#you know when someone pays extra attention + lingers + gives extreme eye contact for no other reason other than to prolong the time they-

[heonie-ween]

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[sukirichi]

sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face.  “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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[eurodynesass-moved]

Champion of the Streets

A brief look at V in the fight with Razor, before Vik takes care of her in his clinic and they... celebrate. 

Female V / Viktor Vector

Minor spoilers for Beat on the Brat.

Ao3

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There was fire in her blood. There was a raging flame threatening to burst through her and she channeled it all into her bones and her muscles as she sat down in her seat. Having just walked away from Coach Fred's offer, V was trying hard not to let her anger consume her. After all this time, pumping her up for the final fight, the big fight, to tear her down with a coward's offer—it was pathetic and humiliating. To think that he never believed she could defeat Razor to begin with, it was infuriating—

"Easy now," she heard a familiar voice say. "You'll burn a hole through his skull before you even get a chance to fight."

She turned to see the man kneel before her, something along the lines of relief washing over her. Viktor. She could not believe that he was there. He wasn't the one that had directed her to these fights, but he knew about them and encouraged her nonetheless. Now, in the final moment when it mattered, he was right there. He wasn't the coach she had been speaking with, but she was certainly more interested in what he had to say right now than anyone else.

He must have seen how she looked, all halfcocked, nervous and angry, and he did not ask her why. Instead, he gave her a few tips for comfort, as well as pointers to defeat Razor. She could have kissed him for that if it weren't for the fact that they were in the ring right then and there.

When finally standing up from her seat and kicking it off the stage behind her—and looking good doing it—she remembered Viktor's words that rang in her mind. Don't let me down now, you hear?

Well, after he had asked her so nicely, she wasn't about to say no.

The bell rang and the fight began, V staying mobile on her feat and watching the large man in front of her. She was much smaller, in terms of height and muscle. She was able to quickly dash away from his charges and stay out of the way. Occasionally she could spot Viktor from the corner of her eye, away from the ring but keeping watch.

She then focused on Razor and dodged a swipe from him, ducking to give herself a decent angle for a strong right hook, right into his abdomen. The man stumbled backward with a grunt and she smirked, kicking off towards him.

—

It was almost as though she blacked out during the fight and woke up only when she stood above Razor, on her two feet, having emerged victorious. There, in the ring, she glistened brightly under the neon lights. Her sporty crop was soaked with sweat, blood and dirt, her braided hair had partly come loose and stuck to her face in tiny curls. Her nose was definitely bleeding still and something in her mouth kept burning and leaking.

Her chest heaved in quick, rapid breaths as she looked down at her own two hands. Hand wraps now red and brown, threatening to come away, her hands were shaking violently, and yet she was as confident in herself as she could have been in a very long time.

Stepping out of the ring, she ignored the crowd and glanced at Coach Fred, placing one bloodied hand on his shoulder and giving him a nod. She was still not okay with him trying to convince her to sell herself out, but he did bring her the opportunity to get this far.

Still, she did not linger. V scanned the crowd to find that familiar pair of eyes that she had looked into just before the fight, finding one smiling Viktor staring right back at her. V turned to the side, spitting out her blood out of necessity before deciding to get anywhere close to her friend.

Once he reached her, he held out his hand and she took it in a strong clasp. They laughed and pulled each other in for a congratulatory embrace. He held her for a second longer than she expected, not that she minded, before finally pulling away to look her in the eyes.

"You actually fucking did it," he grinned a wide, boyish grin, shaking his head slightly.

"Did you ever doubt I would?" she put her hands on her hips, raising a brow.

"Not even for a second, sweetheart," he assured her.

Before her mind could linger on that word again, a different voice caught her attention. She looked behind her as someone asked to take a photo of her, something about wanting to write about the fight. She did not pay too much attention to it, only wrapped an arm around Vik's shoulders as well as she could at her height, and made a peace sign with her other hand. Viktor, to her surprise, did not fold his arms like he normally liked to do. His right arm went around her, his hand now resting on her right shoulder and keeping her close.

Once the picture was taken, she looked up at him from where she was and did not pull away. "Thank you for believing in me, Vik. I wouldn't have made it without you."

"Nah, kid, you'da made it even further without another word from me," he shook his head. "That was all you, I just made sure you remembered that you had it in you."

Before V could say more, she cleared her throat and felt more of her blood pooling in her mouth. She made a gesture with her hand so as to tell him she needed a minute, before promptly spitting more blood out.

"Fuck," she cursed, wiping her mouth with her wraps.

"Let's get you back to the clinic for a quick look-see, shall we?" he offered, keeping a respectable distance from her.

She smiled and gave him a sheepish nod. "Yeah, maybe we should."

—

Walking into the clinic somehow felt more like a breath of fresh air than it did while being outside, pollution notwithstanding. V took her usual steps, plopping herself down on the chair while Vik brought out something to help with the pain and the daze. He also brought over a couple of glasses, pouring them a little drink to mark the celebration. He did not sit in his stool this time, instead stepping in rather close so that he could help clean her up. He set down a tray with the things he might need right beside her on the chair.

"Seeing you fight out there," he began, unwrapping one of her hands. "Made me wish I'd been there for the other fights too. You really got somethin' in ya, kid, that just does not quit."

"What can I say, I have all the right people in my corner," she chuckled, but melted a little at the smile he gave her.

"Well, the smart ones'll know to keep rootin' for ya," he replied, now unwrapping her other hand. After a moment, he examined her knuckles and fingers, finding a few scrapes and bruises but nothing too serious. With one gentle stroke of a calloused thumb against the back of her hand, he nodded. "Hands seem fine. Anything hurting in there that I should know about?"

V was finding it extremely hard to look away from him at that moment. "No, just the knuckles."

"Good," he muttered, setting her hands down in her lap before tilting her chin up a little. "Now for that nasty cut on your cheek," he spoke softly. Viktor stepped away momentarily, moving about his clinic and coming back with a rag and a bowl of water. He slowly began to wipe away the dirt and blood off her face and neck, taking extra care with the area around her wound so that he could disinfect it and patch her up.

In all that time, his touch and gestures were gentle, soft. His eyes were laser-focused on every inch of her. Her mouth ran dry at the thought of all that attention he put toward helping her.

He himself wasn't entirely lost on the looks she'd been giving him. It was no secret that they cared about each other, but to what extent she cared for him, he didn't know. He had a hunch, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to be wrong or right. He said nothing about it though. She needed to clean up, he was there. That's all this was.

"Your nose," he observed. "Definitely bruised, popped a few vessels, but thankfully it's still intact."

"I'm told it's one of my best features," she joked, slightly wincing at the touch.

"Hmm," low laugh rumbled from him, tingling her insides something fierce.

She could tell he wanted to say something more, but had probably chosen against it. Shame, she thought. Maybe if he had, she could have told him some of her favorite parts of him. V then had a thought. Sitting there, in the safety of his clinic, after the night she'd had, to celebrate it by his side was the best thing she could have been doing.

There may have been more that she wanted. It was a night of achieving the impossible, after all. Maybe... just maybe...

"Alright, V. That's you all set," he told her, ready to step back as he cleared his throat. "Unless you've got anything broken or sprained that you haven't told me about," he added in jest.

An idea sparked. "Actually, I think I took a few good hits in my ribs. Can you check those?"

She could see the freeze in Viktor's stance, but he moved closer once again, giving her a quick nod. He observed her skin, motioning her to lean back a little so that he could see better under the light. "Nothing looks bruised. Does it still hurt?"

V watched him as he studied her, his fingers gently poking at each rib to see if there was anything broken or cracked underneath. He'd find nothing of the sort, but she couldn't help herself anymore. Sitting there, slightly leaning back with him hovering just over her, V decided to take a leap of faith. She looked him in the eyes as she moved her leg slightly, letting it brush slowly against his. Viktor did not look down, but he did make eye contact with her again.

There was a visual bob in his throat as he watched her carefully, seeing that she did not blink even once while doing this. V slowly straightened herself up again, and the more she did so, the closer to him she got—he was not moving an inch. His hands remained where they were, at her sides and with his fingers slightly tracing her ribs.

Viktor thought about speaking, stepping away, doing the right thing. He wondered if he was seeing it wrong, or if she really was looking him in the eyes so intently that his heart might give in. Looking her over right then, busted cheek and lip, bruised nose and body, chaffed hands—she really did remind him a lot of himself, and had a live, wild spirit within her that he could not deny he was attracted to.

So he stood, frozen and uncertain as she moved herself closer and closer to him. Little could have prepared him for what came next, not even the times he had spent imagining that very moment.

V pushed herself up, her cheeks flushed pink merely at their proximity, and kissed Viktor. She grazed her lips gently against his, as though she were inviting him to join, and that he did. She felt him return the kiss with passion, hands now pressed flat against her sides.

Swinging her leg around him, she attempted to nudge him to step between her legs, but he had a different idea. His hands grabbed her by the hips, sliding her body closer to him in the position that she had been hoping for. She pulled away from the kiss with a small gasp just to look at him.

"Huh," he breathed, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. "Who woulda thought..."

"What?" she uttered.

"That you woulda ever wanted to go for someone like me," he admitted.

Her heart broke a little inside. "There is no one like you," she moved her hand to his cheek.

"V..." he murmured, but had no time to say more when he felt her soft lips move against his once more. He sighed into the kiss, holding her and giving in to the taste of her. There was a hint of metal from her lip, something that made him chuckle.

His tongue pushed against her lip and she happily obliged, letting him in and tasting all of him. The drink he had set out for them before could still be tasted on him, something absolutely irresistible in that. V then let her hands roam across his shoulders while he held her tight. A small nudge of her legs to move him closer had his crotch digging against her, making him groan into the kiss.

V smirked at that and kept her legs wrapped around him to steady herself while she slowly ground her hips against him. She let out a soft moan, forgetting how much easier it was to feel things through loose sweatpants. She felt his grip on her tighten and his breathing quicken. He cursed against the kiss and pulled her up off the chair, making a small squeak of a gasp come out of her—a sound he'd never heard from her before.

He looked at her and grinned just as she broke into a quiet laugh, and slowly, Viktor walked them around the clinic, accidentally slamming into one of the tables along the way. He groaned, feeling the metal corner bang right into his thigh. Vik cursed at the table all the while V tried to suppress her quiet giggling. He raised a brow at her.

"You find that funny?" he asked her, right before the two of them fell into the couch. Another yelp sounded from V, and then a soft grunt and a thud at the impact. Her hair was now all over the place, her braid slowly but surely coming loose, so Vik decided to help with that. He reached over and tugged at the hair tie that kept it all together, threading his fingers into her hair to set it all free. He then carefully, slowly stroked all the strays out of her face, leaning in again to kiss her.

Gentle fingers gingerly plucked at whatever buttons still remained done on Vik's shirt, slowly pulling it free and down his arms. As he got up on his knees, she pushed herself up to join him, continuing on with his tank top. The years of heavyweight training and boxing had continued to show their mark on the curves and creases of his muscles, making V let out a low whistle.

"You been holdin' out on me, Doc?" she asked him, her voice low and sultry.

He smirked at her, "Only leavin' the best for last."

"Well it's only fair I return the favor," V purred, tugging at the hem of her tight crop.

As she began to pull it, his fingers caressed her ribs in an instant, burying themselves under the fabric to help push it up and over her. As his hands roamed up, his thumbs grazed over V's breasts rather slowly, until finally they helped take her shirt off completely.

On her knees in front of him, hair a mess around her shoulders and just above her breasts, which were ample and inviting, Vik could feel himself twitch in his arousal. "Fuck, you're so beautiful sweetheart."

"Y'know I always secretly loved it whenever you'd call me that," she confessed.

"There is so much more I could call you, if it'd make you happy," he sighed, his lips on her body in an instant.

She plopped onto her back once more, Vik above her without missing a beat. He took in her scent, the remnants of the fight still lingering and mixing with whatever sweet soap she had used that day. His lips trailed with sweet kisses down her neck and onto her chest, her breasts fitting nice and warm in his mouth. A moment later, he was grazing her nipple with his teeth, turning one of her sweet moans into a sharp gasp.

He moved on to the other breast, sending his right hand down her belly and to her abdomen, resting it there for a moment. The sheer warmth of his palm made her ache, her mind suddenly extremely aware of where that was headed. Vik looked up at her just in time to lead his fingers down, lower and lower—missing the spot and roaming down her thigh instead.

"Fuck you," she whispered, tilting her head back in frustration.

His left arm had been keeping him propped up, but he shifted in place so that his hand could reach her hair. Burying his digits within the long, soft locks, he looked her in the eyes and watched. Watched as he slowly brought his hand back up her thigh, watched as his thumb poked at her folds, then watched as it pushed against her clit, circling it nice and slow.

He then continued to stroke her through the fabric of her sweatpants, once, twice, a few times more until he could not take it anymore. He couldn't look away while she looked him in the eyes and stroked his jawline with her thumb, while she traced that long scar on his chin and moaned against his touch. Vik bent down to take her lips in his, swallowing up those delicious sounds of hers in a sweet kiss just before he could move completely away from her.

There was a small sound of protest from her, but he motioned her to follow. Once they were both on their feet, he reached for the underside of the couch, pulling on a metal bar that unlatched with a tug. Seconds later, they were looking at a rather spacious pull-out bed and they wasted no time returning to their previous position.

This time, Viktor tugged at her pants with a sharp pull, nearly pulling her along with it as he undressed her. God she was absolutely stunning, and completely naked before him. How he had managed to keep his hands to himself for this long, he did not know. Seeing her reach her hands out to him, he moved over her and smiled.

"How's my Champion of the Streets doin'?" he asked her, fingertips teasing the trail to her apex.

"She's about to lose her damn mind, Doc," V urged, one of her hands gently squeezing his forearm to go further.

Who was he to argue?

His fingers now touched her without any obstruction, feeling just how wet she was for him. He ran a single finger along her slit, just barely pushing past it before rubbing along her most sensitive spot. The strokes began nice and slow, but he soon moved with purpose as one of his fingers sunk into her. She was hot and welcoming, her back arching as those little nerves, both inside and out, were slowly and steadily stimulated with the gentlest touches. He inserted a second finger into her, feeling her, focusing on her, her little gasps, her breathing, the colorful variety of emotions displayed on her face.

Viktor had seen enough of those emotions to know just how evocative she was when it came to feeling strongly about something. Never had he imagined he'd start to see a picture painted in his mind of just how she felt about him, how he could make her feel. Her hips began to sway and thrust along with his motions the more he teased her, and he watched as she shut her eyes and began to bite her lower lip. It took everything in him not to bite it himself, just wanting to see her free in her own world when he'd make it explode.

And explode, it did.

He pressed the length of his fingers against her when he thrust them in, making sure they stroked against her clit with each and every move. Occasionally, he'd thrust them deep and let his thumb do the work on her, only to then focus on her insides once more. Eventually, her body couldn't handle it anymore. Her legs pressed tightly against one another, her lower body twitching and throbbing against his fingers. The sweet song that had become her moaning became louder and raspier as V could no longer care about what kinds of sounds she was making. Her chest heaved along with her breathing, making her gorgeous tits rise and fall just beneath him.

Vik leaned in to press a kiss between them, then one right at her throat, until she captured his mouth herself, her moans now turning into tired hums and huffs. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, to wind down a little from her high, before he could even think about continuing. She thought of it before him, it seemed, as he suddenly felt one of her hands stroking along his hard length through his pants.

He shut his eyes, sounding a quiet breathy moan in response to the pleasant surprise. V wasted no time pulling at his pants, so he helped her kick them off immediately. She had to take a second to appreciate just how turned on he was by just kissing and touching her. With gratitude in mind, she took him with her hand, slowly feeling every inch of him with every stroke, readying him for her.

She could hear his pleasure through how heavy he was breathing, through the bobbing of his throat, through the tightening of his fingers around her hair. V smiled at him and whispered, "Let me return the favor."

After a few more seconds of reveling in the pleasure, Vik finally looked at her again and shifted in place. "Maybe next time," he told her. "Tonight's about you," he muttered just above a whisper in a voice that sent a shudder through her body. Pushing off from beside her, Vik reached out for a nearby cushion to tuck it underneath her. He lifted her—without any effort, she noted in excitement—and tucked it comfortably underneath her ass.

Her legs rested around his waist while her hands laid on her own stomach. He took them in his, kissing each of them once and letting go so that he could settle in between her legs. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him in for a sweet kiss while she felt his hand guide his cock to her. He did not enter right away, still lubricating himself by way of teasing her entrance, nice and slow. As much as he loved what it was doing to her, he was driving himself crazy in the process.

"Vik, please," she breathed. "I want you inside me."

The throb in his cock at those words ached. He did not hesitate, pushing himself slowly past her folds and deep into her. Vik cursed out a moan, mumbling something about her being so tight around him. V must have agreed as she gasped and dug her nails into his back. After settling inside her a moment, he slowly pulled himself out to the tip, then back in, over and over until they grew accustomed to each other.

In the matter of a few minutes, Viktor had one hand at her leg to keep her steady as he thrust into her harder and faster. V began to pull his hips into her with each trust, holding onto his back and shoulder for dear life as he hit that spot of hers, over and over. Somewhere between being overcome by the pleasure, and between losing herself in his hold, she sent one of her hands to her clit to aid in that regard. It took very little when accompanied by him and his motions to send her into yet another wave of release.

Her walls tightened and throbbed around his cock, he became certain very quickly that her next release might just be the end of him. Partway through his thrusts, he wrapped his arms around her back and pushed himself up to a seated position with her on his lap.

V let out one loud moan, feeling him sitting so deep inside her. She ground her hips back and forth, feeling him push against her core over and over when she moved at just the right angle. When he began to thrust along to that rhythm, V buried her head into his shoulder. What was intended to be a kiss turned into a nibble, which turned into a bite. Vik groaned in either pleasure or pain, she couldn't quite tell, but she did leave a mark from the intensity of what she felt.

Suddenly, Vik was holding her rather tightly, keeping her steady as his cock pounded into her. He was getting closer and closer, she could feel it. His breaths were shorter, more vocal, his fingers digging into her body in his grasp.

"Viktor," she moaned, nibbling his earlobe before she called to him again. "Oh, Viktor."

He let them fall back against the bed as he thrust into her—hard—calling her name as he released his load right into her, letting ecstasy take over his senses. His hips slowed to lazy rolls while he rode the waves of his orgasm, his arms doing everything they could not to let his body slump over her.

Though, he wasn't entirely sure she couldn't simply toss him aside, after the severe round of ass-kicking she showed off in the ring. Vik laughed breathlessly against her skin, remembering what had lead them here in the first place. It seemed so surreal to be laying with V, of all people, in his little makeshift den, of all places.

When he pulled away to look at her, V was flush with sweat and had pink all across her skin, but particularly her cheeks and nose. She moved some of Viktor's hair out of the way and kissed him once again, a tired sound of contentment humming in her throat.

"Only took you the better part of a year to finally do that," she grinned, looking at his face in her hands.

"It only took you beatin' Razor's ass outta that ring tonight for me to realize how stupid I was to wait this long," Viktor shook his head. "Truth is, I... I didn't wanna ruin a thing."

"And is it?" V raised a brow. "Ruined, that is?"

"Like I said," he smiled at her. "I was real stupid."

V could feel her heart almost implode at his smile. She pushed herself up so that her lips grazed against his only slightly.

"Then I guess we gotta make up for lost time."

[andtheyweredeskmates]

Of Latte’s and Lingerie- Chapter Four

So I ended up putting this on AO3 if anyone would rather read it there. I probably wont update this for at least a week because I live in Texas so my job opened back up plus I have finals till next Friday. 

Links to the first 3 chapters: 1 2 3

Taglist: @catsssmeow

Adrien hated conflict. Like really hated conflict. Like the idea of conflict kinda made Adrien want to curl up in a ball and sleep until all conflicted parties were dead or unconflicted.

Unfortunately, Gabriel was privy to that. So while the deal he offered Adrien seemed stupidly unbalanced, it was kind of an act of genius. Adrien stared at his toes as he walked his way into Dunn’s. He really wanted to just shut his brain off. He didn’t really have to come to a decision immediately anyway. There was still time to enjoy his coffee and pretend like life was grand. Adrien was really good at enjoying coffee and pretending life was grand.

When Adrien got in line he shoved his hands in his back pockets and looked up at the sign, pretending he didn’t know what he wanted. But he always knew.

“Hey Tim,” Adrien said casually, walking up to the counter.

“Your large mocha frappe extra whip will be out in a minute.”

“It’s a little embarrassing how well you know me,” Adrien mumbled, getting out his wallet.

“Yeah I get that a lot,” Tim chuckled. Adrien paid for his coffee and started to walk to his corner. He stopped for a moment and gaped. It was taken. Adrien’s whole train of thought was derailed as he floundered, trying to think of a place to sit. He glanced nervously around to see that the coffee shop was completely full. Every table, chair and booth was occupied. His eyes lingered on Marinette in her usual spot and he felt the slightest bit of relief for the familiarity.

“Mocha Frappe for Adrien!”

Adrien walked hesitantly to the counter, still glancing around for a spot to open up. Maybe if he stared at someone long enough they’d get the mental message to leave.

“Your spots taken huh?” Adrien looked pathetically at Tim.

“You know, there’s a girl here that’s usually here when you are and she’s got plenty of room at her table. She’s really nice. You should ask to sit with her.” Adrien’s eyes got wide.

“Marinette?” Tim raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah, do you know her.”

“Not really. She’s… a work associate of my father.” Tim stared at Adrien for another moment before smirking.

“Well like I said, she’s really nice and she’s kind of having an existential crisis right now so I’m sure she’d love the company to keep her distracted.” Adrien glanced back over to see Marinette with her head in her hands. She left her hands slightly parted just enough to get the straw between them so that she could still easily sip her coffee without moving. Adrien smiled softly.

“Yeah, okay!” He took his coffee in hand and made his way over to the booth.

…

“Hey!”

Marinette was so startled she nearly spilled her coffee in her lap.

“Ohmigosh,” she stuttered. She looked up to see the hot blonde boy who usually sat in the corner booth.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Marinette was frozen for just a fraction of a second, eyes wide and mouth open in a look of terror. Once she realized how stupid she probably looked, she immediately attempted to compose herself.

“Oh no! I just wasn’t paying attention! Um whats up?” She spoke quickly and she stumbled a little over her words. God he was freaking hot.

“Well, my usual spot kinda got taken and there’s no more tables left. I see you here a lot so I was wondering if maybe today I could sit here with you.” This could not be happening. Marinette had a slight inclination to burst out the door and never come back. But this also had the potential to be the best day of her life. Maybe this would be the story she would tell her kids when she explained how she met their father. She’d totally have his babies. He was so hot….

“I can sit outside if you don’t want company.” Marinette immediately realized she’d been staring silently for far too long.

“NO!” Adrien jumped a little at her squeak.

“I mean, no I’d love the company, um I just didn’t realize you’d noticed me here. I mean I’ve noticed you but you’re gorgeous… I mean- Your clothes are gorgeous! Um they’re Gabriel right?” Marinette rolled her eyes in her thoughts. Real smooth. The hot boy blushed a little and scratched his head.

“Uh yeah I wear a lot of his stuff.”

“Wow, I love his designs. They’re so beautiful. I’m hoping that maybe one day I could work for him. I’m a fashion designer.” Marinette was ready to die. And she would have if she hadn’t kept imagining “Marinette, beloved idiot” on her headstone. She had no idea how to talk to men.

The hot boy sat down across from her and smiled.

“I know! My father is in the business and he speaks very highly of your work!” Marinette could feel her cheeks heating up.

“Um, oh you’ve heard of me?”

“Yeah! You’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I thought about talking to you a few times but you’ve always seemed really busy.”

“Oh yeah… Um this is kind of like my workspace away from work.” The hot boy grinned widely.

“I love this place! I won’t even tell my friends about this place because I’m scared it’ll get to popular.” Marinette chuckled.

“I know what you mean. My best friend is a reporter so I tell her I go to Starbucks so she doesn’t expose my secret lair.” Marinette let herself relax for a bit. She found conversation really easy with the hot boy. He was good making small talk and Marinette just kind of felt her worries trickle away. Briefly.

“So what are you working on right now?” Marinette clammed up almost immediately.

“Oh, um nothing important. It’s kind of lame, I um I don’t really want to talk about it. I’ll probably bore you to death.” And just like that Marinette was mentally kicking herself again. If he had asked her 24 hours earlier about her project she would probably have talked his ear off. She was extremely proud of her line and she was equally proud to be submitting it to Gabriel Agreste.

But here, in the present, the idea of her project made her nauseous.

“Well I heard that you’re working on a line for Gabriel Agreste.” Marinette prayed briefly to god and thanked him that she hadn’t had been sipping on her coffee when he said that.

“What!? Where did you hear that?” Marinette couldn’t look in a mirror but if she could’ve she would’ve see a jittery, crimson frinese (an inside joke between her and Alya) woman, fidgeting frantically with the collar of her blouse. And if she had looked in this mirror, not knowing that it was her, she would’ve laughed hysterically at the poor sap.

The hot boy however, was much nicer and much worse at reading social cues than Marinette.

“Oh you know, I have connections. I was actually considering attending the show your line’s gonna be featured in.” And if Marinette had an ounce of sanity left, it evaporated with that sentence.

“Oh.” Was all she could manage.

“I bet its gonna be great. I’ve heard really good things about your work.” If Marinette’s sanity hadn’t evaporated, she probably would’ve been very flattered.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” she said flatly. She was staring off into space with a dead look in her eyes. If the hot blonde boy saw her in any of the pieces she’d designed, she’d die for real.

“I guess I will! I got to get going but do you think I could come sit with you again another time?” Marinette suddenly looked at Adrien who looked very hopeful and a little embarrassed.

“Of course!” she responded. “Anytime!” The hot blonde boy grinned.

“Awesome, see ya Marinette!” He got up and walked away, giving Marinette a brief wave.

“Yeah! See ya!” The conflicting emotions in Marinette were so intense she nearly crushed the coffee cup in her hand. On the one hand, she was still freaking out about work and the hot boy was doing absolutely nothing to make her feel better. On the other hand, Marinette was also kind of freaking out because she was excited that the hoy boy wanted to hang out with her again even after she acted like a complete jackass in front of him. Marinette pulled out her phone, shaking a little (from caffeine or anxiety, who could say?) as she typed.

To: Alya

I need you to come over tonight. Bring wine. Coffee is not strong enough.

…

Making new friends always put Adrien in a better mood. He was glad he went to Dunn’s. That place was literally the best place on earth. It made him feel infinitely better no matter what was going on. Adrien thought about Marinette. She was funny and a little awkward but Adrien liked that. He got over the confident, sexy façade in his previous line of work very quickly. Not that there was anything wrong with confidence but he hated that every woman he seemed to come in contact with tried to give off the same old, “I’m gonna break your heart and you’re gonna like it” vibe.

Adrien sighed. He was thinking about his fathers offer again. He supposed he could handle events a lot easier with a friend. Maybe they could go together. He figured Marinette would be up front and center for the upcoming show. It wouldn’t be far fetched to say they could sit together. Although he supposed he’d have to fess up to who his father really was. He scrunched his nose a little at the idea. He liked that she didn’t know. It made their friendship feel more real. But maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

             He couldn’t exactly call 20 minutes of conversation over coffee friendship. Could he? He was reminded for a moment of how he became friends with Chloe.

“Is your name Adrien?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to be my friend.”

Maybe Adrien could be adventurous. Just proclaim that Marinette was his friend now. He chuckled a little at the idea. He regretted for a moment not asking for her number. At least then he wouldn’t have to wait for a happenstance meeting with his friend. But thinking on it, he couldn’t remember a single time he’d gone to Dunn’s after 5:00 pm and not seen her there. Jeez maybe it really was her work away from work.

Adrien let his mind wander as he drove back home. But the soft smile never left his lips. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Marinette. His new friend.

Next Chapter

SPOILER FOR NEXT CHAPTER:

“MARI WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW HIS NAME!”

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Consequences: Chapter 7

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

Words: 3480

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content. Also English isn'’ my native language so sorry for any mistakes I make.

Beckett x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: no warning for this chapter**

A/N Sorry for so big delay in releasing this chapter. Thank you for being so patient. I hope you still will keep enjoying this series. 

That was already two weeks since their classes started, making Maeve and Beckett both extremely busy. Both feeling thankful to the fact, that so far their classes never crossed, and they rarely have seen each other at home, still trying to avoid any contact with each other, as much as was possible.

In addition to Maeve’s studies and visits to the library, she was also engaged in the dance classes with her best friend Griffin. Beckett on another hand tried to spend all his free time in the library far away from the prying eyes, feeling relieved for successfully avoiding each other for so long. Shreya meantime constantly complained about the fact that she rarely seen her friend for these past weeks, not able to crash at Maeve’s place whenever she needed. So went by two weeks, and the first lesson of Anatomy was quickly approaching unaware yet of what this class will bring to them both.

“Shit,” Maeve exhaled sharply, rushing to the lecture hall, checking her clock and breathing in relief that she still had a couple of minutes till class will start. Usually, she would be there already, taking one of the best sits in the front of the auditorium, but today, to her complete bewilderment and horror, she overslept. She could feel how her breath hitched leaving her breathless not able to believe that this short run up the stairs made her out of breath already. Her mind came back to the past few days, and how extremely exhausted and tired she felt, during her dance practices. Heavily breathing, she finally reached the auditorium’s door, stopping to catch her breath before opening the door, looking around to find a free seat, hoping that it wasn’t very busy.

“Great,” she mumbled when her eyes landed on the only free space in the front of the busy auditorium. Usually, she wouldn’t mind sitting there, but this time the issue was that the only seat available was next to the person she least wanted to sit next to. She looked around once again, making sure that she didn’t miss any other seats before finally taking a first step toward the only empty seat she could see. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the increased pounding of her heart, taking a deep breath and walking toward the empty place.

Confidently, she walked toward the place and without a word took a seat, trying to ignore the infuriating smirk that appeared on the guy's face.

“I see someone had a busy evening and too much fun,” Beckett hissed, lowering his voice so only she would hear what he said.

“Did I miss anything?” she asked, ignoring what he said, her gaze focusing fully on their professor.

“Yes,” Beckett grunted, throwing a quick glance at Maeve, “Also congratulations, for making this seat officially yours for the rest of this semester.”

“What?” Maeve snapped her widened eyes toward Beckett, hoping that it was just a joke.

“This professor has some stupid rule that the seat is assigned to the student for the rest of the semester. Sooo... I guess we stuck together.” Beckett said, both trying not to look at each other once again, trying not to move, feeling how whenever they did so, their hands brushed, sending a current of electricity through them.

Maeve tapped her leg impatiently, trying to ignore the closeness of the man sitting next to her. Her forehead furrowed in concentration, while she tried to focus on the lecture, trying to focus on making notes into her notepad. She could feel how anger bubbled inside her from how calm and seemingly unaffected Beckett was. The tip of her tongue showing between her teeth, while she scribbled angrily, the pressure on her pen too much and it broke right in her hand, making her swear under her breath. Subtly Maeve threw a glance toward the clock hanging behind the professor, hoping that the end of the class is close. Berating herself straight away even for thinking about that.

What’s wrong with me... she mused, throwing another glance at the clock, that felt like the hundredth time, within these couple of minutes. Her eyes following the minute hand of a clock that seemed to drag at the speed of a turtle. Usually, I would be the one wanting for the lecture to never end and now... now I even cannot focus on anything. SHIT... I so hate him... and why should he be smelling so deliciously good... she shuddered internally, catching the subtle fragrance of woody-musky old book surrounding him mixed with the smell of the sea. Suddenly, she felt the touch of his hand on hers, her body tensing from the contact, her breath hitched, and her pulse racing.

“What?” Maeve snapped her attention to Beckett, feeling how the blush reached her cheeks, immediately removing her hand from his.

“Your pen...,” he murmured, nodding toward the broken piece in her hand.

“And what?” she hissed, furrowing her brows. “What is your problem?”

“I just wanted to check if you needed one,” Beckett said with appearing scowl on his face. “But never mind,” he shrugged after a moment of hanging silence between them, turning back to listen to the professor.

“Sorry...,” she mumbled through gritted teeth, berating herself for forgetting some spare pens, annoyed that Mr. Perfect didn’t. Taking a deep breath, Maeve looked back at Beckett, meeting his eyes before speaking again. “I shouldn’t snap at you, and if you can borrow me your pen, this would be really appreciated.”

With a short nod, Beckett reached into his backpack, taking out a designer black pen with a golden engraving holding it to Maeve without saying a word. Their fingers brushed, sending a current of electricity through them, making them both inhale sharply from the contact.

“Thank you,” Maeve murmured with a slight smile before both turning back to the professor, both trying to pay full attention to the lecture in the hope to stop being distracted by each other’s presence.

It was another hour till class was coming to its end. Both successfully able to avoid any contact with each other. Both paying full attention to what was said during the rest of the class except occasional short subtle glances they threw at each other when another wasn’t looking.

“As I mentioned before, this year's class is experimental, and along to the knowledge you will get during the class, you will have an opportunity to gain extra credits for being creative. So to speak to gain them you will need to think outside the box. Those of you who want to get extra credit should pick one of the projects you will be working individually during this semester and will present your creation at the end of it. This can be anything from videos, models, atlases to puzzles, Legos and so on. Just remember that the project will need to be creative and in the form of question answers, where your creation either gives the answer or someone needs to fill in the answers. On top of that, you will need to prepare a PowerPoint presentation that will display the process and explain your creation. Now you can go and next time I’ll meet you, those of you who are after these extra credits will need to present me with an idea of your project. Also in a week, you will have your first visit to the morgue. Hope everyone is ready.”

“You look pale,” Beckett noted when they gathered their things and moved out of the auditorium. “Don’t say you are afraid of our visit to the morgue,” he said, the infuriating smirk back once again.

“Don’t even dream about it Harrington,” Maeve growled, her eyes darken ready to say more, taking a threatening step toward Beckett, him doing the same. Their eyes meeting as their breaths mingled, sending a current of electricity, coursing through them before she took a deep calming breath, stepping away from him. “Do you mind if I keep your pen for today?” she asked in a more calmer voice, her eyes returning back to the honey color, but her heart still pounding ready to jump out of her chest.

"Yes... you--- you can keep it,” Beckett said before awkwardly stepping back, his pulse racing, and his cheeks flushed from the closeness of her just a moment ago, from her sweet scent lingering in the air. “I... I see you around I suppose. I... I need to go,” he said, abruptly turning around and leaving Maeve stunned in the middle of the hallway alone, while everyone around her rushed toward their next classes.

She stood still not moving, watching how Beckett disappeared in the crowd before her friend’s voice pulled her from thoughts she tried to avoid, tried to shush them even before they could materialize in her head.

“Finally, here you are,” Shreya singsonged, quickly hugging her friend. “What kept you so occupied for the week, that you even couldn’t make time for your friend?” she huffed, linking her hand through Maeve’s and tugging her along, ignoring Maeve’s attempts to stop. “I didn’t see you for a week already, so at least you can walk me for my next class while we discussing plans for your housewarming party this weekend.”

“What party?” Maeve asked warily, finally stopping her friend and turning to face her. “I did not plan any party... I need to study, and I have dance practice with Griffin, so...”

“Mae stop worrying just for one second. I already spoke to Griffin, and he is all up for a party. You know he never would say no to it, so you have no chances or excuses to miss it.”

“Shreya... don’t you forget anything?” Maeve tried again, sure that Beckett would never agree on anything like that.

“What?”

“My roommate? Didn’t you forget that I share a house, so this isn’t my decision to make, and he will never agree.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. I just now bumped into him and asked."

"And what did he said?" Maeve asked, trying to look as calm as possible.

"Ohhhh, he muttered, that as long as you agree... and you do agree, he also doesn’t mind as long as we will be not too loud. And we will try to be not too loud. Also, this boy got it bad for me. He blushed all the time and couldn't even make a coherent sentence,” Shreya giggled, starting to walk once again tugging Maeve along with her, leaving her no choice but reluctantly to agree to this upcoming party.

The rest of the week went by quickly, while Maeve and Beckett still tried to avoid each other as much as possible after their last encounter. Awkwardly nodding to each other in greeting when they have seen each other. Both thinking of their projects, trying to find something unique to make, something that would impress their teacher. After much deliberation, Maeve ended up choosing to create a crossword, but something was still amiss, to make it impressive. It was a Saturday morning, the day of the party when Maeve found herself sitting in their common room on a window seat propped on the multiple cushions. Her legs were tucked under the soft blanket, holding a notepad in her arms, scribbling questions she could use for her project, ripping out page after page in frustration. Not satisfied with her work, not hearing the footsteps approaching the room. She was startled by the sounds of someone’s phone pinging, frozen up, when her eyes landed on a familiar figure standing in a threshold. His brows furrowing when his eyes browsed a message received, and a heavy sigh left his lips.

“What? Your date decided to ditch you today?” Maeve smirked, watching him raise his eyes up in surprise, startled, that he wasn’t alone in the house.

“To your information... although it none of your concern, but anyway... I don’t have a date or time for that nonsense. And this was Zeph... who just decided for me, that I’m going to that party, you and your friend were planning, what I didn’t even plan to attend in the first place,” he huffed in frustration.

“Yeah, I could’ve guessed,” Maeve muttered. “Also, for your information, I didn’t plan that party and have nothing to do with it. I don’t even know how Shreya managed to get me involved in this and persuade you to agree to have a party at our place. You know... parties also are not exactly my scene.”

“Could have fooled me,” Beckett smirked, looking at the girl in front of him with a fire in his eyes. The memory of her moving body on the dance floor flooded his mind, making his breath quicken, and his cheeks flushed with the heat that was crawling up his body.

“What that suppose to mean?” Maeve asked, frowning.

“Nothing,” Beckett replied quickly before changing the subject. “What are you up to anyway?” he asked, trying not to sound too eager to change the subject. His eyes landed at the notepad in her arms, noticing multiple paper balls scattered around her. Raising her eyes Maeve’s gaze started to move along Beckett’s features, trying to find a trick in his question, involuntarily studying his face, not able to deny how attractive he looked at that moment. He was leaning on the wall next to where she sat, his arms crossed, and the sunlight was bouncing across his face, making him look even younger. His hairs weren't styled as usual but instead were tousled as if he only just left the bed. He was wearing simple worn blue jeans and a fitting white t-shirt that was highlighting his abs. Maeve gulped audibly, raising her eyes back to his, blinking as if waking up from a trance, trying desperately to fight the thoughts that just appeared in her head when her eyes wandered lower. The soft blush dusted her cheeks when she cleared her throat to speak.

“I’m trying to get an idea for an extra credit project we got. I opted for a crossword, but something is missing. And I just cannot figure out what exactly. It is if I have either too simple or too complicated questions or a mix... and whatever I come up with seems lack something.”

“Hmmmmm, do you create a paper crossword?” Beckett asked skeptically, raising his brow.

“Yeeeees... Why?”

“Don’t you think you may have more opportunities if you would use a computer? I know it wasn’t a requirement, and you probably even don’t know how to do such stuff...” his voice trailed off in contemplation what he should say next.

“Closer to the point Harrington,” she huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts pushing them up from her white top.

Beckett gulped, trying to avoid the seductive view in front of him.

“Okay... My point was that using a computer will give you more opportunities for what you can create. You can make multiple difficulty crosswords, that would be chosen for a user after he would answer a couple of preliminary questions to establish the level of knowledge.”

“Oh my God, this is genius. How I never even thought about it,” Maeve exclaimed, her eyes lighting up before her face expression falling again.

“I can help with programming part,” Beckett suggested before being able to stop the words from leaving his lips. Both looking at each other with surprised expressions on their faces, not understanding how they got there, and where this came from.

"If you... want to," both said in unison, looking at each other for a moment in complete silence.

"So... do you need my help," Beckett spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Don't you have nothing else planned," Maeve asked uncertainty, fidgeting with a blanket, her eyes lowered not meeting his gaze. "I don't want you to feel forced to help me just because it was your suggestion."

"Library is closed today for maintenance, and I completed all my assignments for next week. Also, this will allow me to practice something I also find enjoyable. So it's your call," Beckett shrugged.

"Thank you," Maeve mumbled, biting on her lower lip and raising her eyes to meet his. "I really appreciate your help, and I will not say no as I need those extra credits."

"Great then. I'll be in a moment, just need to get my laptop then and we can start if you have nothing else planned."

"Thank you," Maeve murmured, raising up and placing her hand on top of Beckett's. His breath hitched and his eyes moved to her hand, feeling how his heart skipped a beat from this simple touch of gratitude.

This will be a very loooong, looong evening. Thought Beckett before nodding to her and leaving their common room, his heart still pounding ready to break free.

After another five minutes, Beckett went downstairs, holding his laptop in his hands, looking at Maeve who still was seating on a window seat, her legs covered with a blanket.

“Soooo, where would you prefer to start,” Beckett asked, clearing his throat, looking around a living room.

“Here, if you don’t mind? This is a perfect spot with a lot of light coming from the window and here is enough space for the two of us,” she said, patting a place next to her watching him sit near her hesitantly, placing a laptop on his lap before opening it.

“Come on, Beckett,” she chuckled, looking how he awkwardly tried to find a comfortable position to sit still balancing a laptop on his laps. “Don’t be scared, I don’t bite…,” Maeve said, looking at him with a smile before continuing to speak after a moment of silence. “Usually…” she added before bursting into a fit of giggles looking at his shock stricken expression. “Come on, I’m joking. But there still is enough space for both of us, and you can tuck your legs under that blanket if you wish. Trust me, this will be more comfortable than your current position.”

Hesitating for another moment Beckett finally took a comfortable position, covering himself with a blanket and placing a computer between them. They started by drawing a simple plan for Maeve’s original idea, adding more details as they went. Discussing what Maeve could do to make this project truly impressive, with the use of modern technology, bouncing ideas they both had. They were so immersed in a discussion that they didn’t realize that this was the first time in ages when they both felt completely at ease. Their guards slowly lowered, and the true, not fake smiles from time to time lit their faces. As time went, they didn’t realize that the distance between them got shorter, and the day almost turned into evening. The darkness filling the room when Maeve’s soft laugh cut through it, drawing Beckett closer. Her hand accidentally placed on his hip, and her head thrown back before their faces got just inches apart, and her laugh stopped abruptly as if swallowed by the darkness, surrounding them. Their breath hitched, and their eyes met searching each other’s, battling the sudden pull that seemed occurred between them every time they were so close. Beckett was painfully aware of how close Maeve’s hand was placed to his hardening length, while his own as if under the spell inching to hers that was laying on the mattress. Their fingers gently brushing each other, and his body reacting to her closeness even stronger. He could feel how the heat started to rise inside him when he couldn't resist moving closer to her. Their lips just a breath away, and their hearts thumping loudly inside their chests. Their eyes met for a second, and their lips parted as if begging for contact.

She is so close, and her scent is so alluring. I just want to have the taste of her lips... I just cannot resist that. Shit, why the only thing I can think about is to kiss her right now... I need to keep my distance, thought Beckett his breath quickens, desperately trying to pull back, but as if against his will the distance shortened even more barely leaving any space between them. This felt like they both couldn’t fight that anymore as if the tension between them becoming too much to handle, not leaving them any choice but for their lips to meet. Their eyes slowly closing and Beckett’s lips softly brushing against Maeve’s before she abruptly pulled away. Her eyes shot open, and her lips parted, the panic pooling deep in her eyes, and she quickly pulled her hand away from his pressing it over her pounding heart, trying to calm it down. It seemed as if time slowed when the loud knock on the door pulled them out from their daze, returning them both to the present.

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Querencia [ Part 6 ]

🌸 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (y/n)

🌸 A/N: ... :)

🌸 Warning: surprise...?

Idols in Korea will always follow a standard; somewhat like a silent agreement to all no matter if you’re just a rookie or a seasoned on in the business. It’s no surprise that with stardom comes a sacrifice of their private lives in order to uphold a public image. But of course, drawing a fine line between the two is a difficult thing to achieve; especially when the popularity rises on a global scale.

Pursuing a career in the music industry, especially as an idol, will always be difficult. Once you enter, there’s no turning back to the so-called normal life you had. No longer will you be able to walk down the street without anyone recognizing you and asking for a little fan service or a photo.

But despite that, the gratefulness will always be present. Idols will always give their thanks to the fans that have supported their career throughout the years. After all, without them believing in their music and message, they wouldn’t be where they are at the moment. It’s a constant back and forth pendulum of support between the two partners; hence, the motivation to bring out the best of the best will always be present.

After all, what is an idol without their supporters?

So it was a surprise that there was a lingering tension in the air during the special meet and greets held by their sponsors. The fans who were lucky enough to get a pass to see their favorites could feel the weird change of atmosphere as soon as they stepped into the assigned room for the specific event. It wasn’t totally an obvious, enormous tension; more of a slight breeze if you pay attention to it.

Nonetheless, the meet and greets went accordingly and well. Nothing out of the ordinary: the usual fancams, fan services, games, teases, and many more.

For the first few ones, anyway.

By the time they were nearing the end of their scheduled events, some fans who were blessed to go for another shot to see them finally noticed some differences.

Jungkook and Yoongi would be sitting on opposite ends of the table in every single meet and greet. No fail. Hoseok would sometimes switch from sitting between the two and the rest would be shuffled. It was a weird pattern especially when they loved to shuffle seats every now and then.

During the breaks, they’d notice Yoongi always walking away from the stage a bit to mess with his phone. Meanwhile, Jungkook would trail behind any member that was farthest from him. By the time it was over and a few minutes were dedicated to playing some small games, they would be talking to one another as if nothing happened.

It was strange.

The last meet and greet before their long-awaited break finally came. Each member was looking forward to their individual plans in using their break well. After all, it was a solid two weeks before they start being busy again for the preparation of their comeback.

The program went smoothly like any other. There was extra time to sit back, relax, and let the army ask some questions to their beloved group. Some were cheesy, some were funny, and some were lovely.

Until someone opened pandora’s box.

“My question is for Jungkook oppa.” One of their younger fans who were extremely shy whispered through the microphone.

“Yes?” Jungkook bunny smiled at her.

Everyone coo-ed at the rare moment of the maknae responding to someone calling him by the term of endearment.

“Oppa, what happened to Y/N unnie? Aren’t you together?”

A stunned silence broke throughout the room. Some tried controlling their gasps from the straightforward question while the others were curiously staring at Jungkook. Namjoon was eyeing Seokjin discreetly to prepare for anything that might go out of control.

A flash of hurt appeared in the eyes of the maknae before awkwardly smiling at the young fan and bringing up the microphone to his mouth. He leaned forward while crossing his arms on the table.

“Your Y/N unnie is currently on a long break. That’s why she’s not around. Don’t worry, she’s doing well and she’s healthy! She’ll come back soon.”

The young fan, seemingly satisfied with his answer, sat back down with a smile on her face. Jungkook quietly praised himself for the quick wit on his answer; otherwise, it would have been a long explanation. Although, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt creeping inside his head.

Will she really come back?

A few hours later, with the event all wrapped up, the exhausted members headed off to their dorm for a much-needed rest. It had been a long, mentally draining day but it was worth it now that their break is in motion. Their managers gave them a few reminders before bidding them a good one and left quickly to prepare for their own break as well.

Yoongi sprinted off to his room before anyone else could get the chance to talk to him. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok excused themselves to get started on their packing while Seokjin chose to get something to eat from their fridge.

“So, are you going somewhere during the break?” Namjoon curiously asked.

“Yeah. I’m going to find Y/N.”  Jungkook didn’t bother looking at him; his phone getting all of his attention.

“Y/N? Are you sure that’s even a good idea?”

“I messed up hyung. I can’t just stay here for two weeks and do nothing. I’ve got to make it up to her.”

“Does Yoongi hyung know?”

His fingers stopped tapping on the screen. The silence was enough for Namjoon to know the answer.

“Look, hear me out okay? I’m not stopping you from going to her, that’s your own time to spend. But you’ve got to keep in mind that Yoongi hyung cares a lot about her and even he’s trying to get in touch with her.”

“But you--”

“I already know what you’re gonna say. What right do I have when I wasn’t there, correct?” Namjoon interrupted as he crossed his arms and letting out a serious glare.

“Anything that involves the group has to go through with me as well, Jungkook. Even with issues involving Y/N. Not only is she a friend to all of us, she worked under BigHit with direct contact to the group. You forget that all of us here are a family whether or not you are an employee, behind-the-scenes colleague, or an idol.”

“..Sorry hyung.”

“Y/N has a special place in Yoongi hyung’s heart and I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around as well. He really did help her get out of her lowest point when you left her Jungkook. Out of all the people who tried reaching out to her, only Yoongi hyung had the most effective response. So please, I know you made a mistake by hurting her and accusing her of so many things, but please. Whatever you’re going to do and say to her, remember there’s a small chance that you guys are getting back together. Don’t set her off to another edge, alright?”

“Another edge? What do you mean hyung?” Jungkook questioned.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Obviously not. What happened after I broke up with her hyung?”

“How can you not know after all these years?” He murmured to himself.

“What happened to her? How come I didn’t know?” Jungkook begged while shaking his arm.

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry, but it’s not my place to say what happened to her. It’s done and over with, let’s not bring up the past.”

“That’s so unfair, hyung! You obviously know everything and I’m directly involved, so why can’t I know?!” He said in frustration.

Namjoon sighed; running a hand through his face out of annoyance.

“Hyung, please. What did I do?”

“Ugh, you’re seriously putting me in a difficult position. Okay, fine, but you have to promise me that whatever you’re going to hear out of me, you’re not going to confront Yoongi into a fight and you’re not going to burst in front of Y/N when you find her, okay?”

“I promise hyung.”

“Sit down, this is gonna be a lot to take in.”

Y/N didn’t think that running back to Busan would be a good idea. She barely had anyone there who could shelter her from the hate, threats, and assaults that she received in Seoul. It was frightening how obsession can lead to pain, anger, and unwarranted actions. Y/N never meant for any of this to happen.

And yet, here she was, receiving the end of a rumor all for the sake of the man who broke her constantly.

‘Good job, Y/N. You’re the most hated person in all of South Korea. Maybe the whole world, too. Why did you even bother staying?’  Y/N thought to herself constantly.

It wasn’t like Y/N to just up and disappear the next day. She was better than that. Yoongi taught her that even in disappearances and moments of running away, you’ll find yourself still in the same position of desperation. Difficult situations are best confronted rather than prolonging the time; worse, when the situations are beyond your control.

And yet, here she was, going quite the opposite everything he imparted to her.

She could only hope that Yoongi would forgive her for what she had done. She convinced herself once again that she didn’t deserve all the love, all the affection, and all the care that he gave her after Jungkook broke up with her. All of Yoongi’s work to help her went down the drain the moment she walked away from Bang PD’s office, packed a portion of her stuff, and left. At least, that’s what she believed in.

Y/N ended up in Samjicheon, Damyang; a location known for its bamboo forests, preservation of tradition, and tranquility. She figured that the peaceful vibe could keep her sane for now and that no one would be able to bother her. It was definitely far from Seoul; a fact that she’s quite thankful for. A nice restaurant owner, upon seeing her lost and clearly down, decided to temporarily take her in. After hearing her story, he offered to have her work part-time with him up until she could figure out her next steps.

“Hey, so it looks like we’re closing early for tonight. Don’t forget to grab some food from the kitchen, Y/N, before you leave! And here’s your pay as well.” Ji Hun smiled giving her an envelope.

“Huh? But it’s not even the end of the week yet…?” Y/N pondered.

“It’s actually your bonus. You’ve been working really hard these past few weeks.”

“Ah, I can’t accept this Ji Hun-ssi! I don’t deserve this!” She panicked pushing the envelope back at him.

“Oh come on, Y/N, we talked about this! You completely deserve this! Take some time off and walk through the bamboo forests. You need to rest and relax, you look like you’re about to keel over from exhaustion. What happened to you anyway, I didn’t overwork you did I?” He frowned.

“N-no you didn’t, don’t worry about me. I’m fine! Thank you for the bonus, I promise to work harder!” Y/N bowed in gratitude.

“You silly girl, you know I appreciate you the way you are! Now go on, get going before the cosmic elements rise for the night.” He shooed her off.

Y/N walked out of the restaurant with a small relief in her. She was satisfied for now knowing that she has something to eat until tomorrow for free and she had money to spend for her needs. Ji Hun was a nice 40-year-old man; who looked like he was 30. That man reminded her of Namjoon and Hoseok. Oh, how she missed the other members so much.

‘Stop Y/N, you know it’s better this way. They don’t need you and you are a hindrance to them.’ she scolded herself.

Walking through the path in between some bamboo trees really did help her calm down from her lingering thoughts, though. It was a saving grace for her to know that the sound and scent of bamboos completely gridlocked her from her original plan of going away for good.  Maybe someone was really watching out for her in all of her unworthiness.

But it was in this moment where Y/N realized that not even the peaceful presence of the bamboo trees could completely help her upon seeing the last person she would ever have to see again in front of the simple, small hotel she’s currently residing in during her getaway.

“Why are you here? You shouldn’t have been able to find me.” Her voice broke filled with pain and sadness.

“You think running away for a few weeks, rumors, the management, or even the guys would stop me from finding you?” 

“Please don’t do this. Your fans are going to discover that you’re here and you’re going to get in trouble again.”

“The thing is Y/N, I’m off duty from being an idol right now. And judging from the place you decided to stay in; I doubt anyone would recognize you or me. Not with how you changed your hair and all.” He shrugged while placing his hands inside his pockets.

“No, you’re not. You made that clear years ago. You can never separate yourself from your idol image. And it’s okay, it’s what you chose. It’s who you are. I’ve come to terms with that.” She didn’t realize that her nerves got the best of her until he reached out to stop her hands from scratching herself again.

“Don’t do that, Y/N. Stop hurting yourself. Stop hurting the members. Stop hurting Yoongi hyung. Stop hurting me.”

“Jungkook I--”

“Please, come home. Why didn’t you tell me you almost killed yourself?”

[ Masterlist ]  [ Part 5 ]  ↭  [ Part 7 ]

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How to Approach a Guy: 16 Sneaky Tips to Help You Start the Conversation

Gone are the days when you had to wait for a guy to approach you. You’re an empowered woman…you just need to know how to approach a guy and you’ll do it.

Maybe you didn’t make the first move when you were last single, but you’re ready to try something new at this point in your life. Still, if you’re struggling with the idea of approaching a guy because you feel like you’ll come on too strong, let me help you shift your mindset.

Don’t think of approaching a man you’re interested in like you’re “hitting on a guy.”  Instead, see it as you being “extremely social.” This removes all of the pressure you might otherwise put on yourself!

Oh, and one more thing before we dive in. Don’t forget how terrified guys are of approaching women! They fear rejection. But by you learning how to approach a guy, you give him a “window of opportunity” to then start pursuing you. And there’s no rule that says just because you do the initial approaching that he doesn’t have to do some work too. Once you catch his attention, if he’s interested, he’ll need to woo you properly.

16 Tips on How to Approach a Guy

You might try all of the following suggestions, but find that one or two become your go-to moves because you’re comfortable with doing them (and they always brings success!). Or you might switch it up every time you see an attractive man just to keep things interesting. Either way, the more you practice, the more confident you’ll become at approaching men.

1. Ask to Borrow the Salt

My favorite suggestions on this list are the ones that you could do to anyone, whether it was a cute guy or not. Who’s going to think you’re hitting on him just because you ask to borrow the salt from his table at a restaurant?? (Just make sure there isn’t a salt shaker sitting on your table!)

As he’s reaching to get the salt, do a quick scan of the situation to find something to start a conversation about. You could ask how he likes his steak or compliment him. Use the “I need salt” excuse as a foot in the door so that you don’t simply turn back around and shake sodium on your meal, and that ends that opportunity.

2. Ask What He’s Drinking

I always tell my coaching clients to sit at the bar if they want to meet someone. It’s hard to strike up a conversation when you’re at a table, but when you’re sitting right next to a good-looking guy, it’s much easier.

Particularly if you haven’t ordered your drink yet, you can ask what he’s drinking. If it sounds good, ask more about it. If he’s interested, he’ll let you taste it. Use the opportunity to talk about the merits of different beers or liquors, then make yourself comfortable in the seat next to his.

The worst that can happen is that he’s not interested or his girlfriend returns from the bathroom (check to see if there’s a purse in the chair next to him first!). But even then, at least you got a good drink recommendation.

3. Pretend Like You Know Him

Want to know how to approach a man? Pretend you know him.

Okay, it may be a little devious, but what’s the harm in pretending like the guy looks familiar? It’ll get him to open up as he tries to figure out how you might know him.

“Do you go to the gym down the street? Or maybe you know my cousin Beth?”

Eventually, he’ll have to give up the guessing game and just have a conversation with you. If you’re feeling extra sassy, you could even confess that you made it up as an excuse to talk to him.

4. Brush By Him on the Way to the Restroom

Sam is sitting on a stool at the bar when a beautiful woman (you) lightly brushes his backside as she passes. It was an accident, he thinks, until he looks up and sees your smiling face. Maybe it was no accident after all…

Obviously, this is a weird thing to do if there’s plenty of space on the way to the ladies’ room…or if he’s not sitting anywhere near the path there! But in a crowded bar, it’s the perfect excuse. If you bump him slightly, you now have an excuse to talk to him and apologize.

5. Stay Centrally Located

The booth in the corner might be your favorite seat at your local restaurant, but this position won’t help you succeed at how to approach a guy. Instead, stay in the center of the room wherever you go. When you’re centrally located, you’re more likely to get the attention of males in the room, and this will increase odds that a guy will come talk to you.

If you’re with a group of friends, sit on the outside, rather than flanked by your ladies, to make it a little less intimidating for a man to approach you.

6. Ask the Score of the Game

A sports bar is a great place to meet men!

Whether you’re into sports or not, being in a sports bar during a game is a great opportunity to meet men. This is another good time to sit at the bar rather than at a table. That simple question, “what’s the score?” will be enough to get him to peel his eyes away from the television to be swept away by you. If you’re genuinely into the game, you can talk stats and players. If you’re clueless, ask questions to make him feel like he has something to teach you.

Don’t be too offended if he spends more time watching the game than flirting with you; he came to the bar with one intent for the evening, while you came for another. If you think he’s into you, stick around and see what happens at halftime.

7. Talk to His Friend First

If, as you’re learning how to approach a guy, you’re not quite ready to walk up to a man you’ve been eyeing, try this: talk to his friend(s) first. You can use any of the techniques in this list geared toward them. Ask the friend for a salt shaker. Tell him he looks familiar. Get comfortable talking to the friend and then open your conversation up to include the object of your desire.

Nobody likes to be ignored when their friend is flirting with someone else, so this strategy makes sure to include the friend as well as use that conversation as a jumping off point to talk to the guy you’re crushing on.

8. Simply Smile and Say Hello

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Not every one of these tips on how to approach a guy requires strategic planning. The simplest technique is to just smile at him and say hello. Introduce yourself and ask his name. Again, this isn’t hitting on him; you’re just being friendly.

Pay attention to his reaction. You can easily tell if he’s interested in you; watch his body language. If he turns toward you, that’s an excellent sign. If he leans in toward you, even better. If he smiles while he’s talking and even asks you questions, he’s definitely into you.

9. Compliment Him

Everybody — and I mean everybody likes being complimented. It’s a great way to put someone at ease, especially because when your gorgeous self approaches him, he might get a bit nervous!

Keep the compliment simple. Focus on:

His clothes

His shoes

His hair/facial hair

His drink or food choice

Once you’ve given the compliment and see how he responds (positively, I’m willing to bet), ask a question and get a conversation going.

10. Connect with Him on Social Media

This tip is for a man that you already know, maybe through friends or your social circle. In that case, a tip for how to approach a man might happen digitally, through social media.

You can follow him on Instagram, but chances are he’ll never notice if you do. Facebook is a better channel to get his attention because he has to approve the friend request. Once you’re connected, be sure to comment on his status updates to stay on his radar. Maybe you can share a post that reminds you of him (and say just that), like a video of a basketful of sloths (he loves sloths).

11. Ask Him a Question

A question is a great icebreaker when approaching a guy.

The sky’s the limit with this tip. You can ask him about the weather, what he’s listening to on his headphones, what he ordered…

You could even stump him by asking him a question that completely takes him off guard.

“Would you rather never eat your favorite food again and be rich or be completely broke and be able to eat it?”

“If your house was on fire, what’s the one thing you would take?”

“What’s your dream vacation?”

No man expects a woman to approach him asking these types of questions, so you’ll instantly get his attention.

12. Order a Drink for Him

You’ve seen this move in romcoms, but it’s usually the dude sending a drink over to a pretty lady. You’re empowered, so flip the script and send one to him.

When the server brings him his drink, be ready with a smile and a wave from across the room. I guarantee he will get up and walk over to you. Classy!

13. Ask a Friend to Introduce You

So you find out that the guy you are lusting after at a party is a coworker of your best friend. This is one of the easiest ways to learn how to approach a man because you’ve already got an in: your friend.

Grill her to find out what she knows about him. Obviously, start by finding out if he’s available and straight, but then see what she knows about his interests. She can help you find common ground. Maybe you both love hiking. She can use that commonality when she introduces you to get the conversation started. From there, it’s up to you to dazzle.

14. Make a Face at Him

Catch him off guard. Make a funny face!

Most of the tips I’ve given so far are pretty standard in terms of how men and women meet in public places. But maybe you’re extra spunky and want to stand out from everyone else who’s ever flirted with this guy. Try this: stick your tongue out at him or make a funny face, then smile. He will be so thrown off that he’ll want to know why you did it. Your reply might be something like:

“I assume you’ve heard every pickup line in the book, so I wanted to try something different to get your attention.”

In fact, he probably hasn’t heard that many pickup lines, but he’ll be flattered that you think so.

15. Beckon Him with Your Finger

If you want to know how to approach a guy, sometimes you’ve got to be bold, like in #14. Another bold move: if the two of you are making lingering eye contact across the room for a while, just smile and beckon him with your finger.

You: [smile and beckon]

Him: [looks behind him] “Who me?”

You: “Yes, you. Get over here!”

16. Dance By Yourself

Let me just say: if you’re at a dance club and you are surrounded by your besties, there’s no way a man is entering that shark pit. It’s too darn intimidating. So if you see a man looking your way, separate yourself from the pack and dance alone. It’s much easier for him to approach you, and if you smile and toss your hair in his direction (or maybe use that finger to beckon him) he’ll understand that you want him to dance with you.

What to Do Once You Approach

Possibilities are endless once you learn how to approach a guy.

You’ve already done the hard work by succeeding with your plan on how to approach a guy…but now what? You’ve mesmerized him with your flirting skills…but what do you do with him now?

Most women I’ve coached find that once they get over the initial fear of rejection and see that the man responds positively to their efforts to get his attention, that the rest is easy. If you’re a good fit with this guy, the conversation should flow easily. If not, well, he might not be right for you.

Just don’t put pressure on yourself. The worst case is that you have a short conversation with the guy, realize you’re not compatible (maybe when he boasts about his massive gun collection), then walk away. No harm, no foul.

The best case is that you hit it off. You laugh and talk for hours. Your friends leave you there so you can keep talking. He gets your number. He calls. You go out and live happily ever after…er, or something in between these two situations.

Regardless of what happens, you’re simply sharpening your dating skills, which can be valuable, particularly if you’ve been out of the game for a while. So even if it doesn’t work out, you’re getting some value out of the situation.

Conclusion:

It may take a few tries before you can psych yourself up enough to learn how to approach a guy with confidence and ease, but you’ll get there. I understand that your self-esteem might have taken a tumble due to past relationships, but there’s no better time to rebuild it than right now!

Test out these strategies. See what works for you, and what you’re most comfortable with. While I do encourage you to push beyond your comfort zone, I don’t want you to try any strategy that gives you outright anxiety. Dating should be fun! Keep that in mind.

If your self-esteem does need a little work, why not download my ebook, Men Love Confident Women? You’ll get tips that will get you back to your sexy, sassy self.

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How to Approach a Guy: 16 Sneaky Tips to Help You Start the Conversation

Gone are the days when you had to wait for a guy to approach you. You’re an empowered woman…you just need to know how to approach a guy and you’ll do it.

Maybe you didn’t make the first move when you were last single, but you’re ready to try something new at this point in your life. Still, if you’re struggling with the idea of approaching a guy because you feel like you’ll come on too strong, let me help you shift your mindset.

Don’t think of approaching a man you’re interested in like you’re “hitting on a guy.”  Instead, see it as you being “extremely social.” This removes all of the pressure you might otherwise put on yourself!

Oh, and one more thing before we dive in. Don’t forget how terrified guys are of approaching women! They fear rejection. But by you learning how to approach a guy, you give him a “window of opportunity” to then start pursuing you. And there’s no rule that says just because you do the initial approaching that he doesn’t have to do some work too. Once you catch his attention, if he’s interested, he’ll need to woo you properly.

16 Tips on How to Approach a Guy

You might try all of the following suggestions, but find that one or two become your go-to moves because you’re comfortable with doing them (and they always brings success!). Or you might switch it up every time you see an attractive man just to keep things interesting. Either way, the more you practice, the more confident you’ll become at approaching men.

1. Ask to Borrow the Salt

My favorite suggestions on this list are the ones that you could do to anyone, whether it was a cute guy or not. Who’s going to think you’re hitting on him just because you ask to borrow the salt from his table at a restaurant?? (Just make sure there isn’t a salt shaker sitting on your table!)

As he’s reaching to get the salt, do a quick scan of the situation to find something to start a conversation about. You could ask how he likes his steak or compliment him. Use the “I need salt” excuse as a foot in the door so that you don’t simply turn back around and shake sodium on your meal, and that ends that opportunity.

2. Ask What He’s Drinking

I always tell my coaching clients to sit at the bar if they want to meet someone. It’s hard to strike up a conversation when you’re at a table, but when you’re sitting right next to a good-looking guy, it’s much easier.

Particularly if you haven’t ordered your drink yet, you can ask what he’s drinking. If it sounds good, ask more about it. If he’s interested, he’ll let you taste it. Use the opportunity to talk about the merits of different beers or liquors, then make yourself comfortable in the seat next to his.

The worst that can happen is that he’s not interested or his girlfriend returns from the bathroom (check to see if there’s a purse in the chair next to him first!). But even then, at least you got a good drink recommendation.

3. Pretend Like You Know Him

Want to know how to approach a man? Pretend you know him.

Okay, it may be a little devious, but what’s the harm in pretending like the guy looks familiar? It’ll get him to open up as he tries to figure out how you might know him.

“Do you go to the gym down the street? Or maybe you know my cousin Beth?”

Eventually, he’ll have to give up the guessing game and just have a conversation with you. If you’re feeling extra sassy, you could even confess that you made it up as an excuse to talk to him.

4. Brush By Him on the Way to the Restroom

Sam is sitting on a stool at the bar when a beautiful woman (you) lightly brushes his backside as she passes. It was an accident, he thinks, until he looks up and sees your smiling face. Maybe it was no accident after all…

Obviously, this is a weird thing to do if there’s plenty of space on the way to the ladies’ room…or if he’s not sitting anywhere near the path there! But in a crowded bar, it’s the perfect excuse. If you bump him slightly, you now have an excuse to talk to him and apologize.

5. Stay Centrally Located

The booth in the corner might be your favorite seat at your local restaurant, but this position won’t help you succeed at how to approach a guy. Instead, stay in the center of the room wherever you go. When you’re centrally located, you’re more likely to get the attention of males in the room, and this will increase odds that a guy will come talk to you.

If you’re with a group of friends, sit on the outside, rather than flanked by your ladies, to make it a little less intimidating for a man to approach you.

6. Ask the Score of the Game

A sports bar is a great place to meet men!

Whether you’re into sports or not, being in a sports bar during a game is a great opportunity to meet men. This is another good time to sit at the bar rather than at a table. That simple question, “what’s the score?” will be enough to get him to peel his eyes away from the television to be swept away by you. If you’re genuinely into the game, you can talk stats and players. If you’re clueless, ask questions to make him feel like he has something to teach you.

Don’t be too offended if he spends more time watching the game than flirting with you; he came to the bar with one intent for the evening, while you came for another. If you think he’s into you, stick around and see what happens at halftime.

7. Talk to His Friend First

If, as you’re learning how to approach a guy, you’re not quite ready to walk up to a man you’ve been eyeing, try this: talk to his friend(s) first. You can use any of the techniques in this list geared toward them. Ask the friend for a salt shaker. Tell him he looks familiar. Get comfortable talking to the friend and then open your conversation up to include the object of your desire.

Nobody likes to be ignored when their friend is flirting with someone else, so this strategy makes sure to include the friend as well as use that conversation as a jumping off point to talk to the guy you’re crushing on.

8. Simply Smile and Say Hello

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Not every one of these tips on how to approach a guy requires strategic planning. The simplest technique is to just smile at him and say hello. Introduce yourself and ask his name. Again, this isn’t hitting on him; you’re just being friendly.

Pay attention to his reaction. You can easily tell if he’s interested in you; watch his body language. If he turns toward you, that’s an excellent sign. If he leans in toward you, even better. If he smiles while he’s talking and even asks you questions, he’s definitely into you.

9. Compliment Him

Everybody — and I mean everybody likes being complimented. It’s a great way to put someone at ease, especially because when your gorgeous self approaches him, he might get a bit nervous!

Keep the compliment simple. Focus on:

His clothes

His shoes

His hair/facial hair

His drink or food choice

Once you’ve given the compliment and see how he responds (positively, I’m willing to bet), ask a question and get a conversation going.

10. Connect with Him on Social Media

This tip is for a man that you already know, maybe through friends or your social circle. In that case, a tip for how to approach a man might happen digitally, through social media.

You can follow him on Instagram, but chances are he’ll never notice if you do. Facebook is a better channel to get his attention because he has to approve the friend request. Once you’re connected, be sure to comment on his status updates to stay on his radar. Maybe you can share a post that reminds you of him (and say just that), like a video of a basketful of sloths (he loves sloths).

11. Ask Him a Question

A question is a great icebreaker when approaching a guy.

The sky’s the limit with this tip. You can ask him about the weather, what he’s listening to on his headphones, what he ordered…

You could even stump him by asking him a question that completely takes him off guard.

“Would you rather never eat your favorite food again and be rich or be completely broke and be able to eat it?”

“If your house was on fire, what’s the one thing you would take?”

“What’s your dream vacation?”

No man expects a woman to approach him asking these types of questions, so you’ll instantly get his attention.

12. Order a Drink for Him

You’ve seen this move in romcoms, but it’s usually the dude sending a drink over to a pretty lady. You’re empowered, so flip the script and send one to him.

When the server brings him his drink, be ready with a smile and a wave from across the room. I guarantee he will get up and walk over to you. Classy!

13. Ask a Friend to Introduce You

So you find out that the guy you are lusting after at a party is a coworker of your best friend. This is one of the easiest ways to learn how to approach a man because you’ve already got an in: your friend.

Grill her to find out what she knows about him. Obviously, start by finding out if he’s available and straight, but then see what she knows about his interests. She can help you find common ground. Maybe you both love hiking. She can use that commonality when she introduces you to get the conversation started. From there, it’s up to you to dazzle.

14. Make a Face at Him

Catch him off guard. Make a funny face!

Most of the tips I’ve given so far are pretty standard in terms of how men and women meet in public places. But maybe you’re extra spunky and want to stand out from everyone else who’s ever flirted with this guy. Try this: stick your tongue out at him or make a funny face, then smile. He will be so thrown off that he’ll want to know why you did it. Your reply might be something like:

“I assume you’ve heard every pickup line in the book, so I wanted to try something different to get your attention.”

In fact, he probably hasn’t heard that many pickup lines, but he’ll be flattered that you think so.

15. Beckon Him with Your Finger

If you want to know how to approach a guy, sometimes you’ve got to be bold, like in #14. Another bold move: if the two of you are making lingering eye contact across the room for a while, just smile and beckon him with your finger.

You: [smile and beckon]

Him: [looks behind him] “Who me?”

You: “Yes, you. Get over here!”

16. Dance By Yourself

Let me just say: if you’re at a dance club and you are surrounded by your besties, there’s no way a man is entering that shark pit. It’s too darn intimidating. So if you see a man looking your way, separate yourself from the pack and dance alone. It’s much easier for him to approach you, and if you smile and toss your hair in his direction (or maybe use that finger to beckon him) he’ll understand that you want him to dance with you.

What to Do Once You Approach

Possibilities are endless once you learn how to approach a guy.

You’ve already done the hard work by succeeding with your plan on how to approach a guy…but now what? You’ve mesmerized him with your flirting skills…but what do you do with him now?

Most women I’ve coached find that once they get over the initial fear of rejection and see that the man responds positively to their efforts to get his attention, that the rest is easy. If you’re a good fit with this guy, the conversation should flow easily. If not, well, he might not be right for you.

Just don’t put pressure on yourself. The worst case is that you have a short conversation with the guy, realize you’re not compatible (maybe when he boasts about his massive gun collection), then walk away. No harm, no foul.

The best case is that you hit it off. You laugh and talk for hours. Your friends leave you there so you can keep talking. He gets your number. He calls. You go out and live happily ever after…er, or something in between these two situations.

Regardless of what happens, you’re simply sharpening your dating skills, which can be valuable, particularly if you’ve been out of the game for a while. So even if it doesn’t work out, you’re getting some value out of the situation.

Conclusion:

It may take a few tries before you can psych yourself up enough to learn how to approach a guy with confidence and ease, but you’ll get there. I understand that your self-esteem might have taken a tumble due to past relationships, but there’s no better time to rebuild it than right now!

Test out these strategies. See what works for you, and what you’re most comfortable with. While I do encourage you to push beyond your comfort zone, I don’t want you to try any strategy that gives you outright anxiety. Dating should be fun! Keep that in mind.

If your self-esteem does need a little work, why not download my ebook, Men Love Confident Women? You’ll get tips that will get you back to your sexy, sassy self.

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10 Signs to Suspect an Office Romance

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Forbes Magazine says: “Of those who have dated a coworker, 42 percent said they had an ongoing, casual relationship; 36 percent said they had a “random office hookup;” 29 percent had been in a serious, long-term relationship; and 16 percent had met their spouse or partner at work.”

Love is a battlefield. And love at the office is a war zone. Here are 10 signs that your suspecting office romance is on the offense. Knowing them will gear you up.

1.  Intentions & Statuses

This can be trickiest part. Romance comes in all forms because of everyone’s varying intentions. She’s taken. He’s married. She’s his boss. He’s her work husband. They work in different departments. They work in the same cubicle. Before assessing any of the other factors, it’s important to understand this part foremost. Is it simply because of the thrill of something forbidden? How about pure lust? Is it a throw at the office’s social/political environment? What are his or her potential motivations to seduce you? And finally, would you like this person even if he or she didn’t work where you work.

2. Rapport and Familiarity

It’s important to at least get along with your colleagues. Unnecessary friction at the office will slow down an otherwise efficient and productive workday. So of course, rapport and overall good morale is expected. To tell the difference between just colleagues and something more, you really need to pay attention to frequency and proximity. Sure, he could ask you,” How you’re doing?” one day, without a thought, but if he asks you consistently every day or even multiple times a day, there’s room to question. Also, watch how close she is to you throughout the workday. Does she kind of always linger at your desk? Or she leaves and arrives almost always near the same time you do.

3. Body Language

There are exhaustive lists of what body language signs women and men display when attracted to someone. But I think the main indications to look out for are ones demonstrated by your co-worker’s eyes, voice, and posture. She will look at you way more intensely without breaking eye contact. Shifting between eyes and dilation is hard to miss. Blink rate, batting, and staring. His voice will sound softer when talking to you. Soft as almost a lover’s whisper. His voice might even boom sometimes just so he can grab your attention. It certainly depends on the context but frequent changes in pitch and tone are very strong indicators. And finally, examine posture. There will be minimal distance between you two. No longer will you be in that normal “professional” physical proximity bubble. Leaning in, brushing shoulders, and knocking knees.

4. Emphasis on His/Her Personal Life

When you have an office crush, the last thing you want is for him/her to continuously think about work and think of you exclusively in that realm. She will try to break out of that office role as much as possible. She’ll mention her hobbies and invade the typical workday with tons of detail of over what she did that weekend or what she did at home. Sometimes, personal life can be used as an effective gauge for the suspecting seducer to test your interest. He’ll mention his plans of going somewhere in the near future and only hope you’ll be interested to join him. And lastly, there will be some more personal discussions. Sharing of personal goals/news, asking for opinions/help, venting, teasing, and making inside jokes.

5. Some “Push-and-Pull”

In the course of this office romance, maybe one party might think they’re catching too strong feelings or alternatively, another party might feel suffocated by another’s presence. Either reason is a good sign because it’s an indication of influence on the other person. As a reaction to this influence, they might act out on attention-seeking behavior or simply try to avoid the other person altogether. It can happen subconsciously and consciously. If it’s happening though, and quite noticeably, something’s up. Calling out on the other person, missing meetings, and coming in extremely early/late.

6. Variances in Mood & Appearance

If you say something negative towards them or happen to be quite critical, they take it way too personally. And might displace their emotions to other people and their work. If you say something positive to them, they perk up and show their best colors and might even brag. Pair the fluctuations of mood with fluctuations of appearance and you got a sure-fire sign. Watch closely both how fast and how intensely they change as well. Did he suddenly clench his fists? Why did she crumple that copy so melodramatically? She’s wearing bright lipstick today. He’s wearing cologne tomorrow.

7. Interaction with Other Co-workers

A good measure of reading your co-worker’s feelings is well, other co-workers. They are reflections of what should look like a purely professional relationship. They can serve as objective comparisons. Pay close attention to how the suspecting crush treats you and treats others. Sometimes, they might use the other workers as a good cushion to get to you…He might be frequently talking to your cubicle neighbor simply so he can get brownie points. Other times, they might use other co-workers to attract your attention or make themselves be perceived as approachable.

8. Surreptitiously Flirting

They’ll flirt with you just at that edge. Just substantially enough to make you question, but not explicitly enough to call on it. Verbal and non-verbal. Lots of “accidental” and truly accidental touching which include: brushing arms, knocking knees, and guiding hands. Verbalized excuses paired with “accidental” touching are even bolder moves; This means smiling and saying “I didn’t mean to bump into you, there.” And when it comes to verbal flirting, there will be a lot of underhanded compliments that imply some sensuality like, “You’re so fit” or “Your voice is so rich.”

9. Love Triangle(s)

If the work crush ever gets overcomplicated, then multiple parties will pile up. With more complicated feelings, more complicated clutter will follow. Maybe he’s in a relationship that’s long-distance. She’s on-and-off with her ex. Maybe they just want to make you jealous. Throw some more co-workers into the mix and you have a high-stake office romance brewing.

10. Receiving/Giving A Little Extra

Way long after the work day, if you’re thinking about them, their behavior, about your behavior, that’s enough to suspect. This could range as something as mundane as him getting you that favorite cup of coffee or as elaborate as helping you shift that deadline so you can get another project done to as something as simple as that killer smile or that misty, solemn stare.

If your suspecting office beau displays all or most of these signs, it’s a sealed fact that there is something more than professional going on. Just trust your intuition. If things feel a little extra, a little like everything is an oxymoron, then yeah, you have a very apparent office romance under your nose.

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Title:  A secret unveiled pt 2 of 2 Rating: NC-17 Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou Series: Sex Pistols Part of: Alt Universe; second part to A secret unveiled pt 1 For: Catherine Ly Notes:  After dating Shirou for a while, Yonekuni is ready to take the big step, never knowing that his mother doesn’t agree with his decision.  With a plan and a way to get her hands on a rare breed, will Yonekuni be able to finally tell Shirou how he feels and ask him the one question that will rock Shirou’s world all together.  For Catherine.  I hope I did your idea justice :3  Makio is out of character, sorry.  I need to practice writing her >.>.  Hope it reads okay, I struggled with this so much.  I’m not good at action scenes and I also took liberties at the end with Shirou’s parents, it ends abruptly on purpose (doesn’t make any sense anyway >.>).

The soft sound of the dial tone in his ear before smiling to himself and flipping the phone closed, slipping it into his pocket before fingering the box in his pocket.  Spending his lunch break, the same way he had been spending it by visiting jewelry shops near by, at the one shop that he had chosen.  Paying off the ring with all the money he had been saving, working extra shifts while his canine lover helped him in the classes they were in, he planned to surprise Shirou that night.  Ever since he had his lover move in with him, the urge for more wouldn’t leave him and now that he had bought the ring, engraving and all, he was about to do what his brother had done in high school.  Now all he had to do was make sure he didn’t screw this up the way he did when he asked Shirou to move in.

Finishing the last of his shift for that night, glad that he had the following two days off, he headed home.  Pulling his jacket closer, shivering as the cold started to get to him, he was glad to see the train coming as he approached the station.  Taking a seat in the nearly empty car, he pulled out the box from his pocket.  A simple gold back with a small inscription on the inside that read what he felt for the canine.  He was sure that his lover would like it, at least, he hoped that Shirou liked it.  The announcement over heat of the station he needed to get off, slipping the ring back into the box then back into his pocket before exiting the car.  His steps quickened as he reached the apartment complex, taking the stairs two at a time while an uneasy feeling came over him.  A feeling that he couldn’t understand and wouldn’t until he opened the door.

Pausing in the doorway, his hand dropped from the door knob before he breathed deeply, trying to remember the scent that assaulted his senses.  A scent that didn’t belong to anyone that lived in this apartment.  Closing the door, calling out Shirou’s name as he searched the apartment for his lover.  The uneasy feeling he had morphed into panic as he recognized the scent of his mother.  Searching the apartment room by room, finding it empty with the bed made and dinner cold on the counter, he dropped onto the plush chair that Shirou seemed to favorite.

Why would his mother drop by?  Not when she barely had any contact with him and Kunimasa.  His eyes widened, could she have told Shirou about the arrangement she set up?  Forcing it on him to the point that he had to entertain her.  Putting an end to it when she started to hint for more, setting her straight that this was a mistake and he was just doing her a favor.  Watching her run out of the restaurant several weeks ago, heading home and meeting his lover at the stairs.  The flushed look to Shirou’s cheeks, the sly and shy glances the male sent him and the way he talked to him as they walked up the stairs.

Papers scattered on the floor caught his attention, as if they were dropped suddenly then stepped on.  It wasn’t like Shirou to leave things scattered everywhere.  To leave a mess before leaving the apartment.  Picking the papers up, his hands clenched and his eyes scanned the pages, reading quickly as he tried piece together the information before pulling out his phone.  Quickly dialing Shirou’s number, cursing when it went straight to his voice mail.  He didn’t know where to start looking for his lover.  Hell, he didn’t know what his mother was up to, but it wasn’t anything good if she wasn’t involved.

Rolling the papers in his hands, shoving them into his back pocket as he started to pace up and down the apartment while trying to call the family restaurant.  When he finally got an answer, demanding to talk to Karen when his youngest brother answered.  Waiting to hear the older woman’s voice and when she did answer, he didn’t waste any time and got straight to the point.

“Where’s mom?”  The pause before her answer caused dread to fill him as she struggled for an answer.  ”As far as I know, she’s most likely out of the country.  She’s been extremely busy the past couple of month-”  Never bothering to give her a chance to finish, he slipped his shoes back on as he opened the door, leaving.  ”She’s not.  She’s here in Japan and has been in the apartment.  And now Shirou’s missing.  She’s up to something and if you don’t know what, I’m going to find out what and get my lover back.”  He explained coming home to the apartment that stood cold and empty, papers printed with his mother’s name on it and her lingering scent.

As he flagged down a cab, Karen’s words stopped him cold.  ”You know, Yonekuni, I’ve never seen you so worried about someone who wasn’t family.”  The sigh from the other end before the older woman told him that she would call him if she heard anything from Makio.  He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to let time slip by when his canine was out there, taken by his mother.  Not bothering to wait for Karen to call him, he gave the address to the cab driver and decided to look for his mother himself.  As the building that his mother’s company ran came into sight, he paid the driver once he stopped, waiting for the vehicle to drive off before stepping forward.

And while workers were leaving for the day, the building was still bright as some chose to stay behind to catch up on work.  Bypassing the workers that were leaving and those that chose to stay, he headed to the elevator and entered, pressing the button for the top floor.  The right up was torturous, his mind reeling with ideas to what his mother had planned and with Shirou admitting that he felt like he was being watched.  Those who came up to him and, gritting his teeth remembering the foreign scent on Shirou.  The emotions that were still new to him, the rage and the blind hot possessiveness he felt.

With a ding above, the doors of the elevator slid open.  Quickly striding down the long hallway to the office, pausing when a smaller woman nearly ran into him.  He watched her eyes light up before she blushed.  ”Ah, Yonekuni-kun, Makio-sama said to give this to you if I were to see you,” Snatching the envelope that she had pulled from her bag and opened it.  Eyes scanning the letter as he read the contents.  ”What the?  I told her that I’m not going to accept any marriage requests and now she’s demanding me to?”  Crumpling the letter in his hand, unaware that he startled the woman in front of him.

“Y-you know, Yonekuni-kun, Makio-sama has a big event going on tomorrow,” through narrowed eyes he watched, seeing her fluster before she continued.  ”She has an auction going on for some of the elites of the world-”  She stopped in mid sentence before she started to plead and beg for him not to say a word to his mother that she had let it slip.  ”I shouldn’t have told you, she’s going to kill me.”  She tried to sneak away, tried to by pass him only to find herself pinned to the wall, the aggressive male looming over her.  This woman knew what was going on and she was going, working with his mother to take his lover away from him.

“You’re going to tell me where this auction’s taking place and you’re going to tell me know.”  His words calm and evenly spoken, but she could detect the treat that wasn’t hidden in his voice.  Words fumbled, making less sense as she tried to dodge his attempts.  ”Listen and listen closely as I’m only going to tell you once.  NOw, where the fuck is the auction being held at?”  His voice low now as his hand clenched into a fist as it was braced beside her head.  His narrowed eyes watched as she finally caved, catching the flare he let go.  Words flowed quickly from her mouth, giving him the name of a private, fancy hotel located in the heard of Tokyo.

With the words of “You better be right,” he turned and walked away, never seeing the woman collapse to the ground in fear.

The ride down the elevator was even slower than when he rode it up, pulling out his phone to call Karen once again, the silence on the other end until she barked out an order from the other side of the room.  ”I was wondering what she has been up to.  She’s been pretty busy this past year, jet setting from one part of the country to the other, over seas and holding busy dinners here a few months ago.”  He took a deep breath before giving her the address of the hotel the secretary had blabbed before he hung up.  Exiting the building, walking the few blocks that would take him to the address the hotel, pausing at the door as a group of well to do business men left before entering.

With only one hotel clerk working the front desk, Yonekuni had to settle for waiting behind a group of three people, listening to them argue via a translator.  Struggling the place the language, the sound of fists being slammed down and the low, throaty growl before the sound of the clerk seeming to beg the man to calm down.  Near silence, the low voice of a translator talking to the man before a hearty laugh filled the room, he finally placed the language.  Watching them leave, turning to the clerk and hearing the sigh of relief.  Stepping forward when called, requesting a room all the while trying to get information out of the clerk about the event tomorrow.  The heavy sigh, dropping of shoulders as the man typed in the information for his room.  ”As I told the previous group, sir, I haven’t a clue what’s going on.  Only those who are of high rank in this hotel know what’s going on.”

Taking the key that the clerk offered him, he turned without a word and his back to the wall, he stood just off to the side of the large group that decided to gather in the lobby.  He was close enough to hear them talk but far enough to remain inconspicuous.  The excited and heated words, each one asking among themselves what they’re bidding on, taking wild guesses on the species.  A few chuckled to themselves, they had received  invitation earlier that year and did some investigating on their own to find out.

Clamping his lips closed, biting his tongue from lashing out and saying anything lest he jeopardize Shirou’s safety.  To hear what some of them planned sent waves of disgust through him.  He never thought he would hear something like that.  Controlling the rage he felt, pressing his back against the wall as a familiar figure entered the lobby, clapping her hands to get their attention.  He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but from the way everyone was murmuring, it wasn’t good.  Following behind the group as they set off after the blond woman, the grasp on his arm stopped him.  His lip curled in disgust as he shook the hand off of him.

“Yonekuni?”  His head jerked up at the sound of his brother’s voice.

“Kunimasa?  What’re you doing here?”  He eyed the get up his younger brother was dressed up in.  In the same uniformed clothes that his mother’s body guards would wear.  The  earpiece in the nekomata’s ear buzzed before his brother stepped back, away from him.  ”Mom hired me for some extra cash to help with some personal matters.”  He didn’t bother asking what his brother meant, he didn’t care at the moment.  All that he cared about was finding his partner, and though he couldn’t admit it to him, the ticking in the back of his mind about his brother working for their mother.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Shirou is, would you?”  He watched, calmly as his brother’s expression turned from seriousness to that of confusion.

“Fujiwara?  Why would I know where he is?”  A question for his question, a sound under his breath before pulling away from Kunimasa, he continued down the call.  The hand on his shoulder stopped him once again, the serious look the heavyweight wore was back.  He didn’t have time to sit and chat, not with him about to loose the group he was following.  The presence at his side, telling him that Kunimasa was following him and when his brother caught up to him, he explained the situation the best he could to Kunimasa.  Cursing when he lost track of the group, his younger brother’s words stopped him.

“I believe I have an easier way for you to go about looking for Fujiwara.”  Following Kunimasa as he took a sharp turn towards the elevator down the hall only to stop a few doors down.  A key was pulled out, swiping it through the lock and followed Kunimasa into the relatively large room.  Door closing behind him, the dark haired male explained further.  ”You can’t get really far into the event looking the way you do right now, and the easiest way to get in is to be dressed as a hired guard.”  The slide of a closet door, a suit tossed towards him before Kunimasa handed him an ear piece and sunglasses.

“We’re roughly the same size, so this suit should fit you.”  Watching Kunimasa straighten up then sit on the bed while he took a seat on a chair off to the side.  ”So what makes you think Fujiwara’s here?”  He dug into his back pocket, tossing the rolled papers he had shoved in there earlier to Kunimasa.  ”He mentioned that he had been harassed by people all year.  And now, over hearing those fools out there,” jerking his head in the direction of the door.  ”He’s here and I’ve got to get him back before anything happens.”

Reaching and pulling the box from his pocket, opening it up to show his brother what he meant.  He could see his brother’s eyes widen and a low whistle under his breath.  ”Shit, you’re serious about him, aren’t you?”

“Yes.  Tonight was the night I was going to ask him.  I wasn’t going to screw this up the way I did when I asked him to move in.”  Dropping his head in his hands, he continued.  ”I’ve got to get him back.  I haven’t told him my feelings for him yet.”

He watched his brother trail off, his voice dying down, leaving the silence to build between them.  He never thought he’d see his older brother like this, never thought that Yonekuni would have an emotional side like this.  He wished he knew more about the event, instead of being just a guard for his mother.  ”I don’t know where fujiwara’s being kept, but I do know the whole thing starts late tomorrow evening.  That gives you a head chance to look things over and figure out how you’re going to pull this off.”  Reaching into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys that he eyed before tossing them to the blond.  ”The auction’s being held in the auditorium up on the top floor of the hotel.”  Watching his brother before looking at the keys then to him, nodding and taking off.

Sighing under his breath, laying back on the bed and wondered what the hell his mother was up to now.  Having the night to himself, he called up his little lover and while he waited for Norio to answer, he wished his brother luck.

Tacking the keys and uniform Kunimasa handed to him to his room, tossing the clothing on the back of a chair once he entered the room.  As tired as he was, he couldn’t sleep.  Moving quietly out of the room, taking the elevator at the end of the hall up to the top floor.  As the doors opened, stepping away from the machine and down the quiet hallway, his footsteps seemed to echo as he walked.  Stopping at the doors, trying and finding them locked, he pulled the keys from his pocket.  Unlocking the door and pulling it open, he cursed silently to himself when he heard the sound of voices as he entered.

Luck was on his side as the two seemed to be too engrossed in their conversation to notice him.  Keeping his soul suppressed and anger in check,  he ducked into the shadows.  Moving close enough to hear them talking only to bite his tongue to keep from saying a word when he heard the language being spoken.  Moving forward past the linen lined tables and chairs that had been set up for tomorrow’s event.  Up the stairs off to the side of the relatively small stage, parting the curtains only to be disappointed to find the stage empty.

Hands clenching tightly onto the curtain, disgusted at the thought of his lover having to be put on displayed, bid on and sold off like a piece of meat.  About to leave, the sound of a familiar voice and another as they stood off to the side of the stage.  He could only catch a few words that were being spoken, questions like when they’d be able to see what they’d be bidding on and if there was a chance to try out the “merchandise”.  About to step forward and slug the one who wanted to try Shirou out before bidding, he was surprised to see the curtain pulled back and away from him.  His mother’s smiling face, devoid of warmth as she turned to her guest.

“This is my son, the one who’s been eavesdropping on us.  I’m sorry that you have to see him in a state like this.”  She apologized, shooting a look at him.  ”You see, he’s a little upset  that he’s being forced to marry someone he doesn’t know.”

Snorting in disgust at her likes, he followed the two.  ”No, I’m rather pissed off to find out my lover was kidnapped by my very own mother.”  He threw back her tone, watching her stiffen and the twitch to the corners of her lips.  Watching as she excused herself and walked up to him.  ”Look, just follow the order of marriage I set up for you and you can do whatever you want afterwards, I don’t care.  But don’t you dare interrupt my plan.”

“I will stop you and get my lover back from you-”  He stopped when a knowing smirk spread across her face.  ”If you think that you can stop me, go right head.  It’s just a shame for you, I have the law on my side and no matter what, I’ll get what I want.”  Being dismissed with a wave of her hand, he watched as she left.

“You may have the law on your side, but you’re in the wrong here.”  He muttered to himself as he walked down the stairs, catching a person who must have been eavesdropping on them.  ”Ah, excuse me-”  Leaning close, struggling to understand the mumbled words before the older gentleman spoke more clearly.  ”You seem to know a lot about a boy called “Shirou”.”  Feet planted firmly on the floor while his hackles on edge, a tick in his temple.  ”So you’re after him too?  You’re in on this?”  He spat, his hands clenching at his sides before rolling his shoulders, letting his soul flare as he watched the one before him step back and pale.

“N-no!  We don’t want him that way!”  His soul pulled back quickly, confused by the words that were being spoken.  ”What do you mean “We”?”  Waiting for the older male to compose himself enough to pull out a set of documents from the side bag he carried and handed them to him.  Trying to read in the dim light of the auditorium, frustrated with the lack of light, he left the dark with the older male following close behind.  In the light of the hallway, he could easily read the papers he held, the information he never thought he’d see.  ”He’s been looking for so long.”  Now that the older male had calmed down, he was more easier to understand with the thick accent he spoke with.

“Take me to him.”  His tone left no room for argument, seeing the older male nod and lead him away.  He hoped what he read was correct and that if it was true, he’d have an ally in getting Shirou back.

The night passed quickly for him, tossing and turning in bed, knowing that he needed to get plenty of rest in order to rescue his lover.  Laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with the sun creeping through the curtains he pulled over the window, he thought back to what happened just a few hours ago.  Being introduced to the group of people he had stood behind while checking in.  The flurry of words, the translator struggling to keep up and the deal they came up with after hours of talking.  He didn’t like having to rely on someone for help, but with this, he had no choice.  Not with the threat of Shirou being sold off to someone.  As he thought back to the conversation while trying to sleep, he never knew that the one he thought about was thinking about him.

The shackles on his hands were heavy.  ’Of course they’d be heavy,’ Shirou thought to himself, ‘its to prevent him from escaping’.  He didn’t start off with the shackles, no, he earned those when he tried to escaped.  The armed guards on the other side of the door weren’t there just for show, he knew.  Glancing around the luxurious and spacious room, seeing others in a position as him.  But then, he was the only one who was shackled while the others were allowed to roam the large room with free reign.  Watching cautiously as several doctors went from person to person as if they were personally checking them out.

Turning his head away when each one revealed what they were hiding, knowing that their species were being documented.  And while a few seemed embarrassed, others seemed to have no problem.  He could here them talk, unable to understand what was being spoken, he could here the joy and excite in their voices.  Sitting in the far off corner, hoping that he would be overlooked and be forgotten among the group.  His thoughts turned to Yonekuni, to his blond lover and wondering where he was.  Entertaining such thoughts of him on his way to stop this charade, to stop everything.  Deep in his thoughts, he didn’t notice one of the doctor’s approaching him.  The touch on his arm, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Fujiwara-kun?”

Forcing himself not to jump in surprise, he pressed himself back and away from the doctor, attempting to put as much distance as he could between them.  Shackled hands struggled to push away further but his back hitting the wall stopped him.  ”Look, there’s nothing to be scared of.  All I’m going to do is check your vitals and record your species.  That way, they know what they’re bidding on.”  Gritting his teeth, jerking his head away from the doctor’s touch.  ”Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, nearly begged as he tried to dodge the physician , drawing the attention of the other doctors.

“Why, you ask?  Well, you don’t have a family and you’ve been taken into the care of Makio-sama before being sold off into a good home.”  His eyes widened as a vial was pulled out and filled, seeing fingers flick against the needle to check for any air bubbles.  The tight grasp on his arms, finding himself surrounded by the doctors.  The sting of a pierce and the sudden sluggish feeling in his body.

“But I do have a family and a lover.  A great home.”  His voice trailed off, feeling hands brushing away as he slipped off into a drug filled sleep.  ”By the time the drug wears off, the event will be starting and waiting just for you.”  The commotion in the room died down, he could feel his body being moved while others crowded around to watch the exam, much to the annoyance of the doctors.  The heavy shackles were removed and dropped to the floor with a loud thud while wrists were tended to using medical strength soothing cream to the boy’s pale wrists.

As the exam continued each one noticed and shared a glance with the others when they noticed marks on the pale neck and chest.  Finishing up the form he had to fill out, pausing when it came to the section of species.  Never getting a chance to check, leaving it blank before casting one last glance around.  Gathering outside the room, meeting the one who hired them.  ”Well, how are they?”

Flipping through their notes that they’ve written down before they started talking.  ”The only problem is the last one we checked.  The one you shackled.”  Her eyes narrowed, murmuring to herself.  ”Him, yes.  I had a difficult time acquiring him.”  She watched their reactions, hiding her displeasure at the looks they shared.  ”Are you absolutely sure he doesn’t have a family?  The marks we found during the examination are fairly fresh and tells us different than what you’ve told us-”

“That’s enough, thank you gentlemen.  You’ve done exactly what you’ve been paid for.  You can go now,” nodding to the guards beside her, watching them escort the doctors down the hall and down.  Stepping forward to the door, the armed guards in front of the door stepped away, allowing her to enter.  With the door closing behind her with a soft click, the occupants scrambled to their feet as she looked them over.

“Everyone, tonight is going to be a wonderful night for you all.  Each one of you will find a loving home.”  As she spoke, her gaze drifted to the unconscious figure that lay on the couch.  Easily remembering her son’s angry words, frowing and told herself to have more security patrol the hotel and the auditorium.

Pacing his room after having being woken up midday to the sound of the house keeping knocking on the door.  The whole plan started in an hour as he waited for the signal from the other side of the door.  Stopping in his steps at the quick, rapid knocking on the door signaling the start of the whole plan.  Grabbing everything he needed, dressed in the clothes that Kunimasa had given him.  Sunglasses in place and earpiece in, he opened the door to face the older male from the night before.  Sounds in the earpiece he wore, words and orders being given as he slipped the hotel key into his pocket as he followed the older male to the group that was waiting for him.

Seeing the guests lining, he brought the small group around to the side, removing the keys and unlocking a side door.  A quick murmur, he left them at a table on the side, hidden by the shadows.  The buzzing was low, hearing his mother’s voice in the earpiece as she gave instructions.  Guests starting to enter, he didn’t have any time to search further past the stage and chose to wait against the wall in the far back.  Alcohol soon flowed as the auction started, the noise died down as the curtain pulled back from the stage.  Listening to her speech and introduction as she brought out the first person.

Tuning her out, only focusing and trying to feel Shirou’s soul call out to him.  Hoping to feel his heart pound like it usually did when he caught his lover’s call.  Sounds rippled through the crowd as she described the small person, a child really.  As soon as she stopped, people started placing their bids, each one trying to out bid the other.

Keeping his calm composure as one after another were described and auctioned off and yet, not a sign of Shirou.  Four hours into the auction, the words he had been finally waiting for.  ”Ladies and gentlemen, the main reason that some of you are here for.”  His back straightened, pulling off his glasses and earpiece, tossing them to the side.  ”A species that is considered to be extinct in this country and even rarer out of this country.  He’s the only heavyweight in this auction.”

The curtain pulled back, revealing his missing lover.  Bound by something that held his arms behind him.  As his mother started to describe Shirou, he pushed his way across the large auditorium while a large shout, followed by others from the group interrupted her descriptions.  Knocking people out of their seats, knowing and not caring that the commotion he caused as he was followed.  He could hear the bark of orders his mother gave, telling her hired guards to stop him.  Only pausing to knock off those that tried to stop him, reaching the stairs and up onto the stage.

“I told you not to interfere.”  She hissed at him, keeping the microphone away from her mouth while her free hand curled around Shirou’s arm to jerk the male to his side.  ”Get your hands off him!”  Reaching out and grabbing Shirou from his mother, pulling the canine to his side.  ”It doesn’t matter if you tell me that he’s yours.  He has no living family and that means he’s up for grabs.  So it’s you who needs to let go and leave.  Or should I up your marriage now?  She’s already here.”  Blue eyes watched as she jerked her head in the direction of the crowd.  I’ve told you so many times that I’m not going to marry her.  Or any girl you try to set me up with.  There’s only one person I love.”

Turning towards Shirou, seeing the faint coloring to rather pale cheeks as he quickly untied the rope, freeing Shirou’s arms and hands before removing the blindfold the male wore.  The relief in his lover’s gray eyes seemed to say it all before turning and watching his mother fume, satisfaction filling him.  ”Besides, you didn’t do your research when it came to Shirou,” a sharp whistle leaving his lips, bringing the outraged group forward.

The menacing atmosphere of the one who walked forward caused those that tried to intervene, to stop him only froze in their steps.  Approaching the steps, standing next to his .  ”The law may be on your side, only and I mean only!  If the madararui in question has no living relatives.”  Watching as the documents from the night before were shoved into his mother’s face, watching her snatch and read them.  ”You never gave it any consideration that he had family on his mother’s side.  He,” his head jerked towards the larger, older male.  ”Has been looking for his grandson for many years.  And when he finds him, it’s like this?  A stranger selling him off just to make a profit?”  He could see the sweat dotting the older woman’s forehead, could see her knuckles turning white.

While the older male had her distracted, he quickly lead the rather calm wolf down the stairs and away from the stage.  Those that didn’t care about the argument that was going on the stage got up and close to them.  Finally reaching the double doors of the auditorium, never looking back as people were either engrossed in the argument on stage or watching him and Shirou leave.  Past the doors and making a left, down the long hallway, it wasn’t long when a familiar figure approached and passed by.  Anger easily detected on her face as she stalked by, hands clenched and no doubt nails digging into her palms.  Her eyes narrowed, as well as his, a slight incline of his head and then hers before continuing to the elevator.  Pressing the button for their floor level and as soon as the metal doors closed, he turned ot his lover and felt the canine’s touch.

“Yonekuni,” voice hoarse, nuzzling into the canine’s touch.  ”You don’t know how scared I was but the minute I felt your soul call out to me while I waited.  Calming me down so much that I-”  He couldn’t wait any longer, pushing the male against the wall as he stole soft lips, feeling them part under his.  Breathing roughly out through his nose while his hand cradled the back of the wolf’s head, fingers through soft dark hair.

Absorbed to the taste of his lover, the upward thrust of Shirou rubbing against him and showing him his body’s reaction to his kiss that the sound of the elevator dinging signaling them the arrival to their floor.  A peek out of the corner of his eye, seeing the hallway empty before pulling away, whispering against swollen lips.  ”Come on, lets get rid of the scent of others on you-”  His words in his throat as he caught sight of a door opening and someone approaching.  Grasping Shirou by the his hand, pulling the wolf behind him as they exited the maching, giving the stranger a warning look when he tried to steal a look at the flustered male.

Down the hallway, turning right at the corner and stopping at his door.  Pulling out the key had had slipped in there earlier, unlocking the door and letting Shirou in first before slipping the do not disturb sign on the door knob.  Approaching Shirou from behind, watching as the shirt the canine wore being shrugged off, dropping to the floor.  The pale back faced him, catching the marks he left a few days ago, healing slowly, seemed to call and beck for him.  His hand against the base of his lover’s back, just above the waist band of the pants he wore before pulling the heavyweight against his chest.

Arms coming up to wrap around his wolf as he buried his nose into Shirou’s neck, snuffing away hair so his lips could touch skin.  Allow him to breath deeply, inhale the sweet scent that belonged to Shirou only.  Tongue coming out to taste skin, feeling himself twitch in his clothing as he came to the realization of almost losing his lover.  Keeping his head down, hoping Shirou wouldn’t look over his shoulder.  Hoping that Shirou couldn’t see the expression he was wearing.  Eyes tightly clenched, refusing to let the wolf go, as if to prove to himself that this wasn’t just a dream.  Loosing track of time, pouring his emotions in his touch, it was the sound of Shirou’s voice that pulled him from his thoughts, finally releasing the male with a mumbled apology.

Following close behind the canine to the bathroom, finding an assortments of soaps and shampoos to several types of lubrication.  He didn’t want to remember the embarrassment he went through asking the woman from housekeeping to get them for him, nor the extremely large tip he gave her in exchange for her help and silence.  In the large bathroom, stripping the heavyweight of his pants he wore before pulling off the shirt he wore.  Excusing himself as Shirou heated up the water of the bath, he headed back to the bed to fish out the box that was stuffed in the jeans that he had changed out of earlier that day.  Placing the box within reaching distance from the bed, returning back to the bathroom to find Shirou stepping into the hot water.

Swallowing at the sight of the canine in the water, the erotic display his lover was unintentionally giving him, he licked his lips.  He wanted nothing more than to strip himself and join the heavyweight in the water.  To make him blush and bed, to sink into him and make him cum over and over again.

The sound of Shirou calling his name, the feel of a wet hand on his, pulling him out of his fantasy.  He wanted to voice everything he felt, wanted to tell the quiet male that he was so glad he was safe.  That he was here with him, away from those who wanted him.  Choosing to drop to his knees, to reach out and leave over the water, feeling the heat of the water radiate upwards towards him, which paled in comparison to the heat he could feel from the wolf.  Pulling away to strip off his pants, knowing he had Shirou’s attention on him.  Could feel gray eyes on him as he pushed the clothing down, stepping away from the clothing that piled on the floor.  The look his lover wore as he stood up and out of the water, reaching and pulling him in.

Stepping over and into the hot water, pressing Shirou against the cool tiles.  Forcing him fully back while nosing against the upturned head, the underside of the canine’s chine while a tongue darted out to lick and submit to his bitch.  Breathing deeply, reluctantly pulling back to reach for the soap.

Hands splayed across his broad chest, slowly and gently, washing away the scent he knew that was on him from the room he was held in.  Holding him gently, as if his blond love was trying to wash away the memories of the past twenty four hours.  Unused to the gentle treatment from Yonekuni, the surprising feeling of a sharp bite to his shoulder, hearing the muffled moan.  Pressed harder against the wall, feeling the hard evidence as the blond slowly rubbed against him, his breath stolen at the expression Yonekuni wore.  Mixed emotions in blue eyes that stared down at him while his heart hammered, he pulled away to the side and out of the water.

The sound of a splash, telling him that the blond was following him.  Grabbing one of the plush towels off the counter and dropping to his knees at the blond’s feet, looking up the length of Yonekuni’s body.  Feeling his body tremble with want and desire, he slowly started to dry the one before him.  Dragging the towel up the blond’s long legs, making sure to completely dry Yonekuni’s left leg before switching to the right.  Moving the soft towel up, avoiding the hard flesh that he knew Yonekuni wanted him to touch, ignoring the low sound of frustration.  Slowly getting to his feet, continuing to dry the hard body, surprised to feel the strong grasp on his hand.

Words whispered into his ears, flushing hotly as he was forced drop the towel he held and be pulled towards the bed.  Down on the mattress, seeing his heavyweight lover loom over him before his head dropped from his view, only allowing him to see the crown of Yonekuni’s head.

With his head ducked, lips trailing down the proud neck, pausing to nibble on the pounding pulse point, soothing skin with his tongue.  Nosing the area he had sunk his teeth in, laving the spot with his tongue while his hand slipped between them.  Fingertips trailed down, playing and plucking the soft nubs until they hardened under his touch, continuing to twist the stiff nubs of flesh as his name trailed from the canine’s lips.  His own lips curled into a smile that he head against Shirou’s chest as he moved down, finding and flicking the tip of his tongue against a nipple he had just played with.

The gasp of surprise pleasing him as he switched to the other, leaving his thumb to tease the nipple he had just abandoned.  ”You’ll never know the face you make when you’re like this,” hand snaking down quickly, cupping and curling around the hard flesh he found.  ”Only I’m allowed to see you like this.  Ready to give in and become mine all over again.”  His grip gentle, movements slow as he worked the flesh, feeling Shirou’s legs tremble as he knelt between them.  The feel of fluid dribbling on his hand, the feel of the canine’s hot pre-cum leaking on his fingers, covered with enough of the wolf’s hot fluid, finally tightening his grip to his lover’s liking.

A hiss of his name, legs spreading further as Shirou tried to match his movements with little thrusts of his own, as if he was forcing his flesh deeper into his grasp.  Swiping his thumb across the flared head, gathering more of the leaking fluid while his fingers of his free hand deftly removed the cap of the bottle of lubrication he had grabbed from the bathroom.  Squeezing just enough, tossing it to the side of the bed while his slick fingers found their way down, past taunt balls to rub against the hidden hole he wanted to sink into.  Blue eyes widened, watching lips part with his name leaving said lips, swallowing hard as he followed the movement of Shirou’s tongue as he traced his lips before being pulled down by his lover.

“I don’t want to be the only one feeling this,” hoarse words against his lips, sharp nips to his bottom lip, being soothed by a tongue he’d love to see wrapped around his flesh.  Distracting his lover by stealing his lips, pulling his hands free and reached down to rub the engorged head of his cock against the small hole.  Little pushes in, feeling the canine’s body slowly start to accept him, biting his tongue to hold back the loud groan of satisfaction as heat enveloped him.

Coming to rest against Shirou’s body, the tremors of pleasure through the heavyweight’s body had his shoulders being clung to.  Being clawed at.  Lifting Shirou’s left arm from around his shoulders, slowly kissing the male while reaching for the box he had pulled out earlier.  Hips slowly moved, pulling back while watching Shirou’s face, seeing the expression he had at his thrusts.  Pleasure written across a flushed face, the way his chose one tossed his head back as his movements picked up strength and rhythm.

Nosing Shirou’s jawline, the tip of his tongue following up the wolf’s ear, taking the lobe in to nip before words whispered out about what he had been feeling.  Emotions that he held back coming, rushing forward while his hot breath washed across sweat dotted skin as he finally confessed.  Holding back the sound of surprise at the sudden tightening of Shirou’s body, shaking his head before shakily opening the box and finally pulling the simple gold band out.  Bringing the male’s left hand up, placing a kiss on the back of his hand, he slipped the ring on Shirou’s ring finger, sliding down into place.  ”A perfect fit,” words breathed across his flustered lover, stealing and swallowing sounds of surprise.

Being pulled closer, arms tightening around him while he grabbed Shirou’s hand, bringing it down with him.  Curling both his and his lover’s fingers around his flesh, jerking it in time with his thrusts.  Words leaving his lips as his body shuddered as he came, feeling Shirou spill into his hand, asking his partner a question between breaths.  The flushed look, eyes wet with unshed tears and emotions, being pulled down for one last kiss as Shirou gave him an answer.  His hope of asking his lover in a better way ruined, but after everything, he was glad that he had a chance to ask.

Bodies that once was sticky with sweat and other fluid was now clean and washed, Yonekuni found himself telling Shirou everything that happened.  And of the people he found.

“Eh?  I didn’t know I had any family left,” he looked down at his lover as he flipped through papers that had been slipped under the crack of the door.  ”Well, to be honest, he though your parents were still alive, somewhere in the world, not wanting to be found.”  Yonekuni explained, taking a seat on the bed next to the canine.  ”That was, until someone came across a small storage locker in your old home.  Filled with information on them and their family, his address among the papers.  Everything was shipped to him.  He’s been searching for you for nearly two years.”  He paused, remembering what the man had told him earlier via translator.  ”It seems your mother met your father while investigating a rumor about a species once thought extinct here in Japan.”  He looked away, uncomfortable telling the male everything, but he knew his lover needed to be prepared.  ”While in school, she fell in love with the one person the rumor was about.  I guess her father didn’t approve, she ended up running off and getting married.”

Chancing a look down at the dark haired male, seeing him deep in thought.  ”So that means that man is-”  Yonekuni didn’t wait for Shirou to finish.  ”He’s your grandfather.”

Shirou’s silence was hard to take as they dressed, gathering the things they had.  His lover had been quiet since their conversation finished, taking in everything that had been said and what he had read.  Leaving the hotel room behind, holding the bag that had their clothing and lubrications, he walked side by side with the heavyweight.  The ride down slow as he tried to engage his partner in small talk, seeing the faint, nervous smile on Shirou’s face before eyes flicked to the paper in his hands, he understood.  Giving Shirou’s hand a squeeze of reassurance, he lead his lover to a new path that had opened for the both of them.

As the doors of the elevator opened, the steps to the private room reserved seemed long, but as he opened the wooden doors, letting Shirou come face to face with a family he never knew.  And all he could do was stand by the heavyweight’s side, thumbing the ring he had slipped on Shirou’s hand the night before.

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10 Signs to Suspect an Office Romance

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Forbes Magazine says: “Of those who have dated a coworker, 42 percent said they had an ongoing, casual relationship; 36 percent said they had a “random office hookup;” 29 percent had been in a serious, long-term relationship; and 16 percent had met their spouse or partner at work.”

Love is a battlefield. And love at the office is a war zone. Here are 10 signs that your suspecting office romance is on the offense. Knowing them will gear you up.

1.  Intentions & Statuses

This can be trickiest part. Romance comes in all forms because of everyone’s varying intentions. She’s taken. He’s married. She’s his boss. He’s her work husband. They work in different departments. They work in the same cubicle. Before assessing any of the other factors, it’s important to understand this part foremost. Is it simply because of the thrill of something forbidden? How about pure lust? Is it a throw at the office’s social/political environment? What are his or her potential motivations to seduce you? And finally, would you like this person even if he or she didn’t work where you work.

2. Rapport and Familiarity

It’s important to at least get along with your colleagues. Unnecessary friction at the office will slow down an otherwise efficient and productive workday. So of course, rapport and overall good morale is expected. To tell the difference between just colleagues and something more, you really need to pay attention to frequency and proximity. Sure, he could ask you,” How you’re doing?” one day, without a thought, but if he asks you consistently every day or even multiple times a day, there’s room to question. Also, watch how close she is to you throughout the workday. Does she kind of always linger at your desk? Or she leaves and arrives almost always near the same time you do.

3. Body Language

There are exhaustive lists of what body language signs women and men display when attracted to someone. But I think the main indications to look out for are ones demonstrated by your co-worker’s eyes, voice, and posture. She will look at you way more intensely without breaking eye contact. Shifting between eyes and dilation is hard to miss. Blink rate, batting, and staring. His voice will sound softer when talking to you. Soft as almost a lover’s whisper. His voice might even boom sometimes just so he can grab your attention. It certainly depends on the context but frequent changes in pitch and tone are very strong indicators. And finally, examine posture. There will be minimal distance between you two. No longer will you be in that normal “professional” physical proximity bubble. Leaning in, brushing shoulders, and knocking knees.

4. Emphasis on His/Her Personal Life

When you have an office crush, the last thing you want is for him/her to continuously think about work and think of you exclusively in that realm. She will try to break out of that office role as much as possible. She’ll mention her hobbies and invade the typical workday with tons of detail of over what she did that weekend or what she did at home. Sometimes, personal life can be used as an effective gauge for the suspecting seducer to test your interest. He’ll mention his plans of going somewhere in the near future and only hope you’ll be interested to join him. And lastly, there will be some more personal discussions. Sharing of personal goals/news, asking for opinions/help, venting, teasing, and making inside jokes.

5. Some “Push-and-Pull”

In the course of this office romance, maybe one party might think they’re catching too strong feelings or alternatively, another party might feel suffocated by another’s presence. Either reason is a good sign because it’s an indication of influence on the other person. As a reaction to this influence, they might act out on attention-seeking behavior or simply try to avoid the other person altogether. It can happen subconsciously and consciously. If it’s happening though, and quite noticeably, something’s up. Calling out on the other person, missing meetings, and coming in extremely early/late.

6. Variances in Mood & Appearance

If you say something negative towards them or happen to be quite critical, they take it way too personally. And might displace their emotions to other people and their work. If you say something positive to them, they perk up and show their best colors and might even brag. Pair the fluctuations of mood with fluctuations of appearance and you got a sure-fire sign. Watch closely both how fast and how intensely they change as well. Did he suddenly clench his fists? Why did she crumple that copy so melodramatically? She’s wearing bright lipstick today. He’s wearing cologne tomorrow.

7. Interaction with Other Co-workers

A good measure of reading your co-worker’s feelings is well, other co-workers. They are reflections of what should look like a purely professional relationship. They can serve as objective comparisons. Pay close attention to how the suspecting crush treats you and treats others. Sometimes, they might use the other workers as a good cushion to get to you…He might be frequently talking to your cubicle neighbor simply so he can get brownie points. Other times, they might use other co-workers to attract your attention or make themselves be perceived as approachable.

8. Surreptitiously Flirting

They’ll flirt with you just at that edge. Just substantially enough to make you question, but not explicitly enough to call on it. Verbal and non-verbal. Lots of “accidental” and truly accidental touching which include: brushing arms, knocking knees, and guiding hands. Verbalized excuses paired with “accidental” touching are even bolder moves; This means smiling and saying “I didn’t mean to bump into you, there.” And when it comes to verbal flirting, there will be a lot of underhanded compliments that imply some sensuality like, “You’re so fit” or “Your voice is so rich.”

9. Love Triangle(s)

If the work crush ever gets overcomplicated, then multiple parties will pile up. With more complicated feelings, more complicated clutter will follow. Maybe he’s in a relationship that’s long-distance. She’s on-and-off with her ex. Maybe they just want to make you jealous. Throw some more co-workers into the mix and you have a high-stake office romance brewing.

10. Receiving/Giving A Little Extra

Way long after the work day, if you’re thinking about them, their behavior, about your behavior, that’s enough to suspect. This could range as something as mundane as him getting you that favorite cup of coffee or as elaborate as helping you shift that deadline so you can get another project done to as something as simple as that killer smile or that misty, solemn stare.

If your suspecting office beau displays all or most of these signs, it’s a sealed fact that there is something more than professional going on. Just trust your intuition. If things feel a little extra, a little like everything is an oxymoron, then yeah, you have a very apparent office romance under your nose.

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