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#and all along it's been me. trying to make friends with me
bby-deerling · 16 hours
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Can you do a hc for zoro, law, kidd, and ace (or anyone else you chose) for the first time you let them go down on you? Like you never let them because (whatever reason you chose) and then one day you're extremely nervous and they ask and you say you wanna try it? (Bc maybe you heard a friend talk about it?)
If you aren't comfortable with this I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME
(Also, just a little shy to come off anon bc you are like my hero and I'm nervous)
eeee nonny this is so good !! (and pleaseeee come off anon and talk to me u r so sweet!! <3)
going down on you for the first time (nsfw)
ft. zoro, law, kid, ace
cw: afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), teasing, marking, fingering
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when zoro slides down your torso and pushes your panties to the side, you start stammering profusely. "y-you don't need to, i can just take care of you—" you sputter; this was zoro's first time with you—or with anyone, for that matter—and you didn't want all the focus to be on yourself.
zoro clicks his tongue in mild annoyance as he grips the back of your thighs. "nope. not letting you get all shy on me." he insists, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your inner thigh. "what's wrong? you think i can't figure out how to do it?" he teases.
"no—" you start, intending to explain yourself, but the way he licks a stripe across your clit with the flat of his tongue shuts you up.
"then lay back and relax." he says with a smirk as his head eagerly buries itself between your legs.
despite your shyness, zoro wants to taste you so badly, though you don't realize just how much he craves it until his tongue starts dancing across your needy clit.
he's inexperienced and a little clumsy, but he's messy and passionate and it sends electricity racing through your veins. he's a quick learner, and picks up on everything that sends you reeling and doubles down accordingly.
will not stop until he makes you cum all over his tongue. he has a deep-seated need to prove himself—to be the best—and that extends to the bedroom too.
ace
"ace—" you whine out as his fingers curl against your sweet spot; he feels good, but you're craving something more. "use your tongue too..." you plead softly, making his eyebrows quirk up in surprise.
"you sure, babe? you never let me—" he starts, though you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
"ace, please—i need it!" you whimper, voice dripping with need as you stare down at him with lust-blown pupils.
"yeah?" he whispers as his tongue rolls across your clit. you arch your back in response and twitch your hips against him, but the reaction from your body alone isn't enough for him. "tell me how much you need it." ace murmurs, intent on making you work for it.
he definitely teases you for finally breaking down and deciding to let him taste you. he's been wanting to for so long—he's just been waiting for you to ask for it.
not afraid to use his devil fruit power to take things up a notch. now that you're finally willing to let him eat you out, he want to pull out all the stops.
if you still haven't had enough when he makes you come undone, he's more than happy to let you grind your hips against his face until the sun comes up.
kid
"oh, so now you want me to do it?" kid asks, a crooked grin on his face—you'd asked him to go down on you after months of not letting him on account of not wanting his lipstick to smear everywhere the sun doesn't shine.
"c'mon, please, kid—" you beg, tangling your fingers through his hair as you try to nudge him downwards.
he smirks and lets out a dark laugh; the glint in his eye as he looks up at you is familiar—it was the type of feral hunger normally reserved for the battlefield, and feeling it directed towards you is intoxicating.
"alright, princess, i'll give it to you." he chuckles, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and leaving a harsh bruise before moving upwards towards your clit.
despite his rough nature, kid is experienced, and knows exactly what he's doing with that evil, smart tongue of his. as with everything, he's brutal with it as he makes you cum, relentlessly licking at and sucking your clit, but the way your orgasm makes you shatter into a million pieces makes his methods worth it.
now that he's gotten you to beg for him to use his tongue on you once, it's his personal mission to make you do it again, and again, and again. he gains a certain type of satisfaction from turning you into a creature just as insatiable as he is.
he makes you wait for a little while before hopping into the shower afterwards; something about seeing the sloppy red marks from his lips litter your inner thighs and the top of your mound drives him crazy.
law
"hey, law?" you ask hesitantly, face turning pink as you try to ignore the way your heart thrums in its cage.
"mhm?" he hums, trailing kisses along your collarbone, though his sweet affection creeps to a halt when he feels you freeze up beneath him.
"i know i said that i don't like... being eaten out... but it's just because no one's ever done it properly for me before. but i've been thinking recently, and—" you ramble, words spilling off your tongue quickly and tangling into a nervous mess.
"you want me to go down on you?" he purrs as his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.
"please—" you squeak out; the reaction amuses law, and you feel a soft chuckle vibrate against your skin as he kisses his way down your torso.
law has no experience whatsoever before you, and has no idea what he's doing, but he's used his fingers to pull enough orgasms out of you by this point that he has a good idea of where to start.
he masks his inexperience with confidence and teasing remarks, which stops your mind from racing a mile a minute, and leaves you feeling relaxed and pliant for him as he experimentally drags his tongue across your clit.
admittedly, it takes him a little while to figure out quite what he's doing, but he doesn't mind spending all night with you writhing beneath him to make sure he gets it right. his ego soars when he finally gets you to come apart on his tongue, and he'll work twice as hard to get you to cum a second time if you don't stop him.
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vroomvro0mferrari · 21 hours
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CL16 | Oblivious
Sorry it took me so long, I was really busy with finals the last couple of weeks but I've finally finished the fic from the poll! I hope you like it :)
Summary: Charles has been blatantly flirting with Y/N for months, but she's the only one who hasn't noticed.
Charles Leclerc x Sainz!Reader
WC: 2.4K
Warnings: None
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Charles was busy in the garage, talking with his mechanics when he saw her walk in. Y/N Sainz, the younger sister of his friend and teammate. He had seen her many, many times when she came to support her brother at his races. It seemed like Charles could sense her presence, knowing she was there without having seen or heard her, always looking up right when she walked in. Y/N Sainz was greatly loved by the Ferrari employees. With her bubbly personality, witty jokes, and bright smiles, all the team members enjoyed her presence. And Charles couldn’t help but feel the same way, although Y/N was completely oblivious to his affection. 
His face lit up when their eyes met, instantly smiling at her company. As soon as she was close enough, he greeted her, “Ah Y/N! Nice to see you again, you look lovely today!” He grinned.
“Oh, thank you, Charles. You’re so kind!” She responded with a bright smile as she hugged him in greeting, the flirty undertone going by entirely unnoticed.
Charles had been enamoured with Y/N since the first time they met. In an effort to not come off too strong and scare her away, Charles tried to flirt with her subtly. However, after several occurrences without any reaction from Y/N, it seemed his flirting was too subtle. Either that or she was not into him. But he couldn’t give into that possibility just yet.
As time passed and Y/N became a more familiar face in the paddock, Charles’s flirtations became bolder. He’d constantly try to include her in conversations and would make up all kinds of excuses just to talk to her. Whenever he did manage to string her into another conversation, he’d try to make her laugh as much as he could. Simply because he could, and because he loved to see her happy and smiling. And if he was feeling really confident, he would even go as far as to touch her arm or the small of her back while they were chatting away or walking around the paddock together. Nevertheless, to Charles's frustration, Y/N didn’t seem to notice his underlying motives, dismissing his actions and words as nothing more than friendly gestures.
Meanwhile, everyone else who had ever been around the duo seemed to have caught sight of the one-sided infatuation and attempt at courtship. Everybody except for Y/N had noticed Charles was desperately trying to make his feelings for the girl obvious, but she simply kept friend-zoning him. Frankly, he found it embarrassing. 
Nearly all of Charles’s fellow drivers had been caught up in one of his attempts to woo Y/N while she simply brushed his compliments off as friendly comments. It was hard not to notice Charles’s fruitless flirting when he did it right in front of them, but they didn’t say anything about it. His colleagues merely exchanged knowing glances with others aware of the situation, amused at Charles’s futile attempts at winning Y/N over. But as time wore on, and Charles kept trying, at least a few of his colleagues started to comment on his persistence, calling him a simp, and joking about his poor flirting. Some suggested he should stop his pursuit of Y/N, as it seemed she wasn’t interested, but Charles was relentless: he would not quit until he knew for sure Y/N Sainz didn’t and would never like him.
And so, when Charles spotted Y/N walking through the paddock with Lando, one of the people in the paddock she got along with better, talking animatedly and laughing loudly with each other, he approached her once more; he would seize any opportunity to blatantly flirt with Y/N. He quickly caught up with the two, putting his hand on the small of her back as he matched his speed with theirs. “You’re absolutely radiant today, chérie” He greeted her with a cheeky grin.  
Y/N looked to her side, greeting the new presence “Hey, Charles!” As oblivious as always, she sweetly smiled up at him and replied, “Thanks! You’re such a sweet friend!”
Lando was a mere bystander in the situation as he observed the interaction, surprised and amused at the ease with which Y/N once again waved off the man who was so clearly crushing on her. He held his opinions back until Charles left, “Wow, you certainly have no trouble friend-zoning him, don’t you?” He commented.
Y/N cocked her head as she looked at him, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Lando laughed humourlessly, “Dear God, you really have no idea?” He paused, “Y/N, Charles has been flirting non-stop with you for ages. How on earth have you not noticed?”
She stopped walking and looked at him in confusion, “He’s not flirting with me, Lando, he’s just being nice. He’s a good friend.” 
“I’m actually quite sure he’s flirting with you, Y/N. So is everyone else. You could literally ask any of the drivers, and they would confirm it. The Ferrari employees too, I reckon. He likes you, Y/N.” He said unimpressed.
“Charles likes me?” She asked softly, suddenly turning shy, a blush creeping onto her face.
Lando sighed, realising his friend was even more oblivious than he initially thought. “Yeah, he does. I’m honestly surprised you’ve never noticed.” He gently squeezed her shoulder before they parted ways.
— — —
For the rest of the day, Y/N thought about Lando’s words. She thought about all her interactions with Charles over the last few months and realised that he did compliment her quite often. 
Once, on a sunny afternoon, Y/N was chatting with some of the Ferrari team members near the garage when Charles spotted her. He, as always, decided to walk over to talk with her, his usual charming smile on his face and mischief in his eyes.
"Y/N, only you can make a sunny day even brighter," he said with a big, playful smile and admiration in his voice.
Y/N blinked at him, surprised by his sudden appearance and his bold statement. "Oh, thank you, Charles! That's really sweet of you to say."
Unfazed by her obliviousness, Charles pressed on, determined to make his feelings known after such a long time. "No, really," he insisted, his gaze unwavering. "I mean it. You bring a brightness to the paddock that I can't quite explain."
Y/N laughed softly, “Well, um, thank you. That’s very kind. What can I say? I try my best.” She replied with a smile.
Another time, Y/N was in the team hospitality when she accidentally spilt her drink, leaving an obvious stain on her white shirt. Charles, who was, unsurprisingly, standing nearby (as always), had noticed immediately and courteously offered one of his extra Ferrari shirts. When he saw the girl he had liked for months in his clothes, wearing his driver’s number, he naturally couldn’t resist the urge to flirt with Y/N.
"Have I ever told you how stunning you look in red?" he remarked, his eyes sparkling with mischief and fondness at the sight of her.
Y/N laughed and replied, "No, I don't think you have," smiling at him in a friendly manner.
"Well, consider it said," he said, his tone playful. "You wear it better than anyone else, that's for sure."
Y/N laughed softly, appreciating her friend’s words, "I doubt that’s true, but thanks, Charles."
Thinking back to these moments, Y/N realised maybe Charles had indeed been flirting with her. However, he might just be like that with all of his friends, complimenting everyone he cares about. Nevertheless, now that Lando had brought this to her attention, she would surely pay extra attention to what Charles would say to her tomorrow.
— — —
The next day, Charles had caught her in a conversation again. They were talking about the race and the current situation with Ferrari. He mentioned the pressure from the team and all the fans that want him to do well, and that the car and the strategies aren’t working the way he wants them to. Of course, Y/N tried to reassure him; to relieve the pressure and stress Charles was feeling. He absolutely adored the way she was trying to comfort him and was not afraid to let her know, “I have to admit, Y/N, nobody can cheer me up like you can. You calm my nerves like no one else,” he said, looking at her lovingly while he expressed his feelings.
Y/N didn’t know how to respond. This was the first time she noticed he was flirting with her whilst he was actually doing it, and she had no idea how to react. When she felt her face heat up, she could only assume she was blushing from the nerves. She diverted her gaze, trying to come up with a good reply to Charles’s advances. How did she usually respond when Charles complimented her? She couldn’t remember now.
Charles was confused at Y/N’s lack of response to his remark. Normally, she’d immediately smile at him and thank him for whatever compliment he’d come up with, but now, she was looking away, and - was he seeing that right? Was she blushing? He had flirted with her countless times, but she had never blushed at any of his comments. Had she finally noticed his advances? Charles watched her with an amused smile while she searched for the right words.
Eventually, she shyly smiled at him, meeting his eyes in a fleeting glance before responding, “I’m glad to be of help.”
Charles, Charles, proud that he was the one to cause her flustered appearance, decided to push a little further, curious to see what would happen, “You really have no idea how much you mean to me, Y/N. Your support helps me so much.” Charles smiled gently and put his hand on her arm. When there’s no immediate response, he continues, “Anyway, I have to get ready for the race. I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/N merely nodded and watched him walk away.
Her brother had been watching the interaction from a distance, observing the way his sister responded to Charles’s obvious flirting and, too, noticing the difference. “You finally figured it out, huh?” He said with a teasing smile. Y/N rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, but Carlos just continued, “You should let him know you like him too.” Y/N didn’t respond. “You do like him don’t you?” He asks, confused at her unresponsiveness. “Leave me alone, Carlos!” She replied, pushing her brother away. He laughed at her; that reaction was enough for him to know the answer to his question. He ruffled her hair and walked away, also needing to get ready for the race.
After her short talk with Charles, Y/N was sure that he liked her, but how to proceed? She could barely focus on the cars going around the track while all types of ideas were racing around in her head. What on earth was she supposed to do now? Should she wait until the next time Charles would flirt with her, or should she make the move instead? Considering Carlos’s advice, she decided she should take matters into her own hands.
She walked up to Charles as soon as she saw him entering the garage after the race. She had always thought Charles was incredibly attractive – like most women, but he looked especially handsome after he had raced.
“Hey, good job on the race!” She greeted Charles, pulling him into a hug. She looked at him for a second or two, contemplating whether she should actually do this. She smiled up at him shyly, “You know, I love the way your hair looks after a race.” She said blushing, running one of her hands through his messy hair. Charles is surprised at her comment, but he’s shocked at her hand in his hair. This is the first time she has complimented him – or at least, initiated it. Let alone, her touching him in such an intimate way. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape as he stared at her in disbelief. It was now Charles’s turn to be flustered as Y/N finally reciprocated his attempts at flirting.
In his silence, Y/N decided to continue, “It’s hot.” She said, avoiding eye contact. Charles was unsure how to respond. He had never experienced a situation like this before; he always knew exactly what to say, but she had caught him off guard. After Y/N had friend-zoned him countless times, he was definitely not expecting this; he was not sure what to do.
The absence of a reply only made Y/N more nervous. She distanced herself from him, letting her hand fall from his hair, realising she probably shouldn’t have touched him without permission. Charles was quick to notice her retreat and held her face to stop her from leaving. He raised her chin to make their eyes meet and asked her softly, “Let me take you to dinner?” while he stared at her with adoration.
Y/N smiled at him fondly and nodded her head, “I’d like that, Charles. I’d really like that.” 
“Good,” He said firmly, his smile growing wider, matching hers. “I have to leave now for the debrief, but I’ll text you, okay?” 
Y/N nodded her head in response, letting out a hum. Charles pulled her face closer with the hand on her cheek, and fleetingly kissed her forehead before leaving, looking over his shoulder to catch her gaze one last time.
Y/N stood still in shock for a while, processing what just happened. She had agreed to go on a date with Charles. She was staring outside, letting the situation sink in as she watched people pass by in the busy paddock. Suddenly, she spotted Lando waving wildly at her, trying to get her attention. When he realised that she had seen him, he smiled mischievously and gave her a thumbs-up, assuming the kiss he saw Charles give her was a good sign. Y/N rolled her eyes at him, annoyed by his nosiness, but Lando just laughed, amused at her bother and glad his meddling had helped.
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erwinsvow · 8 hours
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it’s right after your second or third date. rafe brings you along with him to the house party, an official outing, your first as a real couple. he’s known you as sarah’s quiet friend for the last few years, but now you’re his girlfriend, a role he thinks you’ve settled into nicely. 
it hasn’t been that long, but he can see how things are gonna go—thoughts already forming and settling in his mind about how to get you out of your shell, figure out how to be soft and gentle with you the way you want. he’s gotten pretty good at it in the month it took to win you over, but it’s more important now, feels more serious. 
you sit next to him, big eyes looking around the room, at the people snorting coke and smoking weed, and then back at rafe, drinking his beer. he would pull you into his lap but he doesn’t want to spook you, he knows you won’t like it in front of all these people. he settles for you leaning against his shoulder, an arm swung around you, pulling you in.
“havin’ fun?” you glance up at rafe, and then back down to your lap, nodding your head. he tilts your head up with his fingers. “use your words.” 
“don’t wanna lie,” you mumble, pressing your face against his arm. “can we go home soon?”
“yeah, kid. i’ll bring you home. c’mon.” rafe tries to stand but you pull on his shirt, bringing him back down to the couch with you.
“no, i wanna go home with you.”
“you wanna come to tannyhill with me? you sure?” 
rafe makes sure to look you in the eyes, trying to assess if he thinks you’re ready for that. you nod eagerly in response. you probably want to cuddle in his bed and watch videos of people making food and reviewing books on your phone together. he thinks in shock for a moment that he’s not opposed to that idea, checking his watch for the time. you have a curfew and he doesn’t need your parents hating him just yet.
“uh-huh. i’m sure.”
“and what’d you wanna do at tannyhill, hm? ‘cause i’m sick of those shitty book videos-”
“well i was thinking maybe you could tie me up.” rafe turns his head too fast, looking down at you. you’re smiling sweetly, eyes a little wide and round, seeming excited.
“huh?”
“well, i told my parents i’m sleeping over with sarah. so if we have time, can you slap me around too?”
“huh?” 
“oh.” you look disappointed. “is that too much? i’m sorry. i just thought i’d ask.”
“too much?” he repeats. he’s confused, head spinning. 
“oh, rafe, don’t worry. it’s no big deal, really. we can just watch the videos instead-”
“no. c’mon. get your ass up.” you stand, following instructions, adjusting your dress with one hand and the other resting in rafe’s grip while he guides you out of the house, back to his truck.
“are you taking me home?”
“m’taking you to tannyhill.”
“to sleep?”
“y’not gonna be sleeping for a while.” your face lights up with another smile while you climb into the passenger seat, something he thinks he should be alarmed by. sarah’s shy friend was long gone. “got any other requests?”
“a couple. but you’ll have to get props. ropes and a gag and stuff. and we should really be somewhere you can chase me down, like the woods. it’s okay, next time!” you buckle your seatbelt, turning to look at rafe with another sweet smile. 
“you little freak.” he's been underestimating you.
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jun9w0n · 3 days
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☆ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE AND THEIR TROPES
─or in other words, how they fall for you.
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( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as romance tropes. fluff. kinda suggestive. fem!reader. 3218 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ
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☆ 이희승 ─ LEE HEESEUNG ; ( bestfriends!brother )
You had known Heeseung for years, ever since your best friend, Yeji, introduced you during your high school years. Initially, Heeseung was just Yeji’s older brother, someone you admired from a distance as you tagged along with Yeji on countless family gatherings. But as time passed, you found herself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just his charming smile or his easygoing personality; it was something deeper, something that ignited a spark within you whenever he was around.
Over the years, your feelings for Heeseung grew quietly, like a vine creeping up a wall, until they enveloped you entirely. You found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought no one was looking, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his fingers effortlessly danced across the piano keys during family gatherings.
But you knew better than to entertain these feelings. Heeseung was Yeji’s brother, off-limits in every sense of the word. You tried to bury your desires deep within you, to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach whenever he was near. You reminded yourself that he was forbidden fruit, tempting but ultimately untouchable.
Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you stand up from Yeji‘s bed and make your way towards the door of her dorm room. The hallway floor squeaks under your feet as you make your way downstairs towards the kitchen. Your throat is dry, begging for water.
Quietly, you tiptoe through the dark kitchen. You grab a glass and turn on the sink, allowing it to fill. The water runs through your lips as you gulp the cool liquid, refreshing your insides. But a deep voice behind you causes you to jump, spilling water over your shirt.
"Couldn‘t sleep?"
You turn around, facing a tired and half-naked Heeseung leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His dark brown hair is tousled, his broad shoulders on display. He has his signature smirk, looking at you with heavy lids.
"Yeah, you could say that. What about you tho?" you ask, trying not to stare at his body.
He shrugs, "I can’t sleep when im stressed. And I have a lot to think about."
Heeseung comes towards you, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the glass from your hands. You watch as he brings the glass to his lips, drinking the remaining water in one gulp.
The scene is strangely intimate, and you wonder if Heeseung is aware of the effect he has on you, the way his mere presence makes you nervous.
He sets the empty glass on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours.
"So what's bothering you?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
Heeseung's smile fades, and his expression becomes serious. "It‘s you," he says quietly.
Your heartbeat quickens, and you're not sure if you heard him correctly. "Me?"
Heeseung steps closer, the distance between you almost non-existent. His fingers trace the side of your face, sending goosebumps down your spine.
"You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips.
Before you can respond, Heeseung closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.
Heeseung's hands rest on your hips, pulling you close as his lips move against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you feel lightheaded as his tongue explores your mouth.
You cling to his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingers. His kiss is fierce and hungry, a culmination of the desire that has been building between you for so long.
You slightly pull back, "Hee, we can’t, not here. Yeji is still awake. We shouldn’t…"
"Fuck her, I need you." Heeseung whispers before pulling you in again for a kiss.
☆ 박종성 ─ PARK JONGSEONG ; ( enemies to lovers )
Galas are a spectacle of elegance and grandeur, set in a magnificent ballroom adored with sparkling chandeliers. The air is filled with the scent of fragrant flowers and the soft murmur of conversation as guests mingle. Attendees are dressed in their finest attire, with women adorned in flowing gowns of silk and satin, and men resplendent in tailored tuxedos and polished shoes. Each step echoes against the marble floors, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication and refinement. Nothing could ruin such a perfect evening, right?
"You again?"
Wrong.
The voice comes from behind you, its familiar tone dripping with disdain. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is. He is the only person who could possibly manage to bring you down so effortlessly. Your shoulders drop, and a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Of course he is here. Jay Park.
Ever since your first encounter, the two of you have been like magnets, repelling each other at every turn. Probably because of your parents constant rivalry and their inability to play nice, the two of you had grown up hating each other. It didn't help that he was the most obnoxious, annoying, and irritating person you have ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Despite his good looks and impeccable style, he is the farthest thing from a gentleman, always quick to make a snide remark or a sarcastic comment. It seems like no matter where you go, he is always there, ready to get under your skin. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but it is inevitable, as you are both members of the elite class, attending the same parties and events.
It seems like tonight is no exception.
"You just can't seem to stay away from me, can you?" He continues, moving to stand in front of you.
Up close, he is even more infuriatingly handsome, with his dark hair swept back and his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes roam over your body, taking in your figure and outfit.
"I was having a good time before I saw you." You reply cooly, doing your best to hide the annoyance that is bubbling inside of you.
You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, knowing full well that his presence is affecting you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space and making you painfully aware of how close he is, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
"I'm sure you were. But now that I'm here, why don't you tell me what you think of my suit?"
As much as you want to ignore him and walk away, you can't help but take the bait. It is a beautiful suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, and you have to admit, he does look good. Too good, in fact.
You give him a cursory glance, and you can see the triumphant look on his face, clearly satisfied with the effect he has on you. You try not to let it get to your head.
"It's okay, I guess." You shrug, feigning nonchalance.
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to caress the fabric of your dress. "Such a pretty liar. This dress, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning."
You feel a blush creeping up your neck at his compliment, and the way his gaze lingers on you. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, blaming it on the champagne.
He tilts his head, his fingers tracing along the line of your collarbone. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to impress someone."
Your breath catches in your throat at his touch, and the intensity of his gaze. The tips of his fingers are searing against your skin, and you can't help but think about how his hands would feel on other parts of your body. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.
"And if I am? What's it to you?"
His eyes narrow, his expression suddenly serious. Jay leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
"Do you really think anyone here could possibly deserve you?" He murmurs.
You open your mouth to respond, but he doesn't give you a chance. He pulls back, his gaze never leaving yours, his fingers trailing down the length of your arm.
"The only one who could possibly match your beauty and grace is me, doll."
His words are a mixture of arrogance and sincerity, and you can't deny the way they affect you. You can't believe you're actually entertaining the idea, but there is something about his confidence, and the way he makes you feel, that makes you want to play along.
"Shut up, Park." You roll your eyes, but your lips betray you, the corners twitching into a smile. You can't help it, his playful teasing is too irresistible.
Jay laughs, the sound deep and rich, and your heart flutters in your chest. You're in trouble, you realize, but there's no going back now.
"Make me."
With that, you finally give in to the temptation, and press your lips against his. Jay Park is an arrogant asshole, and you hate him. But you can't deny the tension between the two of you, the way his touch makes you feel alive. And as his arms wrap around your waist and his lips capture yours, you can't help but sigh at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, and the promise of more.
You pull back, breathless and flushed, but he has other plans. He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that makes you weak in the knees. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you, and you can't help but arch into his touch, craving more. Until his lips are back on yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you give in, completely surrendering to him.
When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both panting. He rests his forehead against yours, a grin playing on his lips, "You better kill me soon because it‘s the only way you will ever be able to keep me away, doll."
☆ 심재윤 ─ SIM JAEYUN ; ( friends to lovers )
Jake and you strolled down the familiar streets, the crisp autumn air swirling around you. You had been best friends since childhood, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. Today, you found yourselves heading towards your favorite café, a cozy spot you had been frequenting for years.
As Jake pushes open the café door, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelopes you. You exchange knowing smiles, your eyes sparkling with shared memories. The barista, a friendly boy you had come to know well, greets you with a cheerful hello.
Jake leans against the counter, pretending to peruse the menu above the barista as you place your order. He can‘t help but notice the way the barista‘s eyes linger a little too long on you, his smile widens just a touch too far. As you chat with the boy, Jake‘s stomach twist with jealousy. He knows you're just your usual friendly self, but the way the barista flirts back makes his blood boil.
As you settle into your usual corner table, you glance at your best friend, noticing the subtle tension in his expression. "Are you okay, Jakey?"
Jake forces a smile. "Yeah, just tired," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he fiddles with the sugar packets on the table. You study him for a moment, sensing something is amiss, but decide not to press further. You know Jake well enough to give him space when he needs it.
Your conversation flows effortlessly as you sip on your coffee, the familiar comfort of each other's presence wrapping you like a cozy blanket. Jake can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the afternoon sun casts a golden glow around your silhouette. You had always been beautiful, but today, something about you seemed different, almost ethereal. His heart fluttered with the realization that he was hopelessly in love with you.
Jake claers his throat nervously, his heart racing as he tries to summon the courage to finally tell you how he feels. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Come with me, I want to show you something," Jake says, his voice soft. You nod, curious and excited as you follow him out the café.
The leaves crunch under your feet as you wander down the sidewalk, the streets quiet and still. Jake guides you down an alley, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, making your heart skip a beat.
Jake stops at a sea, where the gentle waves kiss the shore. His heart pounds with nervous anticipation as he leads you to a bench. The sky is ablaze with hues of pink, orange, and gold, casting a magical glow over the world around them. It‘s a sight that never fails to take your breath away, a spectacle of mother nature's beauty that mirror the depth oh his feelings for you.
You both sit in silence for a few moments, taking in the splendor around you. "I wanted to bring you here because it makes me think of you. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the way the sunset colors the sky. And the way the ocean waves crash against the shore...it's like music to my ears. You're like a sunset, and I'm the ocean. We compliment each other perfectly. When I'm around you, I feel complete. I always have, ever since we were kids. I've known since the day I met you that you were the one for me." Jake confesses as he gazes at you, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes are filled with such raw emotion, the depths of his feelings laid bare for you to see.
You are speechless, his words echoing in your head. Your heart is racing, overwhelmed by the intensity of his confession. He carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch sends tingles down your spine. "I've loved you since the day we met. I've been too afraid to tell you, scared that I'd lose our friendship if I said anything. But I can't keep it a secret anymore. I can't hide my feelings, not from you. I've spent my entire life loving you, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same."
"Jakey," you whisper, voice trembling as you reach out to cup his cheek. "I love you too. I alway have."
Tears of joy spring to his eyes, his heart overflowing with emotion. Jake gently leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips softly brushing yours. You kiss him back, his touch sending a wave of warmth through your body. Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace. After a few moments, Jake breaks the kiss, smiling brightly as he brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.
☆ 이희승 ─ PARK SUNGHOON ; ( rivals to lovers )
In the world of competitive ice skating, Sunghoon and you were known as the fiercest of rivals. Your rivalry was legendary, each pushing the other to greater heights with every elegant spin and daring jump. Your names were whispered in awe and admiration in ice rinks around the globe.
Sunghoon was a vision on the ice, with his effortless grace and precise movements captivating audiences and judges alike. You, on the other hand, were a force to be reckoned with, your fiery passion and determination shining through in every performance. Your rivalry was fueled by a mutual desire for greatness, each determined to outshine the other and claim victory on the ice.
Your coach, sensing the tension between you, decided to take a bold step. With the upcoming Cup of Champions looming on the horizon, he announced that Sunghoon and you would be paired together for the ice dance competition. At first, both of you were opposed, your rivalry too deeply ingrained to imagine dancing together as partners. But as the two of you began to rehearse your routine, something unexpected happened. As you glided across the ice in perfect harmony, your gazes met, and for the first time, you saw each other not as rivals, but as equals. There was a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that ignited with each graceful movement. Your rivalry melted away, replaced by a growing sense of admiration and respect for one another.
With each practice session, your connection grew stronger, your movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. You danced as if you were two halves of a whole, your bodies moving as one in a mesmerizing display of passion and artistry.
When the day of the competition finally arrived, Sunghoon and you were filled with nervous excitement. You knew that your performance would determine not only your fate on the ice, but also your relationship with each other. As the music began, the two of you moved in perfect unison, each step and turn executed with breathtaking precision. His gaze never left yours as the two of you twirled and leapt across the ice, creating a spectacle unlike anything the audience had ever seen.
Sunghoon comes closer, preparing for the next stunt, and you feel the tension between you rise. His eyes are focused on you, his expression intense, and you can't help but be drawn to him. He reaches out for you, and you take his hand, the connection between you electrifying. His body moves against yours, his movements both powerful and delicate, and you are swept away by the intensity of it all.
As the music becomes slower, Sunghoon holds you close, his breath hot against your neck.
"I never imagined dancing with you could feel so… right," He whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he pulls you even closer.
But before you can respond, the music picks up again, and the final movements of the routine demand your attention. Sunghoon's arms are strong around you, as he slowly lifts you up, your bodies pressed together as you glide across the ice. The audience is on their feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium, but all you can focus on is the man in front of you, his stare filled with an emotion you can't quite name. His beautiful brown eyes are shining under the bright lights.
"I never thought I‘d say this, but I‘m glad we were paired together," you confess, a small smile gracing your lips as he sets you down gently.
You are both breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling as you catch your breath. The crowd is chanting your names, and you can't help but laugh softly. Sunghoon grabs your arm, turning you towards him, his expression serious.
You look at him, his eyes filled with a fire that makes your heart race. He cups your face in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a deep sigh, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It is tender, yet passionate, and you melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair.
The kiss is a promise, a commitment to a new beginning. And well let‘s just say the audience made sure to cheer extra loud. Tonight you left the arena with a trophy in one hand and with Sunghoon in the other.
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slater-baby · 2 days
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The 141 and their massage therapist...
Yeah so I have horrible carpal tunnel and this....yeah just HEAR ME OUT
!!!DUB CON!!!
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The 141 take their training pretty seriously. However, their line of military work is no stranger to service related injuries. Back pain, ankle sprains, muscle cramps - you name it and the 141 has had it. And that is where you come in: the cheap, young, and inexperienced massage therapist charged with taking care of them. You're fresh out of school and still working to get your footing, but you'll be damned if you don't take care of these veterans to the best of your ability.
Though, as life would have it, you take care of a lot more than just the occasional crick in the neck.
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Price is older than you. That, and very obviously used to being in control. His rank and reputation give him away. Even at your first meeting, you feel silently infatuated with his stature. He's kind and charming, used to cracking jokes, but also used to things going his way. He's confident and mature - something you're very much lacking.
And from the moment you first shake his hand, one thing becomes very, very obvious: his attraction to you is completely unashamed.
Sprawled out on your table with just a towel covering his bulging cock, meaty hands swiping over the hair on his chest while he waits for you to get the oils ready.
"Ready whenever you are, darling."
And the whole time, you can't help but shiver in flustered admiration at his big biceps and chest, hands nearly shaking with trepidation at the beautiful, tempting mass of man beneath you.
And like the shameless man that he is, he absorbs every single second of it. He flexes his arms in your grip, just to watch the way heat rushes to your cheeks. He purposefully edges the towel down a bit lower, just so that you'll bite your lip when the tip of his cock just barely peeks over the top of it.
He's not ashamed to be exposed to you. Hell, he likes it. Likes watching the way you fawn over his bare arms and built legs, likes watching you try to hide the way you bite your lip every time you pour a bit more oil over his skin.
He's always polite and kind.
"Little bit more to the left, darling?"
He always says please and thank you.
And yet, he can't help but tease you with the promise of his naked body, brush his arm against you when he readjusts his position on the table. And when he gets redressed and walks you back to the front desk after each appointment, his hand never fails to rest on your lower back, guiding you along with him, letting you bask in his scent and touch.
And one day, as you're massaging his arm, he sees you crossing your legs like it'll give you even an ounce friction between your thighs. You can't hide the obvious heat in your eyes when he reaches over the edge of the table and ever so slightly brushes over the back of your thigh, reaching up to trace the pretty little your panties make underneath your trousers.
"Sweetheart," he drawls, feeling the way your hand clenches around his skin the harder he traces the panty lines down in between your legs, "Think it's about time I took care of you instead now, yeah?"
Needless to say, it's the first time you've ever been laid out on your own massage table. Though, judging by the way John leaves a trail of hickeys from your waist to neck, you'll soon be doing it again.
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If Gaz is anything, he's an absolute sweetheart. He reminds you of the boys you met in college. Y'know, the kind of guys you were partnered up with for group discussions? Smiley, sweet, almost idyllic. Idly, you admit you found them cute for a fleeting moment. Perhaps you imagined for a couple seconds what it might be like to go on a date with them. Usually, it stopped there.
But Gaz...
With his lean, hard-earned muscles and spotless skin, he looked like the star in all of your college boyfriend fantasies - with the D1 physique to go with it.
He's talkative and has no shortage of funny jokes. The two of you become fast friends.
Only, it's really hard to concentrate on conversation when your hands get to run over each and every inch of his covetable body. His defined hipbones, veiny forearms, and muscled calves. You find yourself drifting into thought as your hands run from his neck to his shoulder, all the way down to his pristine fingertips.
You're nearly salivating as you watch the way his biceps bend and curve underneath your hands.
"Love," he suddenly shocks you out of your reverie, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Uh--no," you admit, hurriedly pulling your eyes away from where the dimples of his back disappear beneath the towel and onto the boring, beige walls, "Sorry, it's just been a long day."
"No worries," he chuckles, that same, friendly smile on his face.
Only, when he turns to lay his face back onto the table with a roll of his perfect shoulders, you swear you hear a muffled "looked like something caught your eye for a second there..."
And like that, the two of you continue on. Him, making joke after joke - getting more and more suggestive as the days go on.
One day, after a particularly rough work out, you manage to wrangle him on the table. His sore legs scream for help with every massaging touch.
"Fuck," he curses, legs shaking in your hand, "Can you go a bit easier, love? Think I'm liable to pass out at this rate."
You chuckle, pressing into the spot harder, "Trust me, you'll feel better after this."
"I dunno," he grunts, biting his cheek, "Look, it usually means that something feels good when my legs start shaking. But this is just--fuck--"
His words are cut off by a wince, but they stick in your mind nonetheless. A notable runner-up comes a week later. You'd twisted your ankle at the gym just an hour before Kyle's appointment. Your foot had been so sore you'd had a hard time standing straight.
"You okay? Need some Tylenol or something?" he'd commented, worried.
"It's nothing, just twisted it," you'd brushed him off with a smile, "I'll take care of it when I get home."
"You sure?" he'd laughed, looking down at your ankle, "It looks like it hurts. Might just have to trade places with you today, get you on the table instead."
You'd laughed along and made some snide joke about him trying to get out of another painful session. And yet, you can't deny that his voice had lingered in your head long after he'd left the room that day.
It all comes to a head one week when you misjudge the time of your appointment with Kyle and accidentally walk in five minutes early...
...Only to see him with his jeans halfway down the hips you'd been massaging not two days earlier, a big, covered bulge front and center of his unzipped fly. And from the minute you walk in, you swear you can feel the heat building between the two of you. And when that friendly smile drops, you know one thing for sure now: Gaz had never wanted to settle for "just friends" to begin with.
When he gently reaches for your wrist to pull you into the room, bending you over the massage table this time, it's safe to say his strong hands, beautiful body, and hard cock put all of your fantasies to shame. That, and he's decidedly unfriendly when he steals your phone out of your purse, wordlessly entering his phone number while you're still sexed out and dazed on top of the massage table.
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Ghost, however, is not friendly. Not friendly in the slightest.
Your first meeting - if it could even be counted as one - consisted of about two words and about ten awkward grunts from the masked man. When you handed him the consent forms, your hands felt like they were dripping with sweat. And when he ended up on your table a week later, you almost felt like you were being held at gunpoint when you uncorked the bottle of oil.
He was silent the entire time. Well, for the most part. His only interactions with you consisted of low, breathy sighs as you worked through a knot. Or a small, wordless grunts when you found a spot that he liked. If he found your hands slowing in their ministrations, your eyes lingering on where his scarred pelvis disappeared beneath the towel, he'd snap you back to attention with a single command.
"Love," he'd growl, muscles tensing dangerously underneath your hands, "This is your job, innit? So do it then."
And even if you still harbored the smallest bit of wariness about the guy, you had to admit:
Ghost was big. Like, really, really big.
His feet nearly dangled off of your table with how tall he was. He had to fold his arms underneath his head because his shoulders were too broad to fit on the cushions. You can't even fit your fingers around one half of his massive arm. And his hands - god, his hands. They looked almost twice the size of your own. Some small, timid part of you muses, "if he started swinging, he'd take me out with one hit."
But the other, more prominent side of you thinks...
He would have no problem pinning you underneath him, popping the buttons on your shirt, spreading your legs. He could pick you up, push you against the wall, and take what he wanted - fuck you hard enough that your coworkers could hear it through the drywall.
And then all those breathy groans he tried so hard to muffle in the crook of his elbow would be well and truly yours.
And with those thoughts coursing through your mind...really, it isn't a surprise when he finds your eyes lingering on where the towel covers his half-hard cock. After so many appointments watching you try to hide your obvious attraction to him, he found you looking at his crotch a lot these days.
And when you begin massaging his abs, running your hands down from his plush pectorals to the beginning of the v-line on his pelvis, he doesn't miss the way your hands twitch against his hipbone. Like this, leaned over him, you can barely see the tip of his cock pressed up against his belly button, drops of precum gathering in the hair there.
So lost in your own trance, you don't even register that your hands have stopped moving until he emits an amused scoff. And when his calloused hand pushes yours away, using the tip of his finger to fold the towel back just enough to expose his leaking cock to your eager eyes, you can't even begin to deny the way your blood boils in your veins.
"You're staring," he tells you lowly, watching how you bite your lips at every twitch of his dick.
"M'sorry," your stunted voice replies, "It's just that you're so...big."
"Mm," he hums, reaching down to give himself a teasing tug; the oil lubes him up nicely, "Big in the ways that count."
You don't reply, you only watch him touch himself with rapt attention, practically drooling.
"You wanna touch me here too?" he teases, getting off on the clueless flush you wear, "It's your job, innit? So do it, slag."
As a massage therapist, you took pride in taking away your patients' pain. Sprains, aches, limps - they all cowered before you. And yet, when you leave your own office with a limp in your step and a ten digit phone number scrawled on the back of your hand, you can do nothing more than smile.
It's safe to say your clothes are well and truly ruined by the time you make it home. And it wasn't from the massage oil.
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Soap is...well, he's just as bombastic as he is in the field on your table.
In the beginning, he was a bit awkward. He flinched and shocked every time you hit a sore spot, a red flush high on his cheeks. For the first few appointments, he can barely field a conversation with you. And even when he gets over his stunted silence, he can hardly keep the stutter out of his voice. For his sake, you try not to laugh anytime he makes an awkward comment.
However, Johnny has always been a firecracker. He throws himself into each and every challenge without a second thought. And while it's paid off nicely in his professional life, it hasn't always been kind on his body.
As the weeks go on, he shows up on your table more often than anyone else. He even manages to nag you into a few private sessions just to ease his aching back after particularly grueling workouts.
"C'mon, bonnie," you hear his familiar whine over the phone, "Gimme twenty minutes. Just twenty. I dinnae mean to whinge, but the Cap'n's cross today. Had me running laps 'til I keeled over. M'legs feel like toothpicks."
And more often than not, you give in to his demands.
While Johnny sometimes eats away at your personal time, you can't help but take a liking to him. After all, his sunny personality and witty turn of phrase would keep anyone entertained. It's just...his brawny body doesn't fail to be the star of every single wet dream you could ever conjure. His thighs are massive and strong, and his chest looks so muscled and soft you can't help but dream of laying against them.
And it certainly doesn't help that his sore body oftentimes makes him the most vocal out of all four of them. That, and his entire body seems to come alight underneath your fingertips with every bruising touch.
"Oh, fuck," his hand shoots out suddenly to grab you around the wrist, pressing you harder into where you're massaging his hip, "Just like that, bonnie. Fuck, you're so good at that..."
And as the weeks go on, you can't help but work harder and harder, relishing in every groan and praise that drops from his lips.
"God, you're perfect," he tells you one night as you massage his thigh.
"Can you--can you go just a bit lower? It's just...my hip's fucked. Can't even walk straight," he chuckles with another week, his pale face deepening into a sheepish, red blush. Looking away from your face, he edges down the towel to expose his sore hip. The next groan he lets out is stifled, his arm thrown over his face - as if the two of you still had even a shred of decency left between each other.
And now that you've solidified your friendship, he's not as awkward anymore. Yes, he still flushes when you first walk in, his nude body on display. But the minute you begin to work into his tense muscles, it all washes away.
Only, during one session, you begin to notice how your hands have a different effect on him than you'd ever seen before.
You're massaging his hip again, pressing into it with nearly your full weight. After a week of hard work, Johnny's beyond decorum, biting into his lip as he tries to stifle loud, relieved moans with each and every knead.
And when you hit one sweet spot in particular, you don't miss a twitch beneath the towel.
"Right there," he tells you breathlessly, "That's - that's where it hurts."
And just like he tells you, you press into it again. And with every move, you watch him get harder and harder beneath the cover, the muscles in his legs tensing while you work through the knot. The towel skews to the side, and even as his aching, red cock is exposed to the air, he hardly takes notice - too caught up in your touch to think straight.
"God, bonnie," he grunts roughly, jerking beneath you hands, "Fuck--"
And to your (pleasant) surprise, the next move finds more than just oil lubing up your palms.
He cums with a grunt, untouched, naked beneath your eyes. And you watch as his ejaculate paints up and over his slick abs, his entire stomach clenching while he rides out the pleasure.
At the very least, he has the sense to be embarrassed about it. For a good moment, he can do nothing more than sit there panting, his arm over his eye while he hurriedly pulls the towel back up.
"I'm - God, I'm sorry, bonnie. I swear I didn't mean to," he blurts out, uncovering his eyes to send you a look of desperate sincerity.
However, when he sees you staring down at his slick, semen covered stomach, an undeniable heat in your eyes...
Well, the shame flees to the back of his mind. Without even trying, he's hard underneath the towel within minutes. And at your lack of a reply, he can't help but cut into your personal time just one more time.
"Bonnie..." he asks, trying to hide the eager look in his eye, "Think we could go another twenty minutes? I promise I'll make it worth your while."
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HM YEP OKAY WOW CAN YOU TELL THESE GET LONGER AND LONGER THE MORE I THINK ABOUT THEM lkjaljdsflkafj
anyway ;-; this is me venting after a very long week at school. Hope you guys enjoyed ❤️
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lev1hei1chou · 16 hours
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My Husband
Gojo x reader, Nanami x reader (individual) Genre: Fluff Words: 676 Synopsis: You refer to them as your husband, when you're dating Masterlist
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The sun hung low in the sky as you strolled through the city with Gojo Satoru by your side. The two of you were enjoying a rare day off, relishing in each other's company. As you wandered through a crowded street, a familiar face caught your eye. It was a friend from years ago, someone you hadn't seen in ages.
"Hey! Long time no see!" your friend exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.
You exchanged pleasantries, catching up on each other's lives. Eventually, your friend's gaze shifted to Gojo, who had been standing patiently beside you.
"Oh, and who's this handsome fella?" your friend asked with a playful grin.
You chuckled nervously, feeling a sudden urge to embellish the situation. "Oh, this is Satoru Gojo. He's my husband."
Your friend's eyes widened in surprise, "Husband? Wow, congratulations! When did you guys get married?"
Gojo, caught off guard by your statement, raised an eyebrow. You shot him a quick apologetic look, realizing you may have jumped the gun.
"We're not married yet, actually," Gojo clarified, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But she's just so in love with me that she couldn't wait to claim me as her husband."
You playfully nudged him, feigning annoyance. "Oh, please. Don't let him fool you. We're just dating."
Your friend laughed, sharing a knowing look with Gojo. "Well, you two seem happy. It's great to see you again! I won't keep you, but let's catch up properly sometime."
As your friend walked away, Gojo turned to you with a smirk. "Husband, huh? I guess you're not the only one who can play along."
You rolled your eyes, "I panicked! It just slipped out. Besides, it's not like it's never going to happen, right?"
Gojo leaned in, planting a teasing kiss on your cheek. "Oh, it'll happen. Just know that when it does, I'll be the one saying 'I told you so.'" You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn't help but smile at his words.
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You sat comfortably on the couch in your apartment, phone pressed to your ear as you chatted with your friend. Nanami, your boyfriend, was in the kitchen, silently preparing some tea. The conversation flowed casually until your friend asked about your day.
"Oh, you know, just spending time with my husband," you said casually, not giving it a second thought.
As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. You turned to find Nanami staring at you, tea kettle in hand, with a raised eyebrow. His expression was a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Husband?" Nanami mouthed, clearly overhearing your conversation.
You shot him an apologetic look, realizing the slip-up. Trying to ignore the situation, you turned away from him and continued talking to your friend, "Yeah, he's just in the kitchen making tea right now. Oh, speaking of which, he's giving me a look because I accidentally called him my husband. Silly me."
Nanami's gaze intensified as he observed your attempts to backtrack. He set the kettle down, his arms crossed over his chest. You couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement from him.
"Accidentally?" he quirked an eyebrow, his tone dry and playful.
You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, knowing you were caught. "Well, I mean, you do act like a husband sometimes, don't you?"
Nanami approached, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so?"
You nodded, trying to play it off cool. "Yeah, you know, looking out for me, making tea – all the husband-like things."
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "If I'm going to be your husband, maybe we should make it official."
Your cheeks flushed at his suggestion, realizing that he wasn't upset. Instead, Nanami seemed to be enjoying the banter. You shot him a playful glare, "You're not getting off that easy, mister."
Nanami chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe one day, I'll make an honest woman out of you." You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile on your face.
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maplesyrupsainz · 1 day
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Congrats on 1k angel! So proud of you and your incredible mind! May I please request a Charles Leclerc blurb with number 5 off the prompt list? My bashful, shy self would melt, especially with it being written by your hand.
pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader y/n (she/her)
genre: blurb
warnings: none
prompt: five [driver] trying to get you to go on a date with him
a/n: thank u so much omg this is the sweetest ask ever i hope this lives up to ur expectations 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 it's kind of SO LONG hahahaha but it was fun to write tbh i couldn't stop 😛
my masterlist | 1k celebration
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you knew nothing about formula one whatsoever. well, you knew it was fast cars driving around in circles. somehow your best friend had finally dragged you to a race after begging for what felt like forever.
so here you were, stood in the middle of the paddock alone, lost and extremely confused. your friend was dating a driver and had said they would both meet you at his garage, however you did not know where you were at all.
“lost?” you heard a male voice from behind you, startling you slightly. “oh, sorry. i didn't mean to scare you.”
“you're fine,” you brushed it off, “i actually am super lost.”
“yea, you're not keeping it much of a secret.” he chuckled softly, causing a slight blush of pink to rise onto your cheeks. “where are you trying to get to?”
“my best friend, i'm supposed to be meeting her at..” you paused softly as you unlocked your phone to check the garage name you had been texted earlier that morning. “alpine.”
“ah!” the man's eyes lit up with some sort of recognition. “you are kika’s friend. i will take you to her.”
“oh, it's really okay if you just send me in the right sort of direction. you don't need to go out of your way for me,” you smile at him softly, willing him to leave you alone with your eyes – you are much too shy to be spending too much time with a man, a very attractive one at that.
“oh don't worry, i couldn't leave a girl as pretty as you out here alone. follow me,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you before turning on his heel, with you following behind meekly.
“so,” the dreaded word left his lips; now you were going to have to converse with this gorgeous man. “how long have you known kika?”
“my whole life, we went to prom together and everything.” you smile to yourself at the memory, and he lets out a laugh that sounds like music to your ears. the mindless small talk seems to come somewhat easy to you with him, a first for sure. you almost feel disappointed when you see what is clearly the alpine garage ahead of you.
“ah, here we are.” he smiles at you, before suddenly offering his hand to you. “by the way, i'm charles.”
“y/n,” you say and nod softly at him, taking his outstretched hand to shake hesitantly.
“y/n,” he repeats, studying your face much too intently, causing the pink blush from earlier to return to your cheeks. “and what are you doing this evening, y/n?”
you shrug and mumble out a reply along the lines of claiming to be hanging out kika and her boyfriend, pierre. in reality, you have no plans at all but the way this stranger says your name sends your head spinning and butterflies filling your stomach.
“let me take you out.” he states abruptly, catching you off guard completely. you have never had a man as gorgeous as charles hit on you so blatantly before.
a small laugh escapes your lips as you begin to shake your head before speaking, “i'm not sure about that..” you see charles’ brow furrow slightly at your reply; a man so beautiful must be shocked by a rejection.
“y/n! charles! you guys met!” you almost sigh in relief as you hear the voice of your best friend behind you, and the feeling of her grabbing you into an embrace that you gladly return.
“kika, i'm so glad to see you,” you say, muffled into her hair as you hug. she lets go of you, holding you at arms length and studying you intently, making you laugh.
“you just get more and more beautiful every time i see you!” she exclaims in glee before turning to charles, “hi charles, i'm glad you got to meet my beautiful friend.”
“the pleasure is all mine,” he flashed a grin at you, causing the butterflies that lay dormant in your stomach to take flight again.
“anyway, i just wanted to say, y/n,” kika looked at you mischievously, “me and pierre have something on tonight. i wanted to check that you're okay keeping yourself entertained this evening?” you narrowed your eyes at her. you knew exactly what she was doing.
“actually,” you look up at the new voice in the conversation, to see pierre with his arm slung lazily over charles’ shoulders. “how about you and charles hang out, y/n? i think you'd get on.”
“what an amazing idea!” kika lets out a squeal, clapping her hands together.
“no, i–”
“i'll see you tonight then, y/n. 7?” charles winked at you, before turning on his heel and heading back to his own garage, you assumed. you groaned.
“guys...”
“oh y/n/n, you'll thank us later, i'm sure.” pierre, laughing at your obvious discomfort.
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Our Doll ❣️🔪 (Pt. 5)
Yandere!Chan x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Changbin
(pt. 4)
Warnings: Yandere! , Smut, Obsession, Stalking
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Our Doll (Pt. 5)
“Hey Binnie, Are you okay?”
Changbin blinked a few times when hearing your question; he didn’t even realize that he was staring off. 
“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He chuckled nervously while rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb. He was feeling guilty. He broke the promise he made to you. Chan knew where you were and that he’s been seeing you. In fact, He was right outside, waiting in the car. And this man was patient. It’s almost been two hours and he hasn’t texted or complained once, completely trusting that his best friend will be coming out with his darling doll when ready. 
So far, You’ve had a simple breakfast and now was chatting with Changbin in the living room. It was about moving. You wanted to go apartment hunting soon and you would’t mind Changbin coming along. Actually, you grew to really like him. He gave you all his attention and showered you with love. He was also getting a little better with his obsessive behavior. It was still there and caused some issues but at least he was trying and you actually liked how protective he was. Perhaps you were falling in love… how crazy.
“Doll...?”
“Yes, Binnie?” You replied with a small smile.
Changbin felt your reply sting. You called him that nickname with endearment and he knew that.
“Y-you look very beautiful today.” 
“Oh thank you.” You said with a giggle and light blush.
“Um… there’s that new cafe that opened…” he looked down at your hand and squeezed it lightly. “I know we just ate… but maybe we could get some coffee and snack?”
“Oh sure!” 
He nodded and gently rubbed you cheek. “Y/n… You’re the most perfect woman in the world… practically a living doll.”
It was a sweet sentiment and you couldn’t help smiling. “Well… you’re not too bad yourself.”
Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Lets go to the cafe now.”
Changbin nodded and stood up, still holding your hand before sitting back down.
“Y/n... baby I…” he stuttered, unable to make eye contact with you. “I-I have something to tell you…”
“What’s wrong?”
“You know… I-I made a promise to you… to keep you safe…”
“Yeah…?” you grew suspicious, feeling uneasy by his tone and demeanor.
“A-And I love you!” He held both your hands tight. “B-but I… Please don’t be mad…”
“What did you do…?”
“Y/n, I love you! You know that b-but I had to!”
“Changbin…” you paused, biting you lip. “Y-you didn’t… tell—?”
“I did!” He interrupted.
“How could you?!”
“N-no! You see I had too!” He panicked as you pulled away from him. “Chan is may best friend! A-and he loves you too! He just wants—!”
“I don’t care what he wants!” You cried while standing up quickly. “Y-You betrayed me! I-I thought you loved me!”
“No no, Y/n!” He said while also standing, tears forming. “I do love you!”
“Then why did you do that?!”
“I just—… I-I—…” He stuttered. “He’ll be gentle! H-he won’t hurt you, I promise! We just wanna—!”
“He’s outside… isn’t he...?” You asked solemnly.
“Y/n…”
“And to think… I was starting to fall in love with you…” you sighed while looking down, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Changbin felt your words like a stab to the heart. You were right; How could he do this?
In this moment, he had to make an important decision… the most important one he’s ever made: His best friend or the love of his life. 
Chan has been his best friend for years! They were practically brothers. Heck, he only knew of you because Chan would show him pictures. But you… well he truely believes that you are his one and only love. His soulmate. His perfect little doll. 
After the internal argument, he made a decision… and someone wasn’t going to like it.
“Y/n—’ 
“No Changbin, I don’t wanna hear it…” you sighed while wiping tears.
“No, y/n.” He grabbed your hand. “I’m not taking you to Chan.”
“W-what?”
“I made a promise to protect you… and… I’m gonna do just that…”
You looked at him a bit confused. Why would he tell his friend where you were only to back out just now?  
“I-I love you… and I have to protect you… I have to protect my precious Doll…” He said while lightly squeezing your hand. “I won’t let him get you…”
“But if he’s outside… How are you supposed to of that…? We’re basically trapped here.” 
The man bit his tongue while thinking about it. You’re right. But he had to think of something. 
“Where’s the building’s parking garage?” He asked suddenly. 
“Basement level? The elevator and stairs to get there are down the hall, just 2 doors down.” 
“And how many exits and entrances are there?” 
“Two but either way you go, It’ll lead to the same main road…”
It was hard for Changbin to think clearly at the moment but he needed to have a plan. “How about—?’ 
A sudden knock at the door had you both jump in place; it was Chan, and he was getting impatient. 
“B-Binnie!” You yelped in a loud whisper only for him to cover your mouth before dragging you to the bedroom. 
“The window!” He said suddenly while opening and removing the screen from your window. He grabbed some cash from his wallet and stuffed it in your pocket before pushing you. “You need to leave now.”
“B-but we’re on the second floor!”
“Do your best to climb… hide at that gas station. Wait two hours and get on a bus to the next town.”
“B-binnie—”
“I’ll call you in a few hours. We’ll meeting up a-and I’ll take care of you forever!
“N-no Binnie I can’t!” Your heart was racing as you looked out the window and tears formed “P-please no”
The knocking at the front door only got louder.
 “O-okay… Hide in the closet. I-I’ll think of something.”
You nodded and hid as he went to the living room, letting his older friend in. 
“Binnie, you were taking too long.” Chan grunted. “Where is she?”
“Not here….” He replied bluntly.
“What? Don’t lie to me!”
“Hyung—”
“I’m sick of your selfishness! What kinda friend are you?!” Chan yelled, sounding quite hurt. “I shared with you a beautiful doll, and now you are keeping her to yourself!”
Now Changbin felt even worse, he betrayed his friend. How could he do that??
You could hear all this from the closet. It began to worry you that Chan was going to manipulate him into handing you over. 
Much to your surprise, he was actually quiet and you could tell just by his voice alone that Chan was getting irritated.
“Changbin, I swear to god… where is she?” He grunted. “So we could take her home….”
The younger man was silent, only looking down at the floor.
“Changbin!”
“No!” He yelled suddenly. “S-she’s mine! I-I have to protect her!”
Chan was surprised. Heck, Changbin was surprised himself. He’s never yelled back at his older friend before.
But Chan wasn’t amused, instead he pushed his friend out of the way and started looking around, going to the kitchen and the hallway closet. He made his way to your room and Changbin followed, very worried.
You held your breath as he got near the closet. This was really it. You knew in this moment, your freedom was about to be gone. Why fight it?
The door swung open and you were face to face with Chan. He let out a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe, babydoll. I was so worried!”
You were expecting him to harshly pull you out and yell but that didn’t happen. Yeah he pulled you out, but instead of yelling, he hugged you tight. And you could’ve sworn you heard some soft weeping. It was a little… heartwarming?
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Eventually you end up back at their house. Dinner was a bit awkward as you silently ate. You sat at the end of the table as the two men sat on each side of you.
Ever since you got back, Chan hasn't let you around Changbin much. The younger man could feel the tense passive aggression in the air. It's been a few hours since you got here and you didn't put up too much of a fight. Of course, that didn't mean you didn't put up any fight. It mostly came out in snarky responses and aversion to advances. You didn't wanna be here and it had you thinking about how to escape again.
Chan was once your friend but now he was just crazy and obsessive. He had no problem with pulling you around like a literal doll although he claimed to love you so much.
Oddly enough, you felt better being around Changbin. The younger man did promise to protect you so it made you wonder if he'd stop his friend from doing anything to crazy.
As Chan cooked, Changbin kept quietly apologizing to you and it made you feel a little bad.
"Im sorry... Im sorry... Im sorry..." he kept whispering. You did your best to comfort him as he continued whispering to himself.
"I'll keep you safe... I'll keep you safe... I promise... I promise..." he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. It had you tearing up....
It was hard to deny that the food Chan made was actually pretty good, almost euphoric. Have you ever loved a dish this much? It was a bit odd. It wasn't anything fancy and with it you just had a glass of water. It tasted a little odd but Chan said it was just their tap.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?” You managed to get out before slowly raising your head to look at Chan. It was as if time were moving just a bit slower.
“I’m so glad you’re home…” he said while rubbing your hand. “I missed you…” His voice sounded like it had so much emotion in it.
You only stared at him. His smile was very sweet and… loving. Has he always had a wonderful smile?
Changbin touched your other hand as Chan then softly rubbed your cheek.
It was hard to not subconsciously lean into his hand and you were a bit tired. You gave in and seemed to be… relaxed.
“My doll… are you tired?”
‘Oh wow, it’s almost like he read your mind! How did he know?’ You thought to yourself, starting to feel more and more delirious.
“Y/n…? Are you feeling okay?” Changbin asked with a little concern.
“Yeah Binnie. ‘M just… a bit sleepy…” you said before yawning. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open as Chan continued rubbing your hand.
“Just a bit?” Chan teased. “You seem very sleepy.”
“Hmm… maybe I am…” you replied as he held your chin and slowly nodded your head.
“Well then. Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” Chan asked.
You had a small smile as he made you nod again. It felt like you had no control of your muscles.
“But hyung—”
“I think! It’s only fair, right Binnie?” Chan interrupted in a more passive aggressive tone.
“Right…” the younger man sighed.
Chan took you to his bedroom and helped you change, which you allowed because you were tired. You started wondering why you felt so weak, but Chan's sparatic compliments quickly distracted you.
“You’re as beautiful as ever.” He said with a smile. “I missed you so much.”
This only made you blush as he tucked you in, already dozing off.
All the while, Changbin was getting antsy. He already felt guilty for letting Chan get to you but he also wants you to himself. I mean, he was the one who found you and Chan knew just how much he needed you. Chan knew that he couldn’t live without you! But right now he felt punished. Chan was with you in the bedroom doing who knows what!
It bothered him a lot and he couldn’t stop tossing and turning in bed until finally getting up and going to the kitchen. Originally he came for water but then he saw something else. On the counter, disguised as a bottle of ibuprofen, was the mystery drug.
Changbin already knew that Chan had drugged you earlier. But the man always wondered where his older friend acquired such drugs. It was the type to make you drowsy and suggestible.
If this is what Chan was planning, to drug you everyday, well then that was crazy but it got him thinking. Thinking about something that put a smile on his face…
Chan needs drugs to get you to love him. Whereas, you already love Changbin. No drugs required.
That definitely boosted his ego and perhaps he could one day get you back for himself. He wants to love and care and protect you. Changbin believes you are his soulmate— no he knows that you’re his soulmate!
Changbin took some sips of water, smiling to himself as he thought about the beautiful life the two of you will have. He just had to ‘get rid’ of Chan…
Meanwhile, you found yourself asleep in Chan’s arms. You weren’t sure if he put you there or you snuggled close to him but whatever the case, he held you tight, kissing your cheek and whispering praises in your ear. It went from complimenting your beauty to positive affirmations. All leading up to small whispering that had you make small groans in response.
“You’re never leaving me, right?”
“Mm…” you moaned softly.
“There she is… that’s our sweet doll.”
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ilwonuu · 2 days
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-‘๑’- don’t you wanna? -‘๑’-
↬ kim seungmin
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ꙮ pairing- nonidol!seungmin x fem reader, established relationship,dom!seungmin x sub reader
ꙮ summary- your boyfriend loves for other people to hear how good he makes you feel.
ꙮ warnings- slight voyeurism(???)(, hyunjin, jeongin, and chan are listening to them…), unprotected sex (no one is surprised), dirty talk, seungmin is crazyzysyys, riding, hickeys, kissing, lmk if i missed anything
ꙮ a/n-literally no one asked for this.. i wrote this while high(im crazy while high) I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE HAPPY 600💖💖
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seungmin has been playing video games all day you assume. as soon as you come home from work he’s at his desk playing. his eyes getting darker when he sees you come through the door.
“hi min.” you say as you lean down to hug him. he’s pulling you on his lap with a half smirk. “hi gorgeous.” his hands are wrapped around your waist now as you straddle him.
“how was work?” you shrug with a sigh laying your head on him. “tiring?” he asks you as he plays with some of your hair. you nod with a smile.
“i could help you relax.” he says loud enough for you and his friends on the call to hear. seungmin hears chan laugh nervously through his headphones. he moves one of the headphones off his hear as he hears jeongin voice.
“are you really doing this with us on the call?” you hear jeongin’s question through his headphones which causes you to shoot a look at seungmin. “that okay baby?” he asks you quietly.
“y-yea.” you don’t know why you agreed so easily. did you want his friends to hear you? maybe.. but seungmin loved the thought of his friends hearing your moans from him. you felt your body heat up at the thought.
“hyunjin is on the call too.” seungmin admits looking at you for your reaction. you nod taking your shorts off. seungmin’s smirk is just getting bigger.
he pulls his sweatpants down look at you take your underwear off. “come sit on it baby.” he shrugs his underwear down. you straddle his waist as you feel him line you up with his tip.
he fists some of you hair as you finally sit down on him. he is quick to start bouncing you up and down. “seu-min oh fuck-“ his mouth is sucking against your neck as he moves your hips.
you can’t hear any of the boys on the call but thinking about this hearing you, you got wetter and seungmin loved to call you out.
“you’re so w-wet shit. what are you thinking about huh? you thinking about how they can hear how i’m fucking you like a good girl? i bet you wish they could see you too huh? fucking slut.” your already unable to form words to respond.
“look at you. doing anything to take my dick. i bet you were thinking about this all day.” he teases you as he starts to thrust up into you.
“seungmin- too much!-“ he just smirks at you. “you love being fucked like a slut tho, huh? say it.” he grabs your face to look at him. “i-i love it! p-please.”
he smirks pulling you into a messy kiss. “ride baby- fuck just like that.” the three other boys are not sure what their reactions should be.
but their all obviously hard. your moans and obvious sounds of your arousal is filling the room. “you guys- shit hear her? so fu-fucking good.” he says the last couple of words while watching you go completely dumb on him.
“gonna cum slut? let go baby.” he’s guiding your hips along with his thrusts up. his thrusts hitting deeper. your eyes are rolling so far back, seungmin just watches you with a smirk.
“min- mm coming.” he just groans. “cum baby. fuuck- good girl.” he watches your leg twitch as you cum on his dick. “want my cum slut?” he asks already knowing the answer.
“please seungmin-“ his thrusts are fast and sloppy as he cums deep inside you. “shit- you take all of it- fuck baby.” the two of you trying to catch your breath. “let me get off call then we can shower?” seungmin asks you before you hear muffled voices from the headset.
“what are we supposed to say-“ hyunjin asks through the call with his voice sounding kinda shaky. “idk it was kinda hot.” jeongin admits with no shame.
“im getting off the the call. i’ll get on tomorrow.” your boyfriend chimes in. “uh bye-“ chan begins to say before you hear him cut the call.
“did you like it?” he asks as he slowly pulls out of you. “of course-“ he’s cutting you off with a kiss. “i knew you would. let’s go shower.”
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NO DRINKS FOR SVECH??? oh absolutely not! lets give him a lil dirty flirtini! "Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
19. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.” 
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“You look pretty lonely over here.”
You paused, the rim of your glass hovering just at your lips as you turned your head to find a familiar face grinning at you. In all honesty, you were surprised it had taken him as long as it did to come over, considering the fact his eyes had been glued to the second you walked into the bar.
“You been watching me?” You asked, despite knowing the answer. 
“Maybe,” Andrei murmured, his cheeks rosy and pink from whatever drinks he had been nursing since the win earlier that night. It was a big one, one that deserved the boys heading out to a local bar and pretending like they didn’t have practice the next day. “Thought you’d come and say hi.”
Against your better judgement, your eyes flickered over to where the boy had been stationed for most of the night. Most of the players were sitting around or near the booth, along with a flurry of girls in a mix of jerseys that had followed them from the rink. You tried to not roll your eyes at the sight. 
“You looked busy,” you answered eventually with a halfhearted shrug.
Andrei was grinning when you looked back at him. “Not fun when my favourite girl doesn’t talk to me, though.”
You tried to ignore the way your face heated up at his words. “You trying to sweet me up so I buy you a drink, Svech?” It was meant to be teasing, funny even. Something to cover up the fact the boy had more of an affect on you than you cared to admit.
“Maybe I was hoping you’d let me buy you a drink,” he retorted, stepping a little closer until his arm was leaning against the counter and his body was mere inches away from you.
You cleared your throat, taking a long sip of your drink.
Andrei tilted his head to the side. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No,” you lied before turning to face him again, his eyes watching you with focused intent. “I just…”
“You just?” He prompted, fingers lightly tapping against the wood of the bartop. 
“I just thought you would have more fun over there,” you answered eventually, nodding in the direction of the booth where the majority of the team was still sitting. “I was probably going to leave after this drink.” 
“It wouldn’t be fun over there,” Andrei said with a shake of his head. “Not without you.” 
“Andrei,” you sighed, his name heavy on your tongue. Because he did this. He always did this when the two of you were drunk. He would come over, make you feel all warm and fuzzy with his flirty words and cute accent and then you would feel like an absolute idiot in the morning when he acted like nothing had happened. “I can’t keep doing this.” 
It was adorable the way he frowned in confusion. You hated yourself a little for thinking it was adorable.
“Doing what?” He questioned, his lips turned downwards.
“This. Us. This friends with benefits situation,” you confessed, your chest feeling oddly tight as you managed to spit the words out. Every cell in your body was screaming for you to stop, to not rip away the chance to feel his body pressed against yours again. But your brain knew better, your brain was being logical. “It isn’t healthy.”
Andrei blinked. “You think we are just friends?” 
Your gut twisted a little. “You think we aren’t?” 
“I–” Andrei looked a little bashful, and it was oddly endearing to see. He seemed to contemplate something, his eyes watching your expression closely before he spoke again. “Let’s make a bet.”
You paused, thinking you misheard him. “What?”
“A bet. You know, with a coin,” he continued, and hints of that self-assured smirk started to appear as he stepped forward. His hand cupped your elbow, keeping you close as the small distance between you closed and that familiar warmth of him overwhelmed your senses. 
“A coin,” you repealed, still a little lost in his touch to fully compute what he was saying.
“Yes,” he nodded, smiling down at you with that grin that made your heart lurch a little in your chest. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.” 
You could feel your cheeks burning. “I—”
“You weren’t just a friend to me,” he spoke up, a little more serious as he lifted his other hand to gently cup the back of your head. “I just thought…I don’t know. I thought you knew. There was no one but you for me. From the start.”
You blinked, your chest feeling heavy for a whole other reason now. “Oh.” 
“Can I buy you the drink now?” He asked, that playful smile of his spreading across his face as his thumb lightly brushed against your cheek. “Or do I have to find a coin to flip?” 
“You did say it was a bet,” you teased.
“If that’s what it takes, malysh,” he murmured, his gaze dipping down to your lips and, for a second, you thought he would lean down to kiss you. But then, he was stepping back and you found yourself instantly disappointed as he continued to walk backwards.
“Where are you going?”
His grin widened. “To find a coin and make you mine!”
You snorted. “I might win.”
“I’m not complaining.”
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matt rempe x reader
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you slammed the car door shut behind you, trying to will away the tears that threatened to fall and shoving the key into the ignition. the fight that had just occurred inside was the biggest one you and matt had ever had, and you needed to get away from him for a while. the plan wasn't perfect, driving around the outskirts of the city for a bit until you had enough time to cool off, but you were angry and not thinking your clearest.
you backed out of your parking spot, soft music starting up through the car radio as your phone connected to it, playing whatever song you had been listening to last on spotify. as you turned onto the road, you took a deep breath, then another, trying to get your heart to calm and your head to level, but it didn't seem to work. the tears you were trying to stop throughout the entire argument started to freely flow down your face. you sniffled, reaching up to wipe your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.
"so stupid," you muttered to yourself. you slowed as you approached a red light, using the brief pause to once again dry your cheeks. your music cut off, and you sniffled again as you reached for your phone. it didn't turn on, and the fact that it was dead was just the cherry on top of the shitty situation. you let out a small, muffled scream, tossing it back in the empty passenger seat.
the light turned green, so you followed the car in front of you as you switched to the radio. most of the stations were static, but one finally came through with a song. you knew it, it was on the playlist you played when you wanted to cry. fitting. you hummed along, rolling down the window a bit and hoping the cool breeze would help calm you down.
the car in front of you turned on their blinker, and you slowed down until they turned, then sped back up. there were no cars on the road anymore, and you smiled slightly at the idea of the open road. you reached for your phone, planning to text your friend macy to see if you can come over for a bit. the thought of talking through the argument sounded enticing, but the screen stays black and you remember that its dead, so you drop it back in its spot.
you sigh, leaning your head on your hand, your elbow rested on the door. you come up over a small hill, hardly any time to react to the car that's supposed to be in the other lane, but has partially crossed the middle line. you don't even have time to brake before their car collides with yours, and everything around you goes black.
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you heard the front door shut and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. you had been stewing in your anger ever since the second period, when he had been ejected from the game. you had tried to plan out what you were going to say, but the second you saw his face, all of that vanished.
"hey baby." you didn't reply. was he going to just act normal? act like he hadn't hurt someone only hours ago? act like you hadn't been watching? he could tell you were upset, the way you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes instead of greeting him back. "what's wrong?"
"don't act like you don't know," you scoffed. his eyes widened, then they narrowed as he thought about what he could have done. he was silent for too long, so you scoffed again.
"i'm thinking here, baby! give me a hint."
"the fact that you don't know isn't making this better for you! you should very well know why i'm upset with you after the game you just played. or should i say the game you didn't play." you watched as he rolled his eyes, taking a second to look at the ceiling in disbelief.
"you're upset i got ejected."
"well, i've only asked you to play a little cleaner multiple times now." he sighed.
"and i told you that it's not that easy." you could tell he was getting annoyed, but at this point you didn't care. you sighed, and he was immediately on the defensive. "they expect me to play this way! the fans-"
"i don't care about the fans, matt! i care about you! i care about your well-being and the well-being of everyone on the opposing team! you've played how many games now and gone into the box every single one. and how many of those haven't been majors?" he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, but you continued. "the first time was funny, debuting your professional career with a planned fight. but you cannot keep this shit up, matt."
"i might not have a professional career if i don't keep this up!"
"you might not have a fucking life if you do, though." the room went silent, matt unsure what to say and you trying to will away your tears.
you had seen all of the comments, you knew the dangers of the road he was going down. you hated seeing the pain and injuries he had caused to opposing players. you hated seeing how dark and puffy his face had been after his last fight, and you knew the effects could very much last long-term. thinking about losing matt over something so avoidable, it absolutely tore you apart.
"i cannot keep watching you put yourself in a dangerous place just because you feel like the coach or the GM may not like that you don't want to constantly fight and play rough. you have a bunch of people that love you, that have already experienced loss, and we don't want anything to happen to you."
he sat on the edge of the bed, sighing as he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. he settled with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his mouth. you watched, waiting for him to say something.
"i don't understand why you're so insistent that something is going to happen to me." your mouth dropped at his words once you fully registered them.
"do you not understand how stressful it is to be punched in the face every time you play?"
"so don't watch!"
"i'm not talking about me, matt! continuous head trauma isn't fucking good for you!"
"i can't just stop playing rough. it's what they expect from me. they'll just send me back if i change the way i play."
"did they tell you that?"
"what?"
"were you explicitly told you'd go back down if you didn't play rough?"
"well no, but-" you walked over to the door and shoved your feet into your slippers, then walked out of the room. you were by the front door, grabbing your keys from their peg, when matt caught up to you.
"i'll be back."
"where are you going? we're in the middle of-"
"i just need a break." then you opened the front door and you were gone.
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the forty-five minutes since he had gotten the call from your mom had been a complete blur for matt. he didn’t remember much of it, just the panicked voice coming through his phone.
“matt, i got a call. she’s at the hospital. they said there was an accident. are you with her?” his brain started spinning, hoping he had somehow heard her wrong.
but now here he was, sat in the waiting room. he had been told that someone would come explain what they knew to him as soon as possible, and he hoped that was true. he knew the hospital staff was busy, but he could drive himself crazy with all the possible scenarios.
all he knew is that you were in surgery. that’s all the nurse at the desk knew, so that’s all that he knew. surgery for what though? it had to be bad if you went in immediately. was it head trauma? brain damage? had you lost a limb? what if you had amnesia and didn't remember him? at least then you wouldn't remember the fight.
matt was upset at a lot of things at the moment, but at the top of that list, bolded, circled in red, and written twice as big as anything else, was himself. he should have stopped you from leaving. hell, he should of quit playing like an asshole so the fight never even happened. so he sat there, staring at the ground and thinking of everything he should have done different, everything he could have changed so he wasn't here, waiting to find out if you were even going to survive.
"y/n y/l/n?"
matt was immediately standing at the sound of the nurse calling out your name. she gave him a sad smile as she walked over, checking her chart.
"so, it's not pretty but the doctors do expect the rest of the surgery to go smoothly. there were a few broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken leg, and they expect some head trauma but there's not too much they can check there until she wakes up."
"jesus christ," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "she's still in surgery?" the nurse nods.
"someone will be out to get you when she's moved to a room after, or to update you should anything happen."
"thank you." the nurse offered another sad smile as she gave a small nod, then she turned and returned the way she came. matt sighed, making his way back to his seat and pulling out his phone. he looked at the screen for a moment, a picture he took of you one night when you had gone out for dinner. you had just gotten your drinks and he asked to take a picture of you, only for your response to be blowing the wrapper off your straw at him. he took the picture then, of you giggling at his shocked face as you stuck your straw into your drink.
he didn't realize he was crying until a tear dropped onto the screen. it turned off automatically and he wiped it off, sniffling and wiping away more tears from his eyes. he opened his phone again, unlocking it this time, his thumb hovering over the call log. should he call your mom? update her on what he was told? or should he wait until she got here, when you were likely out of surgery with more definitive answers?
he shook his head, turning off his phone and setting it in his lap. he slid down in his chair a bit, getting comfortable and letting his head rest back against the wall. he didn't realize until now how tired he was. but that's what playing a hockey game, fighting with your girlfriend, and then finding out she had been in a car accident and was in emergency surgery will do to you. he was asleep before he knew it.
unfortunately, his dreams were plagued with you. mainly the gruesome possibilities of what could have happened to you. he didn't have any details of the accident himself, so his subconscious was taking creative liberties on what events could have unfolded. his pictured you car being hit, your body being thrown, a massive amount of blood. he saw you crying out for help but no one there to stop the bleeding or pull you from the wreckage.
he was pleasantly shocked to find out it was all a dream when he was gently shaken awake by a nurse. he looked confused, and she offered him a soft smile. this one was much more reassuring than the nurse who had spoken to him earlier, so he took that as a good sign.
"you're here for y/n y/l/n?" he nodded. "she's out of surgery, in her own room. they did everything they could to fix her up, but the doctors can't say for sure when she'll wake up." matt's brows furrowed.
"what do you mean?"
"they did a scan of her brain and it seems there's been a bit of trauma from where she hit it."
"she hit her head?" the nurse nodded.
"they're unsure what the extent of that damage is though. there's not much more they can do until she wakes up."
"if she wakes up?" the nurse offers a tight smile.
"they expect her to wake up. there just isn't an estimate on how soon that will be." matt frowned. he wasn't so easily convinced. to him, it sounded like she was saying one thing but meaning another. "i can walk you back to her room if you'd like to sit with her." he nodded, standing up and following the nurse.
as they walked, he has some time to think. what if you didn't wake up? what if you did but you had problems due to the head trauma? is this how you felt every time you saw him get hit in the head?
"its helpful to talk to patients that are unconscious, as it can help them wake up sooner. most people say they can hear people speaking to them before they've woken up." matt looked at her confused.
"isn't she just under anesthesia?" the nurse nodded.
"she is, but... she wasn't responsive when she was brought in. she may stay unconscious for a but after the anesthesia wears off." matt's lips pursed, as if he wasn't satisfied with that answer.
finally, she stopped in front of a door, turning to face matt.
"before you go in, she's hooked to a few machines and IVs. she's got some scratches and bruises on top of her major injuries, and she may not look like herself entirely. she's lost a bit of blood and is likely paler than normal. would you like me to stay with you for a moment?" matt eyed the door, nervous to see you but glad that you were just on the other side.
"no, i'll be alright." the nurse nods, giving him that reassuring smile again.
"there's a button for the nurse's station if you need anything." he thanked her as she walked away, then turned to face the door. he took a deep breath and shook out his hands, steeling himself to see you.
when he opened the door, he couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes. the nurse was right, you hardly looked like yourself. there was a cast on your leg, scratches and cuts all over your body, and the occasional bruise. the worst was your forehead. he could tell you hit it hard on something, and your eye mirrored the way his had looked just a week ago. it stood out even worse against your pale skin.
"oh, baby," he whispered. there was a chair in the corner and he grabbed it, dragging it over to the side of your bed. he was hesitant to touch you, he didn't want to cause you any more pain. he settled for sliding his hand under yours, hoping it didn't disturb you too much. however, the feeling of your cold, clammy skin just made the tears start to fall.
"baby, i am so sorry." he stopped talking, choking on his words. his vision blurred from the tears in his eyes and he used his free hand to wipe them away, but they were just replaced by more.
he suddenly comes to a realization. earlier, while he was waiting, he regretted the fight that caused you to leave. but now, he realized what you felt. he understood the pain you went through when you saw him get hurt. up until now, he had brushed off the thought of lasting effects of his fights. he thought that he was fine, things like that would never happen to him. but now he was here, sitting next to his bruised and broken girlfriend in a hospital bed, because she was in an accident that most people assume will never happen to them.
"i- fuck, i should've just listened to you. you were absolutely right." he lets out a little laugh, thinking about the call he got just after you left the apartment. "if you were awake, you'd definitely kick my ass for this but uh, i have to go in tomorrow for a hearing to see if i'm suspended or not for my hit. well, more like how many games i'm suspended for."
he sniffles, wiping away more tears. he looks too long at the puffiness of your eyes.
"i'll talk to them tomorrow. i'll tell them that i'll be playing cleaner from now on. not ask, tell. hopefully your mom is here by then, i don't want to leave you here alone. no, i won't leave you here alone. i think they'd understand if i wasn't able to go in tomorrow right?"
he takes his time, looking out the window for a bit, then resting his forehead on the bed next to the mattress. finally, he sits back up and looks at you again.
"the nurse made it sound like there's a small chance you might not wake up. i think she was trying to sound optimistic, telling me they expect you to wake up but they just don't know how long. but i don't know, it felt like there was something she wasn't saying."
he has to take a break then, because tears start falling again and his lip starts to tremble.
"i-" his voice cracks, so he swallows and then tries again. "i really need you to wake up. i have... absolutely no clue what i would do without you. you've always been there for me, no matter where i moved or what crazy idea i had. you were always right by my side, making sure i wasn't alone. i can't live without you."
he lets out a laugh, almost as if he can't believe the situation he's found himself in.
"i wanted to marry you. i do want to marry you. that's what i was gonna buy first with my big contract, a ring. my mom and my sisters told me that i would be absolutely insane to not marry you, but hey didn't have to tell me that. i already knew i would be the dumbest person alive to let you go. but, i can't marry you if you don't wake up, baby."
he has to stop again, wiping his cheeks free of tears. just the thought of not being able to do the thing he's thought about since he met you enough to make him nearly lose it completely.
"i really need you to wake up. we're supposed to get married and have kids and teach them to skate together. and you're gonna get mad at me for doing dumb things but i promise from now on i'll listen to you instead of trying to fight you. i'll do anything, absolutely anything you want, baby. but you gotta wake up for me, okay?"
obviously, there was no response, but matt wasn't sure what else to say. so he carefully leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of your hand before resting his head next to it.
"i love you, baby. please wake up for me."
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Lovers and Friends 2 (M.S.)
summary: when y/n's boyfriend invites her out to a dinner a week before her birthday, the last thing she's expecting is to get broken up with. but little does she know, it opens a window for her bestfriend, matt, to tell her what he's been trying to for years; that he's hopelessly in love with her. headed off to vegas for her dream music festival, matt (and the rest of their crew) try to find a way to open her eyes to what she's been blind to for years... that it's been them all along.
executive produced & cowritten by sienna @rootbeerworshiper
contains: pining, brokenhearted reader, fluff, cussing, flashbacks (in italics), 2.4k words, dual pov
a/n: sigh, i couldn't bring myself to proofread tn. maybe tmw. also ik the real lovers and friends festival is only one day BUT i needed it to be 3 days so just vibe lil baby
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Y/N's POV
“How the fuck are you still not done packing?” Nick questions, standing there like a disappointed father while I shove random articles of clothing into my suitcase.
“I….. well I’m not sure. I just procrastinated.” I reply, a slight wash of embarrassment settling over me as I attempt to zip up an already full pouch in the suitcase.
Madi just laughs from the couch, her bags packed and placed neatly beside her. “Y/N always takes forever to pack. It’s just who she is."
“Well I want to meet the person who’s great idea it was to book plane tickets for a six am departure time.” I groan, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I think about what else I might need.
“Hey, are we ready to go?” A familiar voice says, walking out of his bedroom on the main floor.
“There you go! The man of the hour.” Nick jokes, gesturing towards Matt who’s walking towards the living room with freshly wet hair and a duffle bag slung on his shoulders.
“Y/N, are you still not done packing?” Matt questions, walking over to me after setting down his bag on the floor.
I look up at him, scolding him with my eyes. “No, I'm not done Matthew. Someone decided to book the world’s earliest flight.”
He chuckles softly, bending down to my level and beginning to help you repack slightly, his hands rolling up my clothes smaller than I could have.
For whatever reason I can’t bring myself to look away, infatuated by his focus as he tucks away random shirts into my suitcase.
This is until his eyes meet mine, looking up at me and holding my gaze for a moment. My head keeps telling me to look away, but it’s as if my body is speaking for me, our eyes maintaining contact until someone walks in, the sound of the front door breaking the hold we shared.
I cough, clearing my throat as Nate makes his way up the stairs. “Are we ready to go?” he asks, making his hands comfortable on his hips.
Before I can speak, Matt answers. “Yeah I think we’re good now”
“Wait where the fuck is Chris?” Nick asks, standing up from his spot on the couch next to Madi.
“Did no one wake him up?” Nate questions. “This happened last time too.”
I laugh at the irony of being judged for packing at the last minute when a member of our group is still sound asleep. “He’ll be fine. It takes him two seconds to pack.”
“Christopher!” Nick singsongs, skipping out of the room and heading to annoy Chris awake. Nate laughs and trails behind, yelling something about the city that never sleeps.
Madi and I share a long-suffering look before I turn back to Matt and shrug. “I think I’ve got everything.”
He sweeps his eyes over the room doing a last scan, his eyes stalling on the kitchen counter. “You’re not taking your glasses?”
“Nah. I’ll put my contacts in when we get there. I don’t really need to see anything before that.” I say as I place my suitcase on the ground and yank up the handle.
“Okay.” Matt says, hesitating and dragging out the word like he’s unsure.
Before I can respond, Nate and Nick come back up the stairs, each of them holding one of Chris’ bags. He trails behind them, yawning and clearly cranky. When he sees us staring at him, he throws us a hard glance. “What are you looking at motherfuckers? We going to Vegas or what?”
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After we get through security, we sit in our section huddled over Nick’s phone as he explains the itinerary. I squint down at the phone, throwing daggers at Matt when he gives me a pointed look. Okay so maybe he was right about the glasses. So what? Broken clocks babe.
“Wait!” I cut in as I look at Sunday’s lineup. “What if we miss N-Sync?”
“Then I’ll do my little dancey-dance.” Nate mutters under his breath and Madi pushes his shoulder.
“We won’t.” She assures me and I smile at her gratefully.
My phone pings alerting me that my ex has posted and my face drops. Before I can open Instagram, Nick looks over my shoulder and sighs. He holds out his hand and gives me a stern face. “Give me your phone. I’m deleting the app.”
“But-”
“Y/N. You are not spending your birthday trip cyberstalking this fucking loser. Phone.”
I groan and hand over the phone, dropping my head onto Chris’ arm who pats my back awkwardly. Nick grins and hands me my phone back sans Instagram. “There. Download it back and I’ll hurt you.”
Over the intercom, an attendant calls for our group so we stand to line up. I walk over to Madi and link our arms since we had to get seats a few rows behind the rest of our group. “I downloaded the Corpse Bride just for you babe.” I say as we make it to our line.
“Um, actually” Madi says, pulling away from me, her face showing a tinge of panic. “Matt, is it okay if we switch seats? I have something I need to talk to Nick about.”
Matt looks confused for a fraction of a second but nods and steps out of line, swapping spots with her.
I look between all my friends with a raised eyebrow, the feeling that I’m missing something rising. “What do you-” I start to ask but Matt cuts me off, uncharacteristically loud.
“What’s your favorite song of the week?” He asks, giving me a small private smile. I grin at the question, pulling out my phone to check.
“favorite color?” matt scrawls out, sliding a piece of paper across the desk when our teacher turns back to the board.
“light pink” i write back quickly, watching his reaction and smirking before he even writes back.
“basic.”
“okay mr.blue” i toss him an joking evil eye when i pass the note back and he bites his lip to hide a smile.
“favorite song?”
i stare at the note for a long time, tapping my pen against my chin, before i finally answer. “that’s impossible to answer. there’s too many to pick from.”
matt thinks for a while, leaning back into his chair. “what’s your favorite of the week?”
“probably selfcare by mac. why?”
he smiles over at me when he passes the sheet back. “i’ll keep asking you every week. maybe one day something will stick.”
And for the last six years, he’s done exactly that, remembering to ask like clockwork. I look up at him from under my lashes, already knowing he’s going to make fun of me. “Okay, hear me out.”
“Oh god-”
When we take off, I connect Matt and I’s headphones both to my phone so I can play him my throwback playlist. He’s being a bit of a hater but I know if we weren’t in public, he’d be jumping around and dancing to Jay Sean’s Down.
I huff in frustration as I bring my phone closer to my face, feeling a lot like a grandma. Matt leans down and grabs his backpack from between his legs, reaching inside and pulling out my glasses. I laugh without meaning to and give him a grateful smile. “You’re such a know-it-all.”
“Someone’s got to be.” He responds, leaning over my seat and hitting skip when Akon comes on.
As a 90’s love song starts up, I notice Matt bouncing his leg a bit like he does when he’s nervous. I furrow my brows that this, knowing he’s not usually an anxious flier. When I drop my head on his shoulder, he stills immediately so I keep it there, closing my eyes and letting the music take me away. The last thing I register before I fall asleep is the pressure of Matt resting his head gently on top of mine.
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“Wake up, Madi!” I say as I flop onto her bed. “Let’s go see the turtles.”
She's been crashed out in the bed since we made it to the hotel an hour ago and she's showing no signs of moving soon.
“Go. Away.”
I can definitely understand her want for a nap after that flight but thankfully I’m wide awake. Matt and I managed to sleep the entire flight away unlike our friends. They apparently started up an entire Candy Crush tournament complete with a betting ring. Madi, the saint that you are.
“C’mon. You gotta get up for Y/N and Matt.” Nick says. When I throw him a puzzled look, he adds hastily, “and Nate and Chris!”
Weird.
Madi groans but rolls out of bed like a trooper to Nick and I’s chants of encouragement. While she goes to touch up her makeup and Nick makes sure the boys are ready, I order the Uber. When it’s confirmed, I open my messages, reading the one I received last night for the hundredth time.
‘i’m sorry. i wish it was you"
My fingers hover over the keyboard as a million replies rush to my head but I force myself to put the phone down instead. I’m on my dream trip with people who love me. Somehow I can make that be enough. Even if I wasn’t enough for Asher.
When we pull up to the aquarium, I’m bouncing with excitement. I look over at Chris knowing he loves shit like this just as much as me. “What’s first?”
To my left, Nate opens up the map of the aquarium, looking like a dad on vacation. “I vote seahorses.”
“Lame!” I protest, looking over his shoulder. “They have a fucking shark tunnel, bro.”
“But can their males get pregnant?” Chris retorts as if that is the most obvious deciding factor there could be. I roll my eyes and look back as Matt gently touches my elbow.
“I’ll go with you to the sharks and we can meet back up later.”
I clap excitedly before waving at the rest of our group and heading upstairs.
“It’s been a lot of me and you so far, huh? Hope you’re not getting sick of me.” I joke as we step to the side and allow a mom with a stroller to pass us.
But Matt doesn’t laugh, he just shakes his head giving me a quiet and earnest, “Not possible.”
In the tunnel, we stand shoulder to shoulder and look up as a tiger shark swims over our heads. I glance over at Matt, noticing how the reflection of the water tinges his face a cool blue, and let my eyes wander down his jawline.
When he flicks his eyes back to me, I look away, pointing at a shark in the distance. “I wish she’d come closer. She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. She is.” He replies, but when I look back at him he’s not looking into the tank at all. When I open my mouth to question him, I hear someone call our names.
“What, Nick?” Matt says, sounding a bit irritated.
“They are going to let us hold the baby turtles!” He says, his voice pitching up in excitement.
At this, Matt and I share a glance before we take off out of the tunnel, pushing each other childishly to be the first in line.
While we’re waiting for the show-and-tell to start, sitting criss-cross applesauce like a bunch of kids, my phone dings so I pull it out. My heart drops when I open a text from one of my friends with a screenshot of Asher’s instagram story.
It’s a picture of him and Olivia, her sitting casually in his lap while they both grin. When I look closer, I realize that I know the background; they are at his parent’s house. He’s already brought her home to them. My eyes start to water and I stand up.
The same Asher who told me time and time again that he just ‘wasn’t the Instagram official type’. The same Asher who only let me meet his mom once after months of asking.
“Are you okay?” Madi asks, standing with me and looking down at my phone. When she sees the picture, she whispers a quiet, “oh” and wraps her arms around me.
Chris takes the phone out of my hand and almost immediately starts ranting which is more than I can handle right now.
“I’m going to head back to the hotel. You guys should stay.” I say, grabbing my phone back and ordering another Uber.
“You’re not going back alone. Are you crazy?” Nate says, standing with the rest of the group.
I sigh in frustration, trying not to snap at them. I know they are just trying to help. “Please. I need to be by myself.”
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Matt POV
Thanking my Uber driver, I get out of the car with my bag and gently close the door. After Y/N left the aquarium, the day was pretty much over for me. After we sat together watching her location to make sure she got back to the hotel safely, I was the next to go.
I headed off to the store to get some of her favorite things in the hopes of maybe saving the first night of her trip. For some reason, I’m full of nerves as I knock on her room door. But to my surprise, Nick swings the door open instead of her.
“Oh, hey Matt. We were wondering where you were.” He says, his voice holding a bit of relief.
I give him a weary smile and peer over his shoulder, noticing Madi and Y/N sitting in the bed, all three of their faces covered in a lime green mask. Nick steps back to let me in and I stroll awkwardly over to stand in front of her.
“I…uh…got you some stuff. Thought it might make you feel a little better.” I say as I hand her the bag. Her eyes light up as she looks through the bag and I smile, taking in her face. She’s obviously been crying, the reddening of her eyes giving her away, but she seems okay.
“That is so sweet, Matty. You didn’t have to.” She says, reaching up and touching my arm.
I shrug, not knowing how to tell her I’d do it a thousand more times just to see her smile. “It’s nothing.”
I tell them all goodnight and head back to my room. As I leave the room, I hear Nick tell a joke and Y/N’s genuine full laughter. I pause outside the door, leaning against it for a second and smile sadly.
I’m just glad she has someone with her to make her laugh, someone that gives her comfort. Even if it’s not me. Even if it never is.
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A Deep Dive into Milkvan and Byler's Development: If Milkvan Was Endgame All Along, Why Was it Written Like This???
SO. I've been rewatching st with my mother, who's never seen it before. And she was a fan of milkvan throughout seasons 1 and 2. Viewing those seasons again I could see why, they're cute. However, come season 3 and INSTANT distaste. And, listen, my mother is not the consciously shipping gal. She simply routes for main character pairings as writers intend, doesn't read between the lines, doesn't nothing. And she does NOT know my own opinions on the pairing. In other words, completely unbiased, uninternet drama influenced eyes. We've now reached season 3 and, after getting through a chunk of it, I asked her,
"so what do you think of Mike and El?"
and she expressed to me that they seem to be, quote:
"not very good together."
She said El's character doesn't suit the way she's acting now (in the first few episodes, concerning Mike), that Mike is more likeable and interesting when he's away from her. She doesn't like the way they ditched the party, and when it comes to their 'making out' the scenes are seen by her from Hopper's perspective (in other words, distasteful). She claimed that they'd be much better characters as friends.
And ya know what, she's right. And I mean like - duh, that's what we've been saying all this time, I'm not stating anything new here. But guys, wouldn't it be strange if the central couple of the show, pivotal that it is liked by audiences and is rooted for by them as they are THE pair, would be so dislikable like this? So uninteresting, so cliche.
I mean, okay, let's do a little mental experiment I like to do to test if I'm not just acting delulu. Let's play a game. In this game, milkvan ARE meant to be endgame. They are in love, they were all along, and they're here to draw in viewers and appease all El stans. Now, seasons 1 and 2 their relationship is honestly fine. Surface level, yeah, people will watch and appreciate them. They perfectly blend in with all the other neat pairings of the seasons, and have their own unique character traits to stand out as a main couple.
Just pretending our mate Will doesn't exist, we now get into season 3. Now, writers have nothing to lose here. If you've finished season 2, you probably like milkvan already. The issue is that they're already together now, so what's the conflict going to be? The arc? And every central couple needs that conflict to stay juicy.
Just take a look:
Jancy: quarrels, struggle to understand one another
Jopper: not yet together, one sided? will they won't they
Lumax: ...
Lumax? Lumax. Huh, guess they were simply together. Some loveable bickering, maintained a friendly dynamic while clearly in closer proximity. Well then, writers can do the same for milkvan right? Well, yes easily. But one might argue that since they are supposed to be THE pairing they need more going on between them than that. So what'll it be? Well, it seems that writers thought,
"hey, why not break them up?"
ok so.. that's a bit risky. I mean you want people to like this ship, if you break them up then that threats: 1. there being a disliking to one or both characters, 2. coming off generic if done incorrectly, 3. the break up might make no sense considering how in love they came off as just a season ago. But hey.. it could work, if done right. Some kind of misunderstanding, similar to Jancy. Maybe an argument leading to a sudden parting. I mean, yeah, Yeah! I can see that. Perhaps Mike is being too overprotective whilst El's trying to sacrifice herself for something, so she NEEDS to separate herself from him attempting to hurt him less. Or, I dunno, something akin. What's crucial is that us, AS THE AUDIENCE, still know them to be deeply in love. I mean, we have to still want them to be together. And we've seen couple trouble before. Just take a look at Lumax season 4 - did you or did you not want the best for both of them as a pair? You most likely did. See, it's doable. So did people like milkvan season 3 the same way, even after a separation plot? No.
Okay well, there are obviously those who'll always love milkvan no matter but, see, season 3 tainted it. "We need to write them like this cause it's more realistic to teenager behavior" my ars. You can make it messy without making it icky. Not only did it sour their unique dynamic, it flabbergastingly stomped on Mike as a character.
Honestly, I feel Mike has always been a mild struggle to write. Season 1 his motivations were 'find Will' (who still doesn't exist in our mind game yet shh) and 'protect El'. This worked well for him. Afterwards though, El and Will became more separate plots to him. But as a main character it remained integral that he be closely linked to them somehow. This sets him apart from Lucas and Dustin, who can easily be given any arc any season as their plots have the flexibility of a side quest nature. Since what Mike does is meant to matter more - with there probably being a better way of phrasing that but you know what I mean - it's harder knowing what he'll do when El and Will (who we'll GET to sh.) are their own separate people. And Mike is just a boy, he doesn't have super powers and he isn't a cop, which leaves there even less for him to do which is of significance. Season 2 writers decided upon having him support Will's arc, making himself of enough relevance by being able to take credit for some Will development in the story, and the plots that surrounded that, and then Mike was thrown a little bone by being the one to come up with the idea of burning those vines in the finale.
Truthfully, you don't really remember Mike's deeds much when reminiscing the series. It isn't like Dustin who's bond with Dart sticks to everyone, or Nancy and Jonathan responsible for kicking out Hawkins Lab. This is due to them, again, being able to traverse all sorts of adventures without limits. But my guy Mike can't do dat. Sadly, this kind of leads to him coming of as a little.. well... insignificant. And I know I know, the Mike truthers are gonna come at my throat. And hey! I love him too. I only want the best for my boy.
This makes season 3 a unique case cause it seems that, for the plot they decided they wanted, writers actually had to almost entirely change his character. I mean mate s2 Mike and s3 Mike are two different peoples, don't even. And I don't believe that the Duffers had their story and character turnouts completely drawn out from the very start at all. If I was to guess, I'd assume they have vague ideas of little plots they plan to include in future, but there is definitely a lot that has come unpredicted or changed throughout st's runtime. And one of those phenomenons are Michael Wheeler. So they decided to make this guy a di-
So they decided to make him more douchy, more movie typical teenage guy. It's not as if he wholly sucked, he didn't, but he didn't really do much. Whined about his girlfriend, separated the party. I mean what even was his arc? (UnLESS–)
You see, if milkvan is written to be loved, then season 3 was strike one. All of its charm was stripped away. It seems they had some cute scenes after their reconciliation, but it's not enough. It's just sort of
"oh, ok, so they're happy with eachother now. yayy."
and Stranger Things should want to be anything but boring. Sure they often enjoy indulging in tropes, but they always do something different with them. Something standoutish. And from this point on milkvan just got dull. Either writers ran out of ideas or lost interest, honestly (still with our mind game of telling ourselves they're meant to be).
But it's okay. Look, so season 3 was a bit rocky, maybe lost a couple of fans for the guys, but it is salvageable. Easily, easily. Looks like we want a plot of Mike struggling to tell El he loves her. Great! Much to work with.
So let's get into it. Season 4! Choices were... made. And, okay, now we can't go any further without bringing in our boy Will.
Mike is intrinsically tied to Will and El and has been from the start. Maybe Will was more of an accident. Maybe s1 Will was just a plot device for Mike, then s2 Will was a plot device again and Mike needed to be there as the main boy character. Come season 3 and it seems their relationship still matters. Will was sidelined - hard - so most of Mike's moments revolved around El. But as his bond with Mike is the only that's been properly built up, that's the only friend we'll get him interacting with in a way that matters. So the Mike and Will tie continues!
But that does not have to be the case for season 4. Now the writers have a chance.
They made Will gay.
Ok so.. ok so yeah that's fine. Yeah! I mean they didn't have to do that, might put them in hot water with the bylers since milkvan is their golden beauty but.. you know what no no that's okay. He's been hinted at being queer since episode 1, why not make it canon! Cool that works. Explore that, especially since we now have Vecna who can easily target Will for this. Give him a boyfriend! Or a guy crush. He's at a new school now? That's cool. Maybe we can explore some new male character Will's taken interest in. Hey maybe he meets someone who interests him which rises to surface his whole sexuality plot and-
he's in love with Mike.
Ok. No. No. What are you doing? What do you mean?? You didn't have to do that. Strike- strike EFING TWO mates! Strike. 👏 efing. 👏 2!
This was part 1. I am tired and gots to get my ars in bed. But ohohoh, do not worry. I am just getting started.
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Fiesty
Omegaverse Au Omega Houses, Societal pressures
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Eddie had grown up poor, bread and beans were sometimes the only meal of the week.
He'd never imagined he'd be thrown from the poverty enforced by his deadbeat dad right into the luxury of his extremely affluent Uncle Wayne.
Wayne had been trying to find him for years, but his father's neglect and constant moving meant that Eddie was suddenly yanked at 10 from his little trailer, left for 2 weeks without parent and into his uncle's arms.
An uncle who despite his wealthy empire lived quiet and modest, lived only to look for his beloved nephew.
With Eddie's dad nowhere to be found and Wayne's immense wealth, it was easy for him to scoop Eddie up, whisking him away and transforming pauper to prince.
But becoming a 'prince' meant responsibility too.
Which is why Eddie aged 21, set as the heir to his uncle's logistics empire, was being forced to pick a mate.
Alpha, young and rich, there were now expectations of him. Not from his uncle no, but those around him, the company, the politics and try as he might, Eddie was not immune to the pressure.
He hated it. Hated that at every event or party, an omega was shoved in his direction, usually with no regard for the omega's feelings nor his own.
He could see the leering eyes of Alphas who wanted to manipulate him behind, the smell of frightened omega pricking his nose.
Wayne, a bachelor since his one true love in life Benny had been murdered in a freak accident, hadn't been sure what to do with all of fuss around Eddie either.
He chased away as much as he could but Eddie was still hounded at every corner, getting more incredulous with each day.
So Eddie found himself at an Omega House.
"Are you sure about this Wayne?" Eddie says, scrubbing his face.
"Really not sure what else to do, unless you've got a secret omega lover that you can mate?" Wayne asks.
They both know the likelihood of that.
"Think of it this way Ed, you could give someone a chance they need to do what they want instead of just being shackled to whichever alpha comes along," Wayne tells him, eyes kind, like they always are.
"All you need is someone you can spend time with for a year of engagement,"
Eddie sighs "Yeah. Alright, I just feel like those creepy alphas right now,"
Wayne sighs then too and slides a firm hand on his shoulder. "I know bud, I'm sorry, I am, trust me I'm the last person who wants to be pushing you to this,"
Eddie groans and hugs Wayne.
All he had to do was see if there was an omega who he could gel with, he just needed a close friend for a year. Someone he could trust.
Someone who could cover up the fact that Eddie had never been into omegas and never would.
He steps out of the car, adjusts his collar and a whole body crashes into his.
"Omega Harrington!!!"
Eddie groans, the body on top of his groans as well, scrabbling to get back up and Eddie looks up to see long eyelashes, a constellation of moles and a furious omega.
At least he thinks this hazel-eyed hunk on top of him is an omega because the scene is strange, different, not sweet like most other omega he's met. No this man in front of him has a tang of sharp bitter scent like the cigar room Wayne occasionally brings him to.
It's almost an alpha scent.
The man on top of him growls, full-on growls in anger, but it's not directed at Eddie, at the man who had shouted Omega.
"Not a fucking omega, how many times do I have to tell you or did all that hairspray fizzle your braincells?"
"Omega Harrington, we do not make a scene in front of guests," the man with a very stiff coiffe hisses and makes a grab for the omega on Eddie.
This time the growl doesn't come from the not-omega. No, this growl is deeper and instinctual, Eddie's chest rumbles and it shocks everyone including himself.
The omega and the 'not-omega' both stare at him.
"Please be mine,"
"What an interesting find. Mr Harrington, odd seeing you here," Wayne stands next to Eddie, looking at them both fondly.
"Mr Munson, oh, hi,"
"Would you like to come home with me and my nephew? We're looking for a trusted companion,"
Harrington seems to think this over and Eddie just stares at the man in front of him.
"You going to help me?" Harrington asks.
"In any way we can,"
"Alright, take me home,"
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AITA for telling my roommate she can't get a cat?
Content warning for animal death and neglect
I (27f) live with a few roommates, notably R (31f). When she moved in with us, I didn't expect her to have a cat, J (elderly, m). This was an unpleasant surprise sprung on me at the last minute. I have a cat M (14f) who is aggressive and does not get along with other cats.
While trying to make it work and navigate having two cats that were used to being alone in one house, we agreed on some ground rules. We agreed that both cats must be up to date on vaccines, that our cats wouldn't be introduced to each other until they were fully vaccinated, and that they wouldn't be unsupervised in the common areas until they were introduced to each other. M is diabetic and indoor only, J was outside/inside and hadn't been to a vet in years when R moved in.
Time kept passing and R didn't get her cat vaccinated. Which meant that he never left her room because she didn't want to hang out in the living room. Which meant that he was stuck in a little 13x13 bedroom and not getting any medical care. R's room also had nowhere for him to hide and he was scared of me, so when I would stop by her room to talk to him all he could do was stick his head under the dresser, his body wouldn't fit. The few times I saw him, I noticed that he was getting very skinny and R started talking about him having concerning litter box behaviors. I kept urging R to get him to a vet, but she kept saying she couldn't afford it. I did her budget and finances, she spent as much on lyfts every week as she did on rent despite have access to a robust public transportation system, so I started begging her to not lyft for a few weeks to spend that money on him. She started saying that he was doing better.
One night at 1am, I get a text that says "J isn't doing well, if he's alive after I get him tomorrow I will take him to the vet to get put down". I panic at the thought of this animal suffering and start calling emergency vets for who would be willing to do euthanasia that night. Almost all of them say that they would try to save the cat first and I keep telling them that we don't have money for that and that he's suffering. Finally, we get someone who understands and I call my friend with a car and get me, R, my partner, and R's cat to the vet at almost 3am and I sit with her when J is put down.
This was an incredibly traumatizing situation for me and I fully believe that R killed her cat through her negligence. So when R brought up wanting to get a new cat, I told her that she couldn't.
Why I might be the asshole: it's been almost 2 years since this whole situation and R has turned her financial situation around. She has a full time job and has a good savings built up and I know the whole situation was very traumatic for her too. I highly doubt she would ever make these same mistakes again. Also, I am motivated by wanting my cat to be the only cat in the house: I live in a basement room with little light, and she's really enjoyed being able to go upstairs and bask in the sun whenever she wants.
So, am I the asshole?
What are these acronyms?
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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 6
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synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?
pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader
themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, smut. fingering (f receiving), squirting, overstimulation (sort of), hickeys. 18+, MDNI
word count: 2.1 k
a/n: again i say: RAAAA
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Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest as the pink-haired boy slowly makes his way over to you on the bed. He places his hands on either side of your body, still staring at your lips.
“So, what do you say?” he says, his mind still foggy. “Gonna let me try?” You bite your bottom lip and nod, still aching from when you didn’t get to finish earlier. “Use your words, sweets,” he prompts, his grin turning into a smirk as he uses one of his hands to tilt your chin up so your lips brush against his.
“Y-yes, please. I want you to touch me,” your voice almost a whine.
“Touch you where?” he prods, tilting his head in fake innocence.
Normally you would have played along and said something bratty in response, but after basically teasing yourself the entire time you had his cock in your mouth you’re at the end of your wire. You grab one of his hands and guide it between your legs.
His fingers brush against your clothed pussy. “Mm, so wet for me already?” he purrs. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
His eyes flit up to yours for a moment before his lips crash against yours. At the same time, he uses his fingers to push your panties to the side. His thumb circles your clit as you take in a sharp gasp, and he chuckles against your lips.
He moves down to your entrance before pausing momentarily. “Please,” you whine, the word leaving your mouth before you even realize it. With a smirk, he slowly pushes inside of you. The feeling immediately overtakes you and you reach your hands up to the back of his neck, one going into his hair with a firm grasp. He takes that as approval that he’s doing something right and puts a second finger inside of you, causing you to moan into his open mouth through the kiss.
Even just his fingers were the best thing you’ve ever felt. This is far better than anything you’ve been able to do yourself.
He explored your insides until he found that sweet spot, making you shudder at the feeling. “F-fuck Yuji, r-right there,” you stutter through a moan. He curls his hand into that spot over and over while his thumb continues to circle your clit. You drag one hand from his neck down his back as your fingertips brush against his skin, hot under your touch.
As you caress him, he shifts his weight and moves his lips down to your neck. He starts to gently kiss the space between your jawline and ear before sinking into it with his teeth, the slight pain making you whimper. He pauses momentarily to make sure he didn’t hurt you, before you whisper “Yuji, I-I’m gonna cum.”
He moves up slightly so his breath tickles against your ear. “Cum for me,” he breathes.
The words send electricity through your body, pushing you over the edge. Your eyes shut and your back arches off the bed. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as you practically lose all sense of what’s going on around you, the only thing grounding you to reality is the sensation of Yuji still kissing your neck.
As you feel yourself returning to your body, you realize his hand moving inside of you has slowed but not stopped.
“Um, Yuji?” you mutter, barely a whisper.
“Mhm?” he hums, never taking his lips off of your skin.
“Y-you’re still…” you trail off, suddenly getting dizzy with the sensation continuing to build between your legs as his rough fingers rub your slick insides.
Finally pulling his mouth off of your neck with a gentle pop from the way he was sucking on you between his teeth, he leans back up to your ear. “I want to try something. Is that alright with you, sweets?”
Unsure of what exactly he’s asking but feeling pressure building in your abdomen again, you nod. “Yes,” you barely manage to get out, knowing he likes when you use your words.
Almost immediately, his fingers pick up speed, pressing into you over, and over, and over again, hitting just the right spot. You tighten your grip on his hair and you hear him softly moan against your neck. His lips start moving down your neck to your collarbone, a spot he knows you like. But this time, he continues lower. Placing gentle kisses down the front of your chest, he pauses when he reaches the space between your tits. Looking up at you, he smiles in awe - your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, head tilted back against the pillows. He wishes he could just stare at you forever, but he has a job to do.
Shifting his weight again, he starts moving his lips across your chest until he hits the edge of your bra. Without a second thought, you remove your hand from the back of his head and pull it to the side. Yuji smirks to himself at how well you know him, reading his desires without him having to say anything. His tongue slides over your firm nipple and slips it into his mouth, gently sucking the hardened bud between his lips. The new sensation makes you squirm under his touch.
His hand speeds up as he senses you moving, thrusting in and out as his fingers curl inside of you. You feel the familiar sensation building, but something is…different. Another moan leaves your lips as your nails dig into his back.
“I - ah - I’m gonna-” Your words are suddenly cut short as something inside of you snaps. A sound escapes you that mirrors a scream as your legs spasm beneath you. Grabbing onto Yuji for dear life, you ride the intense high of the orgasm he brought you to.
What just happened? Your mind is fuzzy, pulling in shaky breaths as you try to ground yourself. Finally opening your eyes, the room slowly spins as you focus your gaze on the pink-haired male whose face hovers just above your chest. A huge grin appears on his face as your eyes meet his.
“I knew you could do it,” he breathes through a smile.
“Do what, exactly?” you question, still trying to steady yourself.
“I had a feeling but I wasn’t sure, and I just knew I had to keep going, and-” he rambles. You tune him out as you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down, seeing Yuji’s arms shiny from your slick. He…made you squirt? “-and then your hands on my back felt so good, and-”
“Yuji,” you actually cut him off this time, “you’re rambling.” A weak smile forms on your lips.
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles. He slowly pulls his hand from between your legs, moving it up to his lips before he slides his fingers into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he sucks the taste of you off them, the sight making you blush. “There,” he says, pulling his digits out of his mouth as his eyes open and meet yours, “now we’re even for earlier.”
You roll your eyes and open your mouth to respond, but before you can get anything out, he leans over and kisses you. His lips are soft and his tongue slowly works its way past yours, the slight taste of you still lingering.
Pulling away, he smiles down at you. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes slightly glazed over, lips still parted. He wishes he could just stay in this moment forever, your warm skin pressed against his, softly illuminated by the glow of the string lights. Yet, he knows there’s still more to do before the both of you can rest.
He leans up and places a kiss against your cheek before rolling off the side of the bed, landing with his feet on the soft carpet. His arms swoop underneath your body as he picks you up in a bridal carry, your arm going over his neck for stability. Walking across your room, he gently places you down in your desk chair. “Let me clean up a bit, then I’ll be right back and we can get some rest,” he says, leaning over to kiss your forehead.
All you can do is stare, still trying to ground yourself, as he pulls the comforter off your bed. He walks to your closet and searches through it until he pulls out a pair of your pajama shorts before sliding them up his thighs. He turns over his shoulder to face you as he jokingly places a hand on his ass, now covered by hot pink shorts. “You like what you see?” he winks at you from across the room.
“It really brings out your eyes,” you giggle, pulling your knees up to your chest, suddenly realizing how cold you are without his body next to yours.
He turns back to your closet and pulls out two t-shirts. Tossing one to you and putting the other on, he grabs the comforter from the floor. “I’m gonna go put this in the wash, then we can get cleaned up and head to bed, yeah?” he says, tilting his head at you with that lopsided grin on his face. You nod and he turns to step out of the room.
While he’s gone, you look at yourself in the mirror. You laugh lightly, realizing you look just as fucked out as Yuji did earlier. Turning your head to the side you notice a purple hickey on your neck, right between your jawline and ear. Almost as if he could feel you thinking about him, Yuji steps back into the room, a smile still plastered on his face as his eyes focus on you. You roll your eyes at him, pointing at the mark he left on your skin.
“Oops,” he shrugs, still grinning, “my bad.” He plays it off, but you can tell from his tone he knew exactly what he was doing. Now you’re left to figure out how to hide it before your study session with Megumi.
The rest of the night goes by easily, both of you still fighting through the brain fog brought on by your life-altering orgasms. You find a blanket under your bed that you and Yuji barely fit under, but you don’t mind - it’s just an excuse to stay closer to him. The two of you huddle under it on top of your bed, and as you drift into sleep, you feel his hand lazily tracing circles against your back.
The next morning, your eyes blink open and you feel Yuji’s fingers brush against your arm. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice low from sleep. You look down and see a freshly cleaned comforter covering both of you. He follows your eyes and preempts, “You were sleeping really deep, and I knew it was done in the wash, so I just thought I’d go grab it. And you seemed really cold in the middle of the night because you got all cuddled up to me, so I figured you could use the extra warmth.”
Turning to face him, you smile. “Thank you, Yuji,” you respond, your morning voice making the words even softer.
“Anytime,” his grin spreading across his face. “I was about to wake you up anyways, you gotta get ready for your daaaaate,” he teases, reaching down to poke your stomach. You squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp as you both laugh. “Where is it, anyways? I can walk you there if you’d like,” he offers nonchalantly.
You freeze. You had never told him you were supposed to see Megumi, and you weren’t sure how he’d react. I mean, he shouldn’t even have a reaction, right? you think. After all, you are just friends. Even as you think the words, a pit grows in your stomach.
“It’s at a cafe, but I’m actually meeting him at his place first,” you tentatively respond, moving your eyes away from his.
“Oh, well I can walk you there then! What dorm is he in?” he continues, not seeming to get the hint.
“He, um, actually lives in your dorm…” you trail off.
Pausing to think for a moment, his face suddenly lights up. “Holy shit, it’s Fushiguro, isn’t it?” he says. Your eyes look back up to his to try and see his reaction, but the main emotion you sense is genuine surprise. “Oh my god, it is!” he laughs.
Your eyes scan his face, trying to read what he’s feeling as you slowly nod. “Is that okay?” you ask.
For a second, you see him falter. “Y-yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be? I love Fushiguro, I just didn’t know he could pull like that,” he chuckles, eyes momentarily shifting away from yours until he returns your gaze.
Nobody else would have noticed, but you, who has known Yuji for as long as you have, you notice. His laugh was forced.
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