate in that particular area because he had never been with anyone romantically. He was relieved when you dropped the subject but knew it would be a topic to come back again.

He also noticed how touchy you had become lately in private. You two were definitely not a pda couple but preferred to show your love to one another in private. Neville thought back to the time last week when it was just the two of you sitting by the lake while he read you a chapter in his herbology book. The two of you had sat right under a tree and you had sat next to him leaning your head on his shoulder and placed your hand on his thigh.

As he read to you, your hand slowly made its way higher and higher towards the area between his legs. At first he was completely oblivious to your actions until he had set his book aside from in front of him and noticed how close your hand was to his crotch. It had made him freeze and he felt his face heat up. You had looked up at him and leaned in to give him a kiss which eventually turned into a heated make out session. Neville couldn't recall how you ended up on top of him or how your hands had slipped under his shirt but they did. He untimely stopped the moment when his crotch was becoming increasingly annoying as you rested your weight on him. He sensed that you had felt a little disappointed despite your reassuring words.

Neville rubbed the back of his head in frustration as he recalled the memory. He didn't want to stop but his insecurities got the best of him. He remembered how self conscious he felt when you started to rub up and down on his chest and stomach. Neville knew he did not have the most muscular built nor was he very slim. He often wondered what you even saw in him.

He hated when he started to overthink. He quickly shut out those thoughts and ended up thinking about you and your smile. How he loved your smile and how bright you beamed every time you looked at him like he was the greatest person in the world.

"That has to count for something right?" He whispered to himself.

'Wait what if she does want to have sex this week?' He pondered on the possibility.

His mind wondered about the idea of losing his virginity to you and smiled to himself as another thought entered his mind.

You were riding him like your life depended on it. It was really a sight for sore eyes and he found himself more open to the idea. Then his eyes went wide with the sudden realization that he doesn't really know anything about the female anatomy. He didn't really know where his penis was supposed to enter or where the clit was. At this point he had wished there was some sort of sex education at Hogwarts.

His nerves seemed to oscillate from high to low with his constant thinking.

"This is going to be a long break." He said to himself rubbing his temples.

That night he kept twisting and turning in bed and couldn't get much sleep. He ended up sleeping for only 4 hours and was woken up by the sunshine entering the windows. He reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

Heading out of Gryffindor tower he left towards the great hall for breakfast.

a/n: Hoped you like it. 😊

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