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Sweet Spot | myg

☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☆ genre: established relationship, pwp • smut, fluff

☆ word count: 7.5k I'm so sorry

☆ warnings: explicit smut – dry humping, handjob, blowjob, fingering, eating out, slight breast/nipple play, penetrative sex, protected sex (ayyy), simultaneous orgasms, some praise; Yoongi is a simp but we all simp for Yoongi so I guess that's ok; mature language; mentions of alcohol

☆ synopsis: Three months into dating, Yoongi ponders what the perfect scenario for a love confession would be. There's no manual stating when and where and how is appropriate. It's only convenient when his body reacts faster than his brain, doing the job for him.

☆ playlist: CL - +5STAR+ | Doja Cat feat. SZA - Kiss Me More

☆ a/n: ...Hello again. I'm back with the last installment of the Birthday Boy universe for now 👀 and oh boy... This is my first piece of actual smut on this site, and while I'm shaking and sweating profusely this was so much fun to write.

I hope you enjoy reading. If you do – thank you! As always, lmk what you think ♡ Also, happy August! Time flies by so fast, like can y'all believe we’re already 8 months deep into more what the fuck-ery?

Not in a million years would Min Yoongi have imagined there's a way to upgrade relaxing (read: lazying around) after a long day at work because, mind you, if there's one thing this man is convinced he's got down to a T it's making the most of his leisure time. Crack open a cold one, put on the NBA playoffs on his 85-inch screen if those are happening, and chill out on the couch until his tired legs drag him back to his bedroom. You know – work hard, rest harder.

It never crossed his mind that all of this would actually be an even better experience while holding someone or being in someone's arms. He's surprised at first since, from what he remembers, he absolutely hated when his older brother Geumjae used to sneak into his room in the middle of the night, scared out of his wits because he saw a monster, seeking refuge in the younger one's bed. Ugh. The lack of space, the added body heat. Everything about it was downright awful.

Now that he found you though, he has someone to share his nights with, and he never wants to go back.

The first night you came over Yoongi was a nervous wreck. He's gotten more than accustomed to falling asleep by your side now though, the feeling of holding you close while the two of you drift off into slumber together. The times you're not there with him, he immediately misses your touch. He's specially grown used to the way your fingertips caress his skin, drawing small circles on his back or running them through his hair.

With both of your busy schedules, you try making it a once-a-week occasion at least, mostly during the weekend since it also allows you to spend the next day together. Today is one of those days, a Friday night to be exact, when you show up at Yoongi's doorstep, your white, flower-embroidered tote bag packed with some of your stuff slung over your shoulder, ready to stay the night.

He greets you with a quick peck on the lips and an arm wrapped around your waist. "I missed you." The words are muffled as Yoongi murmurs them into your hair, his hold around you still tight before he leads you into his apartment.

"It's been a week." You turn around to send him an incredulous look, brows furrowed but lips pulled into an amused smile nonetheless.

Locking the door behind him, your boyfriend musters you with a slight hint of annoyance – which is definitely play-pretend. "Yeah, so? I can't miss my pretty girlfriend's pretty face?"

Your laugh ricochets off the walls of the hallway. "Now you're overdoing it."

Yoongi shuffles closer to you, hands coming up to cradle your face as he plants another chaste kiss on your lips. "Nope, never."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you slightly shove him by the chest, but Yoongi doesn't miss the way you turn bashful, cheeks rising as the corners of your mouth turn upward.

You make your way further into the spacious apartment with Yoongi hot on your heels, the scent of your rose body mist leaving a lingering trail in the air. He's grown so fond of it, the way it still stays on his sheets days after – a reminder that you are, in fact, very much real and very much his.

"Oh my God." In an almost comical manner, you plant down face-first onto the black leather couch of his living room, your tote bag dropping down onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

"Long day?" Yoongi carefully finds his seat next to you, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back.

"The longest," you grunt with a pout, cheek squished on the cushion as you turn your head to the side. The image makes Yoongi chuckle to himself. "This thesis is driving me insane."

Your boyfriend sends you a tight-lipped smile, hand coming to a halt on your lower back. "I know, baby. But you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." A tired smirk makes its way onto your features, his affirmative words leaving a positive effect on you.

In your position, you twist around to lay on your side, grabbing ahold of your lover's hand, gripping it tightly. "I'm so beat. I barely made it into the shower before I got here."

At that, Yoongi's face turns slightly sour, fingers lacing through yours. "Why didn't you say anything? We could've met up some other time or I would've come over instead."

"I really wanted to see you."

The words leave your lips without hesitation, pulling on Yoongi's heartstrings. Man, he loves you. Like really loves you – it's just that he hasn't had the courage to say it out loud yet after three months of dating. He's never told anyone that he loves them romantically, but he doesn't sweat it. Sooner or later, the time will come when he's ready to tell you, he's sure of it. On the other hand, he wonders if you harbor the same feelings for him, but he brushes that thought aside because any sign of you not reciprocating would be a stab at his heart.

"Besides," you continue, "your bed is so much more comfortable than mine."

A lighthearted chuckle resonates from Yoongi. "Alright, fair enough." Reluctantly, he lets go of your hand, rising to his feet. "You probably haven't had dinner yet, right?" You respond with a timid shake of your head. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Doesn't matter. I don't wanna move a single muscle though."

Yoongi lets out a laugh at that. "Don't worry, you won't have to do anything besides lay here looking all pretty."

You look up at him with puppy eyes that have him weak in the knees. "But then I'll feel bad for making you do all the work."

"That's okay." He moves to pick up his phone from the side table. "We can also order in if that makes you feel better."

A simple nod of your head seals the deal.

One empty pizza carton and bottle of Moscato later, the two of you are cuddled up on the couch. You don't remember who suggested this documentary on sea life, and it doesn't matter now, but in his peripheral view, Yoongi notices your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

"Hey, are you falling asleep on me?" He pokes your cheek before gently cupping it, his thumb rubbing small circles into the soft skin.

"Nuh-uh," you mumble, head lifting off of Yoongi's shoulder in lightning speed. "Just enjoy cuddling with you."

Your boyfriend musters you with narrow eyes. "Alright, let's get you to bed," he grumbles as he watches you trying your hardest to stay awake.

At that, you jump up from his hold, propping yourself up on both hands.

"Are you okay? What's up?" Yoongi sends you a confused yet concerned look.

You shake your head furiously. "I can't go to bed yet."

"Why not?"

Licking your lips, you look down at him through your eyelashes. "I wanna stay up with you longer."

Yoongi is sure there's no intended insinuation behind your words, but the way your eyes hold his has him wondering how you wander the lines between innocent and seductive with such ease. "Okay," he simply replies, his hand coming up to push back parts of your hair that are falling in front of your face. "But any sign of fatigue, and it's nighttime for you, lady."

A smirk appears on your lips before your frame finds its way back into Yoongi's arms. "Yes, sir."

He gulps. Sometimes he's unsure if you have too much power over him or if he's simply too weak for you.

As you nuzzle your face back into the crook of his neck, Yoongi's focus on the TV falters when he senses you scattering small pecks all over, puckered lips tickling his sensitive skin as they slowly flutter from one spot to another.

"What are you doing?" He can't hide the effect your attacks have on him, voice wavering when you suck at the crevice right below the corner of his jawline.

"Have to keep myself awake," you murmur, moving further upwards to the spot behind the shell of his ear. "Also, you smell really nice."

Yoongi chuckles at that. "Likewise. I took a shower before you got here." A groan emerges when you lightly tug at his ear lobe. "Also, that's your idea of keeping yourself from falling asleep?" His question is answered by you carefully grazing your teeth across the side of his face, a smirk creeping up on yours, causing him to cackle again. "I'm not against it."

You entangle your legs from where they lie splayed out on the couch in between his, hoisting yourself up while you swing them over both sides of his torso, straddling his waist.

You're no strangers to heated make-out sessions, your very first one having hugely impacted the future of your relationship, serving as a stepping stone for many more following – but this time feels different in a sense Yoongi can't quite grasp yet. The way the insides of your thighs feel almost scorching hot through the fabric of his shirt, heat emitting from every inch of exposed skin on your body. Yoongi has his suspicions, but he doesn't want to cave in just yet.

He reaches for your face, palm covering the entire expanse of your jawline, gently pulling you down towards him until your lips are mere millimeters apart from each other. "What are you doing to me, hm?" Closing the distance between the two of you, he draws you into a deep kiss, longing apparent as the tip of his tongue darts out to lap at the underside of your top lip once he breaks it off.

The look you send him has Yoongi almost at a breaking point, glossy eyes with fluttery eyelashes, and plump lips slightly parted with a sheen of saliva from the kiss. He wants to have you right here and now in any way you'll allow him – if this is what you want, that is. You haven't had sex yet, and frankly, neither of you have brought it up so far. Yoongi follows the rule of whatever happens, happens without any pressure, and it seems like the same applies to you.

Now that you're on top of him like this though, with fiery eyes hungry for more, he's not sure how much longer he can hold out. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" he mumbles against your lips, his last attempt at toying with your patience (and his) a little more, stroking small circles on your cheekbone.

When you reply by rolling your hips farther down his body until his crotch comes into contact with yours, his breath hitches in his throat. He's going to lose it any second, and when you pull him in for a relatively tame kiss that's in juxtaposition with the bold grinding of your groin, he's sure he's done for.

"You're gonna kill me at this rate." The timbre of his voice drops another octave once you draw away from him, sitting up straight with your bottom digging into his now evident erection.

A mischievous smile splays out on your lips. "Maybe that's my plan." Your fingers play with the hem of his shirt, dragging it upwards until his lithe figure is on full display.

"Didn't take you for the type to wanna murder their rich husband." Yoongi catches on to your cue, back lifting off of the couch to pull the white fabric over his head, throwing it onto the floor before plopping back down into the cushion with a soft thud.

"You don't know me very well then." Your joking words draw a low chuckle out of your boyfriend. This serves as an invitation for you to trail your fingers across his torso, nails gently grazing over the smooth skin of his chest.

He loves when you do this, whether it be on his back when he needs to be held after a hard day at work, or on his scalp when he's kissing you with so much fervor you need to hold onto him. It's a mystery to him how one action can hold such different meanings. Right now, the way your digits dance across his naked chest causes goosebumps to rise on every exposed inch of skin on his body, and like muscle memory his hands come up to cling onto your hips, compelling you to collapse onto his chest.

He envelopes you in an urgent kiss, tongue gliding across the seams of your lips which emits a whimper from you, and it doesn't take long for him to trail the hem of your camisole top past your sides, the pads of his fingers following the lines of your figure until they come to a halt beneath the wire of your bra.

You take the hint and sit upright, removing the piece of clothing that has fallen back into its initial form in this position at a tantalizing pace, revealing more and more skin by the second that Yoongi is dying to touch.

He watches you with his mouth agape. This is the first time he's going to see you topless or in a bra at least, and once the fabric is off, his mouth instantly waters at the sight. "I– uh, wow." His gaze is glued onto the dream of white lace that covers your chest.

"I'll take that as you like it?" you question your boyfriend with an alluring lull in your voice.

Obviously overwhelmed with what to do, he resorts to running a finger across the intricate pattern that travels up the bra strap. "Oh, like would be an understatement." He can feel the blush creeping up on his cheeks at his honesty, and the heat only worsens when you prop yourself up on his pectorals, giving him an even more enticing view as you push your chest together.

Yoongi blinks up at you, brain bordering on system overload, but he continues to cautiously maneuver his hands to cup your breasts with his palms, lightly caressing them. A groan rumbles in the depth of his chest. If he were to die now, he'd die a happy man, he concludes.

You react instantly to his touch, hips swiveling down harder onto his length, a single whimper escaping your lips. Throwing your head back, you offer an even more captivating cleavage to your boyfriend which results in a push-and-pull effect as you rile each other up.

The scene unfolding in front of Yoongi's eyes is nothing short of erotic, and he's certain he's going to blow his load right this instant if he doesn't take care of it, so he pulls you down into a heated kiss to halt your movements – though his own body betrays him immediately as he seeks solace against your clothed core once more.

Like some kind of mind reader, you maneuver one of his hands down towards your abdomen. "There's more, by the way," you purr into his ear, hooking one of his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, trailing them down an inch.

"Ha– okay," he manages out, hesitantly moving his other hand to come into play. As you rest your hands beside Yoongi's head, you raise your butt into the air which he takes as his lead to undress you. Carefully, he peels off your shorts until they're past your cheeks when you take it upon yourself to strip them off entirely, legs raising one after the other to climb out of the holes.

Taking in your initial position, Yoongi's eyes almost bulge out of his head. You're wearing matching panties, the same white laced design dancing across your underwear. At this point, he's certain he's entered heaven. What did he do to deserve this – to deserve you? He stares at the fabric for a while until he notices a prominent dark spot right on the center, and it renders his blood flowing uncontrollably to his dick.

You dip back down to engulf him in another heated kiss, eliciting a deep growl from him once you grind against his hard-on again.

It's like Yoongi finally comes to a realization that all of this is very much real, and like a switch flipped inside of him, his hands latch onto your lower back before traveling further down to grab a handful of your ass, massaging the flesh with his calloused fingers, causing the movements of your hips to intensify.

Your kisses are all tongue and teeth at this point, muscles dancing together in unison, lips red and sore from all the nibbling. It's when Yoongi hears you mumbling something against his mouth that he draws back. "Huh?"

"I said I wanna make you feel good." You resort to leaving open-mouthed kisses across his neck, tongue lapping out leaving wet splotches to dry under your breath.

A dark chuckle leaves Yoongi. "You're already making me feel good, baby."

You shake your head, the motion causing your hair to tickle Yoongi's face in the process. "I wanna make you feel even better." Without skipping a beat, your trail of kisses moves down to his clavicle in a painstakingly slow fashion across his chest all the way down his to abdominals before coming to a halt at the band of his sweatpants.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, and he swears he's gone into cardiac arrest. How dare you give him such innocent eyes while doing the most devilish things to him? "You're gonna be the death of me," he huffs in defeat.

And with that, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants, peeling them down slowly along with his boxers until his hardened cock springs free.

It takes you a moment to react, but for Yoongi that moment is enough for his mind to go haywire – what if you don't like what you're seeing? What if you expected something else? What if you changed your mind? What if–

His train of thought stops abruptly when he feels your lips wrap around the head, tongue poking out to lap at the underside. "F-fuck," he barely manages in a murmur causing you to let out a loud huff. As you dare to go deeper taking him in about halfway, his hand shoots out to card through your hair, holding the locks in place.

God damn, it's been a while since Yoongi has found himself in this position – and with you on the giving end, it makes it all the much better. The way your hand that's usually reserved for holding it in his much bigger one is now grabbing the shaft of his dick renders him immobile. It takes all his might to not shoot straight down your throat right this instance, so he seeks your free hand resting atop his thigh for leverage, interlacing his fingers with yours.

By now, your mouth has made it all the way down to your fist wrapped around him, warm and slick with saliva. With a choked gurgle, you come back up to catch your breath before sliding down again, another glob of spit trickling down his length. "Shit," the man growls, eyes falling shut at the sensation of you hollowing out your mouth, creating a suctioning hole to fuck him with. "You're so good to me, baby."

When Yoongi opens his eyes again and catches you stroking him in fast motions while your head bops up and down in a similar fashion, he swears he's going to lose it any second. He's not going to last any longer, but he's in such bliss with you slobbering all over his dick, but he's not going to be able to hold it in any longer, and he wants to make you see stars and give you the world and–

With a pop sound, you release him, resorting to your hand taking over as you stare at him with glossy eyes and lips. "You good?" you inquire, your sideway smirk in stark contrast to the softness of your voice.

He's going to be in for one hell of a night.

"Come here." Tightening the grip on your interlocked hands, he pulls you up to meet his face, engulfing you in a messy kiss that's mostly sticky remnants of your own saliva. He doesn't mind though, the taste of himself on your tongue only spurring him on to deepen the kiss.

In your position propped up on all fours, Yoongi has enough room to slide one of his hands down the expanse of your front before coming to a stop at the hemline of your panties. He tests the water by hooking one finger underneath the white lace. Breaking off the kiss, he looks into your eyes, pupils dilated with lust. "Can I?"

You respond with a small nod and a meek smile, and with that Yoongi's hand glides past the restraints of the cotton fabric, cupping your mound with his palm. A guttural groan resonates from him when the tips of his fingers find out you're soaked. "Fuck, baby. Look at you."

The harmonious melody of your chuckle slowly subsides, turning into choked-out moans instead when the male starts rubbing his hand back and forth, spreading your slick all over your folds. You shift in place when his digits swipe over your clit, a vocal sigh leaving your lips, and Yoongi swears it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He's compelled to do it again and again, adding more speed and pressure until your gasps fall into a rhythm with his own.

"O-oh my God." You drop your head into the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning across his skin mixed with exclaims of pleasure.

Experimentally, your lover prods at your pulsating hole, pushing in the tip of his middle finger. When you let out a particularly loud sigh, he takes it as his go to slide in all the way, slowly but surely wrapped in your warmth.

You react instantly, a drawn-out whimper escaping you when he grazes that one spot inside of you. "M-more," you whine, gnawing at your bottom lip.

Yoongi doesn't hesitate at your command, slipping in another one until he's knuckles deep. You seem to be satisfied with that as your head comes up to draw him in for a deep kiss, and he makes a move of dragging his digits in and out. With the bent form of his hand, his palm continuously digs into your clit, eliciting high-pitched cries from you which in turn causes him to become more earnest with his actions, picking up speed until he's hitting your outer walls with his bony knuckles.

You're a moaning mess above him now, juices trickling down as they coat his hand front and back. "F-fuck, Yoongi."

He feels your walls flutter around him, and it drives him insane. These are just his fingers. How good will he be able to make you feel with his mouth on you or with his dick inside of you? God damn, he can't wait to find out, to spread you out on his bed and love you like you're his – because that's what you are. Yoongi still can't believe how he managed to find you when he didn't even know what he was looking for. You deserve all the pleasures in the world and more.

As if on cue, you reach down to grab ahold of his wrist leading him to stop. The man looks up at you in confusion. Did he speak too soon?

"Yoongi, fuck me."

A gulp resonates in his throat. Did he hear you right? You want him to–

Planting a quick peck on his lips, you regain his attention. "Please."

You're dead serious, pulling him out with a squelching noise before proceeding to slide your sodden panties to the side.

His eyes are bewitched by your movement, watching every millimeter with focus. The inside of his mouth turns into a waterfall and a desert all at once. Though as convincing your argument might be, he doesn't want to rush it.

"Not yet," he muses, capturing your hand that's toying with the fabric, forcing you both into an upright position. "I wanna do things right with you."

Now it's your turn to stare at him in perplexion. "What do you mean–oh!" Suddenly, you're off the ground as Yoongi carries you bridal style through his apartment.

His lips are on you the entirety of the way to his bedroom, never faltering in their feverish kisses even when he places you on the soft sheets.

It doesn't take long for the man to pick up where you left off, his body towering over you, descending as his kisses follow the lines of your body. He halts at the swell of your breasts before his hands maneuver behind your back, unclasping your bra with a snap.

He's unsure how he's remained confident in his actions until now, but as soon as he sees the cups lay loosely atop of your chest, his brain short-circuits, eyes boring into yours. The thought of you naked has crossed his mind many times before, but now that he's actually in the moment about to become reality it's like all senses have lost him.

Luckily, you catch on to what's happening, helping out by carding your fingers underneath the straps, dragging them down one by one until the garment is off completely. Dangling it off the edge of the bed, you let it drop to the floor.

His eyes flicker back and forth between your face and your chest. The image right in front of him goes beyond all of his imaginations. The way your hair is splayed out on his silk sheets, your half-naked body illuminated by the sliver of light peeking through the crack in the door, looking up at him with a hint of mischief. "God, you're so beautiful. You know that?"

You tilt your head to the side at his comment, hiding your face in the feathery pillow.

Yoongi chuckles at your reaction. "Why are you getting shy all of a sudden?" His hands come out to hold you by your waist, slowly sliding up until they reach your breasts, grazing your nipples with his thumbs. "Just stating facts."

He bends down to bury his face in the junction of your neck, trailing kisses from your jugular down to your collarbone before landing on your left breast. Paying attention to the other one, he alternates between twirling the nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger and kneading the mound.

A choked-out moan escapes you as he repeatedly toys with your pert nubs, his tongue lapping out to flick your hardened nipple. Your hand reaches out to grab his wrist when he playfully tugs on it with his teeth, the other finding refuge in his dark locks pulling on them lightly.

After a while he switches sides, repeating the motions before continuing his path of kisses, stopping at the hemline of your panties. His fingers hover above the fabric when he looks up at you. "Can I?" he inquires with eyes locked onto yours, and the look you send him has him almost at a breaking point.

Giving him permission with a small nod of your head, your boyfriend slides the sodden piece of clothing down your thighs, slick sticking to your center leaving a trail that has him in awe.

Once the obstructing garment is off, he zeroes in on your bare lower form, folds glistening in the faint light coming from the hallway. You're a work of art, Botticelli's Venus would pale in your presence. The longer the night goes on, the more he realizes how damn lucky of a man he really is. It's beyond him how he managed to score you, beautiful from the inside and outside. So damn lucky.

When you move to pull your legs closer to you restricting Yoongi from the view, he gently places both hands on your knees. He realizes he must've ogled for too long. "Please," he groans, "don't hide from me."

You respond by softening in his hold, letting him pry your legs apart and planting your feet on either of his sides. His hands hook beneath your knees, lips puckering loving pecks along the inside of your thigh. As he dives deeper, he makes a detour for your hipbone, following the line of your apex.

Giggling at his gesture, you lightly close your legs around him. "It tickles," you explain with a hand atop his head in an attempt to push him away.

He takes your hint with a low chuckle, and so he hoists up your thighs on his shoulders, face disappearing below you.

You react instantly at his touch, his flattened tongue laving over the entire expanse of your slit leaving you squirming, and the noise that escapes you along with your taste and smell has Yoongi yearning for more. It edges on sensory overload, but in the best way possible. Your breathy moans and sweet scent and flavor have him immediately addicted like a drug, so he wastes no time in going back in – this time taking your sensitive nub into his mouth once he reaches the top.

"O-oh God," you choke out, hand seeking for leverage somewhere, bunching up the silk sheets beneath you.

Yoongi didn't think it would be possible for him to get even harder, but the way you look from this angle, your chest rising and falling as you let out the most sinful of sounds, has him almost bursting through the restraints of his clothes. He repeats the motion, switching it up by flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your clit and sucking on it.

"Yoongi, p-please," you whimper, your hand carding through the sweaty strands of his bangs, giving him a better view of you from his position.

He releases your labia with an obscenely loud pop sound. "What do you want, baby?" Locking gaze with you, he proceeds to eat you out, eliciting higher-pitched cries from you as he picks up his pace, nose bumping into your bud repeatedly.

Your other hand latches onto one of his wrapped around your thigh, interlacing fingers. "F-fuck me already."

The juxtaposition of your lewd request and pure gesture just about has Yoongi nearly cum on the spot, and as much as he wants to lick you dry of your juices he can't deny the effect your plea has on him.

He lifts himself off of you, giving your engorged clit one last kiss that sends a shudder through you. "What do you want me to do?" he questions with feigned ignorance. It might be a cheap trick, he'll admit that, but hearing those words coming from you fuels his ego to no end.

You tug him towards you by your interlocked hands so he's facing you, drawing him down until the tips of your noses touch. "I want you"–you peck his lips–"to put your pretty dick inside and fuck me."

Jesus. Since when do you have a mouth on you like that? It has his cock twitching and heart beating like crazy.

"Y-you think my dick is pretty?" he stutters, a smirk impossible to wipe off his face.

Guiding him in for another kiss, your teeth gnaw on his lower lip when you pull back. "I think all of you is pretty."

Yoongi doesn't know who has the upper hand in this situation anymore, but it doesn't matter because the warmth blooming in his chest has him on cloud nine. You're so sweet, and – now he found out – so naughty as well. What a jackpot he hit.

"Your eyes, your lips"–you emphasize your point by dragging your finger along the side of his face–"your hands. All of you."

A light chuckle leaves him. "Now you're overdoing it," he repeats your words from earlier tonight.

You inch his face closer to yours once more, tongue darting out to lick your lips to ready them. "Nope, never."

When you pull away from the kiss, Yoongi is quick to scramble off the bed, freeing himself from the confinements of his sweatpants and boxers in one go. Opening his upper drawer in a hurry, he almost yanks it out of the nightstand entirely, leaving you in laughter. He fishes out a foil package, ripping it open in one swift motion before placing the latex on his hardened cock. Pumping himself a few times to make sure it stays in place, he clambers back onto the bed until he towers over you, the tip of his erection poking at your entrance.

You greet him with that wide smile of yours he adores so much, the one that has your nose scrunching up and the sides of your eyes crinkling.

He could look at that face forever, smothering it in kisses, but when you brace yourself on his hips, urging him to push forward, he's sure he found a new obsession. The way your eyelids flutter shut and your mouth falls agape – he wants to relive that moment as many times as possible.

Only when he's sheathed all the way inside do your eyes flicker open again, looking up at him with a sparkle in their irises that has him almost lose control. Bending down to engulf you in a deep kiss, he drags himself out halfway before thrusting back in.

This must be a fever dream – your velvety walls with their tight grip around his girth, your hoarse moans mixing with his guttural groans. Nothing, not even his wildest dreams, can compete with the scene unfolding right in front of him.

"Yoongi," you murmur against his lips. "M-more."

The man doesn't need to be told twice for him to pick up pace, throwing your legs higher so they lock behind his back. Leaning himself up on his forearms, he snaps into you deeper, faster.

You reply in needy sighs, nails digging into his hard biceps.

"Like this?"

"Mhm."

How do you manage to be so endearing even during a moment like this? Giving your lips a light peck, he continues pistoning into you, watching as your face contorts in pleasure.

Pushing your pelvis upward, you heighten the feeling of friction, his pubic bone colliding with yours on every thrust. "Oh, fuck!" you exclaim, followed by another string of curses.

Yoongi joins in on it, voice husky from the exertion. It's been a while – his arms are killing him, and so are his abs. Also, he's quite close to cumming, but he refuses to stop until you had your release. On that note, he wonders if you're even able to receive an orgasm like this. Maybe he should've made you cum on his fingers or mouth earlier – preferably both because he wants to spoil you. He figures you have all night though. He will gladly serve you until you're satisfied, as long as it takes.

Closing his eyes to remain calm, he focuses on the steady rhythm of his breathing. It only helps so much though when you writhe underneath him like that, wailing like a siren. God, this is so hot. You are so hot, he thinks to himself.

It's when he feels the warmth of your fingers on his cheeks that he opens his eyes again. "Let me get on top," you purr into the shell of his ear.

Your boyfriend complies no questions asked, hooking an arm around your middle to flip the two of you over, dick still intact inside of you.

Once you find leverage on his chest, you waste no time sitting up straight, rocking back and forth atop of him.

This might be his favorite position with you, he concludes. You look delectable from this angle, tits on full display covered in a slight sheen of sweat, that glimpse of his cock in your delicious cunt – he can't help but run his hands all over you. From your hips to your chest, back down to your hips before he settles for your ass. He feels as if he didn't get to appreciate it enough so far, so you being on top serves as another plus. "So fucking hot."

"Huh?" you question, voice weak as you're still riding him.

Just now does Yoongi realize he verbalized his thoughts. How stupid of him not to notice. There's no need for him to mask his slip-up though because it's the truth. So he repeats the words with conviction this time, locking eyes with you. "You look so fucking hot like this."

His compliment has a smile creeping up on your features, followed by a bite of your lip and an intense roll of your pelvis. "Really?"

"Uh-huh," he confirms, letting out a loud huff at your movement.

"Feel good, too?"

"Mhm," your lover gasps, grip on your ass tighter than before. "You feel so fucking good."

At that, you fall forward onto your arms resting them beside his head, now gliding up and down on his girth.

"Holy shit, okay." His hands move to hold you by the waist, helping you maintain your balance.

"This fine?" you purr, throwing your head to the side to prevent your hair from blocking your view.

"Y-yeah." Cradling your face in his hands, he drags it down towards him, nipping at your bottom lip. "You're doing so fucking well for me, baby."

This is all it takes for you to pick up the pace, chest collapsing onto his.

"O-oh God." Yoongi is reduced to nothing but curses under labored breath, tethering on the brink of release. He's not going to last much longer. "_____, I'm close," he admits, mentally preparing himself for disappointing you with his confession.

"I'm almost there," you pant, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "Please"–your lips pucker up to leave fleeting kisses all over his transpiring skin–"I wanna cum with you."

Your demand has all blood draining from your boyfriend's face, but he's determined to hold out for as long as possible. "Okay," he proclaims, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek.

When your legs surely but slowly start to give out, he takes it upon himself to send you over the edge. Bucking up into you from below, he has you sobbing again in just under a minute – too bad the audiovisual of you on top of him like this almost triggers his own orgasm again. He just loves this too much. He loves you too much. "_____, I'm–"

"Almost."

"When's almost?"

"Almost. I dunno."

He'd be laughing hysterically if it wasn't for the situation he's in right now. "F-fuck, baby. I'm so sorry. I just love you too much."

"O-okay, I'm cumming." And with that you let go, squirming uncontrollably with your walls squeezing around his length.

Yoongi finally finds his own release in your vice-like grip, profanities slipping from him as he grabs your face, drawing you into a passionate kiss while he spills into the condom.

The two of you stay there like this for a while, perspiring bodies pressed together, mouths moving in tandem as you're still riding out your highs. You're in your own little world, the faint noise coming from the TV in the living room the only foreign sound in the air.

When you pull apart with swollen lips, the realization hits Yoongi like a truck – he just confessed his love to you. The question is did you notice?

"Did you just...tell me you love me?" You rest your head on his shoulder, hand carding through his hair on the nape of his neck.

Question answered. Now how does he go about this? It's not like he thought about how he would come clean about his feelings for you in great detail, but doing it during sex was definitely not on the list of possible scenarios. Does he regret it? No. Is he concerned it might scare you away? Maybe, yes.

Yoongi cranes his neck to the side so he's able to look at you. "Did you just cum from that?"

The two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, but then break out into lighthearted laughter.

"A little bit?" You raise inflection at the end of your phrase.

"A little bit or a lot bit?" Your boyfriend can't wipe the smile off his face as he playfully pokes your cheek.

You roll your eyes at him though he knows it's in a joking manner. "Hm...a lot actually." Burying your face back into his neck, you mumble under a coy chuckle, "it was good. Really, really good."

His hand moves to gently cup your cheek, causing you to lock eyes with him. "Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Where did all that confidence from earlier go?"

Another giggle from you fills his ears.

"For real though," Yoongi maneuvers his hand to untangle damp strands of your hair, "where did that even come from? The moves, the talk...the underwear!"

He must look ridiculous right now because the laugh that leaves your lips echoes off the walls. "Hm...I don't really know either," you continue once it subsides. "I was sleepy, and the wine made me even sleepier, but also made me want...you." The digit of your pointer finger draws circles on his chest. "And I always put on nice underwear when we spent the night together, just in case." Propping your head up on your arm, you look at him through hooded eyes. "I dunno. It just felt right this time."

Yoongi can basically feel butterflies spark in his chest. You're a gift from heaven and he plans on never letting you go.

"Anyway"–you muster him with a hint of mischief–"you said you love me."

Hiding his face with a bent arm, he lets out a loud huff. "Yeah, talk about time and place, huh? Uhm so, I guess now that I said it"–he removes his arm, looking up at the ceiling now avoiding eye contact–"if you don't feel the same way, yet over ever, that's okay. I mean it would really fucking hurt at first considering my dick is literally in your pussy as we speak which, by the way–"

"Yoongi."

"–starts feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Not your pussy, but my cum and the condom. You could never feel uncomfortable in any way. You feel really fucking amazing, to be honest. Anyway, like I said–"

"Yoongi."

"–I'd understand if you're freaked out or weirded out or something like that because let's be real, no sane person would–"

"Yoongi!" You stop his mindless rambling mid-sentence, cupping his face in your hands. "Will you shut up for a second and hear me out, please?"

He swallows the rest of his wordy monologue.

"Do you think I would do all of this if I didn't feel the same? Make myself all pretty when I don't have to? Haul my tired ass over here after long days at uni? Do you think I would've gotten off when you said that to me if I didn't feel the same?"

His focus darts back and forth between your eyes for a few seconds before centering, eyelids blinking open and close a couple of times.

Your face inches closer, causing him to go a little bit cross-eyed. "In conclusion – I love you, too, you idiot."

It takes him a while to come back to life, letting your words sink in. You love him. You love him. This isn't a dream. You love him back.

He doesn't have the time to respond when you pull him in for a kiss, so all that's left for him is breaking out into a smile against your lips, and he feels yours curl into a smirk as well.

You draw away too soon for his liking, but when you speak again his heart bounces in his chest. "So, I feel pretty awake after all of this, and it's getting kinda late." Your eyes shift towards the alarm clock on his nightstand. "Maybe there's a way we can fix that again?"

"Say no more." Yoongi flips you over on your back in the blink of an eye, pulling out of you with a squelching sound before jumping off the bed. "I'm just gonna go and take care of this real quick"–he strips the used condom off his cock with caution, tying a knot into it–"turn off the TV and the lights in the living room, and then I'm all yours."

He's almost out the door when your voice sounds again, small and cozy. "Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

This is only the second time the words leave your lips, but Yoongi is already sure he won't ever get tired of you saying them. "I love you, too, _____."

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beoneofus · 2 years

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𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚

fandom: the lost boys

star x sadistic! fem! reader

length: long

warnings: nsfw themes, swearing, dominant and sadistic reader, man handling ( consensual ), slight choking, vaginal fingering, use of the word gypsy, implied height, fluff and slight aftercare at the end ( if you count that as a warning :) )

a/n: I'm in a sadistic ass mood and decided to write this because why not? I thought star would best fit for this, and I'm gay as fuck for her, so I decided on a female reader. hopefully this is enjoyable. / ps. not proof read! sorry for spelling errors. /

( unedited, 4.27.22 )

“ I've told you before, you don't control me. ”

there it was again. that snippy, flame erupted little tone in her voice that made y/n want to get up and do things to her that shouldn't be done. at least, not this early in the relationship - if you could even call this, that.

star and y/n had met several months ago, nearly a year, when y/n had gotten into an argument with the infuriating leader known as david, on the boardwalk. he had commented on how her ‘ ass looked really nice ’ in the jeans she had been wearing. a wrong choice to voice those words, because the bold woman had heard him and didn't hesitate to whirl around and give him a piece of her mind. star was the one who ended up witnessing it from afar, only to march up to the pair and break them up. y/n took a liking to her immediately, and star realized she liked y/n a few days later. they've been circling around one another since, and even managed to share a few kisses within the past two months, but nothing else has happened.

y/n, however, had the bad habit of telling people - anyone she was fond of or close with, what to do. very solemnly was it for her own benefit; it was mostly for the safety, or what she thought would be safety, of the occupant in mind. she's told star before, in the past, what to do and star liked being her own person, so of course she'd fire back. but everytime she did, it brought out y/n's little side that she tried to keep hidden away - the side that she rather not show around the gypsy woman for a while longer.

sadly, the waters were rising more and more as time went on.

“ I'm not trying to control you, star, ” y/n spoke from her seated position in her bedroom; one leg crossed over the other as she sat in her favorite club chair. her elbow sat upon the tip of her lifted knee, arm propped upwards as her chin perched onto the edge of her open palm. darkened, rather sinister looking orbs stared up at the woman that looked at the other in irritation; an almost snarl-like look settling on her beautiful visage. “ — I'm telling you it's not safe to hang around that emerson boy, like you do. michael, was his name? ” when star nodded, huffing afterwards and turning her head away, y/n grinned. “ well, michael doesn't seem like good news. of course, he's nothing but an ordinary guy.. but those seem to be the one's you should look out for the most, dearest. ”

letting her arm fall from its comforted position, she uncrossed her logs before standing to her feet; her five-foot-ten frame coming to full height and up-stepping star's own by two inches. “ teenage boys, especially drop outs, only have one thing on their mind.. ” just as the twenty-one-year-old dressed in complete black, reached the brunette that lifted her head, her fingers lifted to ghost over star's cheek in a caressing motion. dark, yet hypnotizing hues stared into the milky brown one's that belonged to the woman she became so utterly fascinated with; looking in awe as y/n slid her hand further down, to cup the space right under the female's jawline.

“ — and it's not a romantic date under the stars, gorgeous. ” a wide, wolf-ish grin spread over the lips of the taller lady. “ if anything, that's what's been on my mind since day one. ” her free arm took its place around star's waste, only to pull her closer roughly; a gasp of surprise leaving the gypsy's lips once their faces were only centimeters apart. “ now, be a good girl for me, and lose the attitude. ” amusement filled eyes, that picked up on the twist of sourness that filled star's own, lingered on pressed lips before flickering back up to meet the girl's. “ it doesn't look good on that pretty little tongue of yours. ”

while the way y/n's low, silky voice made star's stomach do summersaults, she still did not enjoy the way she was being talked to. it sounded so right coming out of the sadist's mouth.. but star knew better; y/n liked to play mind games, just like david. although she thought it was for the better, and sometimes didn't even see the wrong in such actions, star knew she couldn't fall for the tricks that the anarchist had up her sleeve.

“ no. ” star spoke in a stone cold voice, after a beat of silence passed; determination set in her lush irises. “ I won't lose the attitude, y/n. quit talking to me as if I'm some pet, and like you own me - you don't. ”

clearly, y/n found this entire situation humerus; the words star spoke, the aggravation in her tone, the fact that her body language didn't match up with what she was saying.. it was all far too entertaining. that's why, instead of lighting up in rage, the hand that had been lingering over star's collarbone shot up and wrapped around her throat. she was pushed into the wall behind her, as a silent gasp left her open mouth; eyes widening, just the slightest, in alarm as y/n's body pressed up against her own.

“ don't act like you don't love it when I speak to you this way.. ” the previous mumbled, eyes slightly narrowed with want. lips curled in a sickening, cruel smile; pearly white canines coming into view while the right upturn of the female's nose lifted in perfection, followed along by pitched pupils searching the others' face. “ I can hear the way that cold, dark blood of yours seems to speed up in a rush.. and the way your breath hitches when I say your name.. ” while her lips brushed up against the gypsy's, star's eyes fluttered in satisfaction. “ I can even smell you, right now.. ”

arm removing the hold it had on star's waist, a single, cold hand smoothed over the dip of her waist, before traveling down. fingers ran over the clothed flesh of her thigh, sliding down, further and further.. with each lingered touch, the brunette twitched, giving the taller of the two exactly what she wanted; a spike in star's pulsating heat.

finally, the glittery skirt star wore was bunched up until the cool air that flushed in through the open window, hit her clothed pussy. she let out a small, barely audible, whine; causing y/n to hum while she dotted the tips of her fingers over her beloved's clothed mound. “ look at you.. ” the amusement in y/n's voice was far from hidden, dilated pupils gliding over every inch of the star-struck girl's face. “ — so fucking needy.. you're practically dripping onto my hand right now. ”

star knew that - she knew she looked pathetic. she's talked so tough, kept up an act this whole time; all these months, just to have it fall with a wisp of breath from the woman that had her in a chokehold. literally. though, she honestly couldn't complain - it felt good to have the ( hair colored ) haired lady feeling her up.

“ please.. ” the curly haired girl whimpered out, finally decoding to lift her arms; hands making the choice to loosely curl around the sadist's wrist.

“ please? ” y/n mused, eyes lighting up in pure enjoyment by the simple word alone. “ please what, starling? ” the elder of the two mumbled, leaning further in to press a soft kiss along star's cheek.

she didn't want to beg; didn't want to make a further pity excuse, of herself.. that'd be giving y/n what she wants. star hated doing that, because she y/n would get smug about it. but god, she couldn't help but give in. “ please touch me.. ” the brunette whispered, glistening eyes opening up enough to make eye contact with y/n as she continued lining butterfly pecs along the side of her face. “ I need you, to touch me. please, please, ”

since star looked like she was on the verge of crying from being so damn needy, y/n decided it'd be best to give her what she wants. with a breathless chuckle, her index finger hooked onto the side of the gypsy's panties and pulled them back; the tip of her middle digit, wasting no time to rub inbetween the wanting woman's lips. star immediately gasped out and tightened her hold on the others' wrist, making y/n more confident in her movements, which led her to pressing the pad of her finger up against star's swollen clit.

“ god, you smell so fucking good.. ” y/n huffed out, dipping her head down to finally kiss along the side of star's neck that was left exposed. the girl in question had bucked her hips in attempt to grab more friction, which y/n smirked at - even though she wanted to tease star, she couldn't. she loved this way too much.

that same digit slid back and forth between her soaked folds a few times, simply taking in the slick that had gathered around the area; feeling how the nerves below jumped out, and how star kept taking shaky inhales of breath. it made y/n want her; crave her, to the point where she finally said fuck it, and slipped a finger inside of her love.

“ jesus fuck.. ” the fellow vampire hissed just as star did; their words molding together in a pleasurable heap as cold skin entered the warming area. “ you're so wet.. ” as the words were mumbled out against bare skin, y/n took it upon herself to move her finger in and out of the brunette, all while wrapping her lips around a free space on star's shoulder to work on a well-defined hickey.

“ please, y/n, more, ” star whined out, bucking her hips upwards against the woman's hand. she refused to wait, however, and instinctively wrapped her left leg around y/n's waist; pulling her lower half closer in need. “ faster, please go faster! ”

jesus christ, was this girl going to be the death of her. the smell of her arousal, her demanding yet whiny words, her moans.. y/n was going to break and not hold back from what she really wanted to do, if this path continued.

however, her plea's were granted; a second finger being slid into the smolder of welcoming heat wish a slick push. dipping in and out of star's cunt with ease and well practiced thrusts, the brunette was left to clutch onto the female and bury her face into her clothed shoulder; muffled, high pitched moans leaving her. y/n finished working on the purple bruise she was giving, and released with a small ‘ pop! ’ , smugly grinning at the fact that her star was basically a withering mess right now.

“ that's it, babydoll.. ” y/n mumbled, coaxing the girl along as she sped up her pace; the hand around the female's throat now, completely slack, and instead taking the route of curling that exact arm around her upper half. she held star close, as the woman clung onto her; legs quivering, juices flowing down her thighs. “ let me hear your voice, baby. don't hold back - tell me exactly how you feel. ”

“ fuck, god- ” star cried, shifting her head to where her cheek pressed up against the clothed shoulder blade. “ it feels so good, ” the gypsy practically sobbed the words out, as the finger jerks became more rough. she could feel the coil tightening up in her gut. “ don't stop, please don't stop! ”

by the way star's walls kept pulsating, tightening around her digits and then releasing, she could tell her favorite brunette was close to her orgasm. she encouraged her on, continuing to mumbled praises in her ear, joined in by reading chants that left star to whine out. it was amazong; it was ravishing. y/n could go all day, all week, all month hearing the pleasure filled nooses coming from her lover; it was complete bliss.

“ o.. oh my - I'm gonna cum, ” star panted, tightening the hold she had on y/n's waist; the back bend of her knee tightly holding on to the sharp curve of the female's hip bone. “ I'm going to, oh fuck - I'm cumming! ” once the words left star's mouth, completely jumbled and lips parted, y/n took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the curly haired woman's interior clamp around her digits harshly; moving in a rhythmic wave while her orgasm rid out. the slick of cream could be felt between her already wet, appendages, but y/n didn't mind; lips settling to lock in a closed mouth, small grin.

as fingers were pulled out from between the shaking girl's legs, star struggled to stand; opting to cling onto her lover for dear life once y/n took a hold of her skirt, and lowered it.

“ well that sure was a show.. ” the taller of the two mumbled, chuckling softly as all she received in reply, was a small squeeze to the fabric of her shirt. knowing the female needed time to recover from such an intense ride, y/n slid into a slight crouch, only to wrap one hand around star's waist and the other under the space right below her behind. haunting her up, she stood back up straight, and turned; gliding over to her bed quietly.

“ I'll run you a bath.. ” y/n whispered to her love once she laid her onto the clothed mattress; pulling back slightly to look over the, now tired, face of the galaxy's most sacred. “ just lay here and relax, for now. I'll be back. ” slightly smiling, the sadist leaned down to plant a kiss upon the crown of the brunette's head.

“ y/n..? ” star rasped out, once she went to leave. this caused the ( hair color ) haired woman to stop in her tracks, and turn; a questioning gaze lingering.

“ I love you.. I just wanted you to know that. ” half-lidded eyes lifted to stare at slightly shocked holding ones, both females looking at one another quietly, before y/n shot her a smile that could put a million sun rays to bed.

“ I love you too, mia cara.. always will. ”

note: mia cara means my dear/darling in italian!

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star the lost boys #the lost boys star #reader insert #y/n insert #the lost boys imagines #star x reader #female reader

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mel0-dy · 3 years

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First thing in the morning

❥ Ran, Rindou, and Kakucho

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○ Warnings: none

○ Genre: Fluff (some are suggestive)

○ Notes: I didn't proofread this and there's grammatical errors ahead !

❍ Ran Haitani

Ran was just doing his daily routine. Getting up in bed, carefully removing the white blanket beside you so that you can't be interrupted from your dream. Ran's shirtless, not that you were not used to see his body tattoos all the time. While scratching his head, he opened the bathroom door to fix things up before letting him see you when you wake up. He's a neat person, maybe perfectionist to be exact. He don't want to you to see him as a lazy or even messy person. He always braid his blonde and black hair but he came up with an idea of just making a good hair bun. Noticed from the mirror, love bites, marks, or even bruises from his body just made him chuckled. He's used to see his body receiving this kind of marks from you. Each line have his memories circling around his heart, that's why sometimes he don't them being hide from bandages or band-aids when you treat him. The apartment is really quiet whenever you're not awake but pretty boy Ran got skeptic if you're just simply staying quiet while admiring him from the back. You were shocked to be noticed even though you did your best not to ruined the moment. Ran always knew you were a shy type although the years of dating, he's still aware that his girlfriend didn't changed a bit. Warm hug followed where you can feel your hearts connected.

"Well, didn't mean to disturb you Mr. Haitani but you are too attractive."

"Stop the tease, I'm not in the mood Mrs. Haitani."

❍ Rindou Haitani

Poor Rin who immediately groan when he woke up just to witness how messy he saw right before his eyes. He's sitting not far from the bed, kinda confused what really happened last night. He touched his head, exclaiming he should have put more pillows so that it will be his fort not to fall from the bed. It's not like Rindou a messy sleeper, it's just his girlfriend either push or punch him out of it. Both of you talked about this but nothing really changed from the past years of your relationship. But still patient Rindou, he always understand not to make this a bigger issue. Although he admit he don't want to wake you up, he still can't stand you. He means it, all and everything about you. Messy clothes everywhere, he didn't why it was his instinct to grab them and throw to your sleepy face. After 3 or 4 clothes, a soft groan came from your lips. You grabbed the clothes and realized what your idiot boyfriend has been doing. You supposed to throw it back at him but he gives his fake dodges as if you're playing some kind of sport.

"Rindou, baby, I really love you but don't mess with me right now."

"Whatever you say so, throw it to me I dare you."

❍ Kakucho Hitto

Husband material, that's it. He always wake up the same time everyday, maybe 2 hours exact before you wake up after him. He always get things ready, he admit that maybe he's a little bit extra for you. Dating with him is like a dream come true, you don't have any idea how lucky you are with this man. Today was the last day you're sharing a bed with him because he'll be staying at Izana's house for respective reasons. You planned to get up the same time with him but you don't want to make it obvious. It was really hard waking up early that's why it became Kaku's job everyday but he didn't complained about it. He founds it cute, maybe reminding him when he was child waking up with the presence of his parents beside him. While making your fake sleeping, you really tried not to make a single move or even a different face expression so that he would not notice it. It was like a serious game that you need to accomplish. You were kinda confused because waking up early with him was your original plan but you were nervous about Kaku's reaction with it. You continue staying still but it all makes worse when you heard soft footsteps coming to your direction. You shouldn't have underestimate your boyfriend, he's an observant after all.

"Come on y/n, stop pretending and I'll give you my morning kisses."

"Why did I bother trying staying asleep if you already noticed me awake."

Do not copy or repost 💜 erishaitto

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers haitani ran #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers haitani brothers #haitani ran #haitani rindou imagines #ran haitani #haitani brothers #haitani ran imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #kakucho imagines #tokyo revengers kakucho #hitto kakucho #kakucho hitto #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #rindou headcanons #ran headcanons

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Ooh a request?! Delightful. List 1-45 & 79, Javier Peña. Fem!reader with curves if possible? :) thx for an amazing blog! A friend of mine got me HOOKED on your stories. ❤️❤️❤️

45. "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."

79. "I can't get you out of my head."

Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, smoking, drinking, mild smut (18+ only)

Javier Masterlist

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“You must be Javier Peña,” you stuck your hand out and held confidently and waited for the man in question to shake it. Instead, he looked at it almost as if it offended him, placing his own hands on his hips as he cocked his head to the side in order to study you. When you realized that he wasn’t going to shake it, you pulled back and scoffed lightly, “or not.”

“Who are you?” his brows knitted together as he stool a quick glance over at Van Ness and Fiestl, who immediately looked away, pretending they hadn’t witnessed the interaction. Whatever this was, they knew exactly what this was going on and had neglected to keep him in the loop, “why are you here?”

“Why are you such an asshole?” you tilted your own head to the side and offered him a wickedly sweet smile. Javier’s expression flickered for just a moment before he just shook his head and pointed at the door.

“See yourself out, kid,” he huffed before turning back to his desk to settle in for the afternoon, “I’m too busy to waste time on things like this. I’ve got things to do.”

“Like what?” you refused to back down and be bossed around by a man that refused to even shake your hand. Javier huffed as he sat down and lit up a cigarette, frowning when he saw you take a seat opposite him.

“Like catching bad guys,” he scowled, and despite the annoyed expression on his face, he still managed to be one of the most handsome men that you’d ever encountered. It wasn’t fair that he could be this much of an asshole, and be gorgeous on top of it, “doing actual work.”

“Huh,” you crossed your legs and leaned forwards, noting the way his dark eyes scanned your form, “that’s funny, because everyone here keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. It's all about perspective, right?”

"And what's your take on all of this?" he was playing it cool, putting his feet on his desk as he smoked and watched you with a searing intensity.

"That's yet to be fully determined," you confessed, leaning back and playing at being just as relaxed as him. Your heart was thumping wildly around your ribcage as you sized him up and he did the same. You weren't about to just give in to him, "I know you helped bring down Escobar, that you're determined to do the same with Calí, that you've fucked your way through half of Colombia, and you're an asshole in every sense of the word. You haven't proven me wrong so far."

"Does that attitude get you far?" he took a particularly sharp drag of his cigarette before slowly exhaling.

"Its gotten me this far," you cocked your head to side and made tutted lightly, "if we're doing to work together, I'd appreciate a little respect."

"What do you mean?" and he laughed. The bastard had the audacity to laugh at you, "in your dreams, kid. This is a real job, and what are you doing? Playing pretend?"

"First of all," you resorted to pulling out a card from your purse and tossing it at him, "I'm from DEA in LA, and I've been working in Mexico. I look young, sure, but if you think you're going to disrespect me because of that, then you've got another thing coming. I'm here to help you finish this once and for all. You can take my help or I can go back to LA and watch you crash and burn. Its your call, Peña."

He pursed his lips as he looked over your card, surprised by your stubborn determination and also pleased by it. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you watched him, trying to anticipate any move he could make.

"Fine," he held your card between his fingers before crumbling it and tossing it into his trash can, "welcome to the team, junior agent. One fuck up and you're on the first plane back to LA."

"Deal."

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"Fuck, fuck - Javi," his name was a rushed, reverent plea as your arms wrapped around his neck, "yes, right there!"

You could practically feel him smirking against your skin as he pressed kisses all over your neck and collarbones, making it a point to leave to nip at the delicate skin. He wanted to leave marks, wanted the world to know you were his.

You were currently in his lap, on the couch in his apartment. You'd come over for dinner and a drink, telling him that you couldn't stay - shouldn't - but one thing had led to another and here you were. You were lost in him as he fucked the life out of you.

Again. It was supposed to be a one time thing. Both of you had agreed. And...that had been months ago. One night had turned into two and then three and then...many more.

From reckless and clandestine affairs in his office or in the closets around the building, to an exclusive relationship, to...whatever this was. Neither of you had ever placed a real label on it, but it was something. Perhaps it didn't even need a label - you were just and he was yours. That was good enough for you.

"Feel so fucking good, Dulzura," he groaned as he reached down to rub gentle circles on your clit, causing you to mewl in his ear, "so perfect."

"Javier," you burrowed your face into his neck as your walls clenched around him, and he closed his eyes as he started to stutter in just thrusts, "so close. Please, baby…"

"Let go," his voice was low and dark in your arms as you felt the grip of your orgasm wash over you. His cock twitched as your walls hugged him and he soon followed as he slipped inside of you, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, "fuck."

"Javi," you couldn't help but laugh lightly as you carded a hand through his dark locks. Pulling back, you beamed at him before gently kissing his swollen lips, "I really had only intended to come for dinner and a drink."

"What happened?" He smiled as he brushed a few stray locks out of your face before kissing you slowly, deeply. He might not have been the best with words, but he always seemed to be able to convey his feelings with his actions. You shrugged innocently before slowly moving out of his lap, already missing the feeling of him inside you.

"I don't know…" you grabbed a cigarette from his pack on the table and lit it up as you laid back and watched him, "there's a certain DEA agent that can be very convincing. And he's handsome and charming, even if he's an asshole sometimes. But I can't get him out of my mind."

"Very funny, Dulzura," he stood up and pulled on his boxers as he drank in the sight of you in your naked, post coital bliss. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading into the kitchen, "beer?"

"Ahh, that drink I was promised," you leaned your head back and watched as he opened the fridge with a smirk on his face as he shook his head, "at least you keep true to your word."

He laughed, warm hearty thing before coming back over and sitting down, lifting your legs up and placing them in his lap before handing you a bottle. Taking one last drag from your cigarette, you quickly stubbed it out before taking a drink from the beer. It wasn't anything special, just the cheap local kind, but somehow, enjoying a cold one with your lover made it that much better.

"What?" you'd caught Javier staring at you several times, his brows knitted in his concentration as he aimlessly traced over your skin. Nudging him gently with your leg, you tried to capture his attention, "hey, Javi. What's wrong? You're thinking too loudly."

"Why are you here, kid?" there was an odd look of self doubt in his features as his eyes bore into yours. You set your bottle down before leaning up and moving so you could reposition yourself in his lap.

"Are you having second thoughts?" you took his bottle and set it next to your before taking his face in your hands, "Javier, you know why I'm here. You don't have to say it and I won't say it if you don't want me to."

"Its for cheap beer, huh?" he asked before you broke into a fit of giggles and peppered gentle kisses all over his face. He liked this, he'd realized some time ago, how gentle and soft you were, how you took time to make him feel good - feel loved. It was almost entirely foreign and at first the odd mixture of feelings had hit him like a truck and caused him to panic; but it soon quickly dawned on him what it was. While he was terrified, he didn't want to fight it. Not now, not with you.

"Yes, Javier Peña, its for the cheap beer," you whispered against his lips, "I-I love cheap beer. I'm in love with it."

And just like his mind meant reeling, and he felt a flush of warmth was over his entire being. But he looked back at you, with a fierce determination, his eyes still managing to be soft as they crinkled in the corners just the way you liked.

"I...I'm in love with it too," he whispered after a moments of saccharine bliss as you had continued to kiss him, scratching at his scalp just the way he liked, "fuck - I'm in love with you."

"Javier," you beamed at him, fighting off every worry, every fear with the smile that seemed to light up his soul, "too far. I was literally just talking about the beer."

"Fuck off," he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist and standing up, causing to you to laugh. He started walking down the hall, taking care not to drop you, eagerly heading for his bedroom, as you held onto him for dear life but continued to kiss him.

"What are you up to?" you whispered in his ear just before he gently tossed you onto his bed. You crawled up towards the headboard, grinning at him as he tugged off his boxers again.

"I was going to make love to you," he had a calm air about him before he moved to loom over your body, "but now I'm thinking you're too much of a brat for that."

"Why not both?" you teased as you pulled him down to your lips, "both is good."

"You'll be in this bed all night."

"And then you better get started."

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years

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A Life For A Life - Chapter 3

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A/N: It took me a while to circle back to this one, but on the bright side, I’ve written ahead so the next two chapters or so should follow shortly after this one! :)

Prompt by @local-space-case: Prince Roman and his two loyal friends, Patton and Logan, are on the hunt for a dragon. Meanwhile, Dragonshifter!Janus is just trying to find the right herbs to cure a sick/injured Dragonshifter!Virgil. Bonus points for Anxciet and/or Protective Remus.

Word Count: 2006

Chapter warnings: Romantic relationships, Mentions of killing, Mentions of blood, Mentions of death/dying, Injuries, Poisoning (Let me know if you’d like me to add anything!)

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“By all standards, sire, I cannot recommend this course of action.” Logan stated, noting the frustration in the prince's eyes as he paced the cave's entrance. “There are far too many unknown variables involved here for me to conclude this is a safe course of action.”

“We can't just leave now, Logan.” Roman growled through gritted teeth as he gestured to the dark opening into the earth. “The beast was ours to take.”

“We are forbidden from entering the tunnels, my prince. They are far too dangerous.”

Roman let out a groan, looking helplessly at Logan's stern expression. “This journey is meant to prove that I am worthy of ascending to the crown. What kind of king would I be if I turned tail and ran at the very first sign of trouble?”

“A living one, Roman.” Logan sighed as gestured toward Roman. “This trial is not merely meant to challenge your physical strength but your wisdom as well. Your bravery is admirable, but your safety should be your first priority.”

“You said yourself the beast is unlikely to keep moving for much longer.” Roman pleaded, moving towards Logan. “More than likely all we need to do is retrieve our trophy. I'd wager we'd be in and out in under an hour.”

“I'm not so certain, your highness.” Logan whispered as he raised a finger to his jaw, pondering the situation. “Something has changed for the creature in the last stretch of the journey.”

Roman paused. His gaze lingered on Logan for a moment before following the man's gaze to the trampled undergrowth leading to the cave. “What do you mean?”

“At the last point where the creature has stopped to rest, blood had pooled on the ground.” Logan mused as he pointed to the trampled underbrush along their path. “I see no trace of blood here and I believe it is self-evident it is unusual that the trail seemed to end there.”

“How could that be?”

“I am uncertain.” Logan let out a breath, straightening his glasses. “But to me, this indicates there is even more reason not to interfere with forces unknown.”

Roman took in the look on Logan’s face for a moment before turning to the cave in frustration. “I know you’re right, but the beast cannot have healed itself. We may not know everything we are facing, but surely it is a simpler task than starting over.”

“Your safety is paramount, Roman.” Logan's gaze dropped and he crossed his arm across his chest. “We have to act rationally.”

“You have to be as disappointed as I am, Logan.” Roman interrupted with growing desperation. “Finding another feat to prove my worth could take weeks or months.”

“I know.”

“Logan—"

“It is still preferable to witnessing your death, Prince Roman.”

Roman paused. Logan's words felt ice-cold as the man’s empty stare remained trained on the ground.

“I cannot lose you." Logan continued. His muscles went limp with surrender as his façade dropped. “That would be a far worse outcome than needing to remain patient for the right opportunity.”

“Logan—” Roman dropped his voice to a whisper as he stepped toward the man. “—None of the feats that would satisfy the court of my competency are without risk.”

“Everything we encounter above ground is a calculated risk,” Logan clung to his reasoning, even as it slipped through his fingers. “but the underground of the forest is home to the most dangerous creatures in the world. Magical creatures, Roman.”

“Well, that’s why I have you, right?”

Logan’s eyes tipped to meet Roman's soft smile and his resolution to stop the prince faltered.

“If my strength fails, we still have your magic." Roman whispered with a smile. “Right. Lo?”

Logan’s heart fluttered, weak to the adoring glimmer in Roman’s eye as the prince caught Logan’s waist.

“I do believe it goes against the rules for me to help you accomplish your task.”

“I'm not asking you to help me cheat,” Roman reassured him, raising a hand to Logan’s cheek. “but if events take a turn and I'm unable to complete my task, you can get us out safely. Right?”

“You’re right. Strictly speaking, it is not against regulation for me to assist you in fleeing a failed task.”

Roman let out a soft breath as Logan leaned into his hand. “Then what are we risking, aside from a chance for me to give you your ‘happily ever after' a bit sooner?”

“Roman, your task is meant to be solitary.”

“My task is meant to show that the country’s leadership is in capable hands.” Roman whispered bringing Logan’s knuckles to his lips. “You are my strength, Logan. I would have to be a fool to ignore that.”

Logan felt a redness dust his cheeks as Roman’s fingers curled into his own.

“You are my shining starlight and I am so deeply in love with you that the rest of the world looks dull in comparison.” Roman breathed as he admired the subtle beauty of Logan’s smile. “I want to shower you with affection from the moment you open your eyes until you fall asleep in my arms at night. Hiding behind formality—Not being allowed to court you until I finish this trial—It's tearing me apart.”

“Roman, you are too good to me.” Logan whispered as the prince pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I do believe we just covered that I am not able to be good enough to you.”

Logan smiled at the prince’s chuckling. “That is not the issue. You are simply restricted by your position.”

Roman smirked as he brushed Logan’s soft hair out of his eyes. “Does that mean you’ll allow me the opportunity to ease the burden of our restrictions?”

“I'll follow you anywhere, Roman. If this is what you choose to do, you’ll have my support.”

“Good,” Roman let out a breathy laugh as he peeked over Logan’s shoulder at Patton's exasperated expression. “I'd kiss you right now, but I do believe your brother may consider regicide if I do.”

“No, my Cain instinct is much stronger than th—"

“He wouldn’t—” Logan hissed, hushing Patton with a glare.

Patton pursed his lips and stuck his tongue out at Logan.

“Patton, I swear—”

“Lo, relax.” Roman laughed, carefully catching Logan’s arm as he turned to scold Patton. “He's right. We have dragged him across half the countryside without considering his opinion.”

“It is his job.”

Roman grip on Logan’s softened as he glanced between Logan and Patton. “Job or not, Patton is more than an attendant. He's my future brother-in-law."

Logan blinked at Roman before letting out a reluctant sigh and shifting his gaze to Patton.

“You’re right.” Logan paused as Patton raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Patton, I’m sorry. This journey should have been a chance for you to know Roman outside of all the politics and I've been wasting that opportunity. Forgive me?”

Patton smirked as Logan extended him a figurative olive branch. “Only if you accept that when I meet my future husband, I get to be as disgustingly cute as you.”

Logan couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh and shaking his head. “Deal.”

Instead of taking Logan’s hand Patton swept his older brother into a tight hug, squeezing around his waist. Logan relaxed as Patton hugged him tightly. His irritation melted away as his chest warmed with the realization that he had the two people he loved most on either side of him.

“Patton, this is going to be dangerous. If you want to wait for us here—”

“Not a chance you’re leaving me behind now.” Patton whispered as he raised his head from Logan’s shoulder, covertly wiping away a tear that threatened to fall from his eye. “This is my last chance to torment you before I have to start calling you ‘your highness’. I have to make every minute count.”

Logan smiled, glad to have Patton close as they started on the next leg of their journey. “You never have to change, Patton.”

“Thanks, Lolo.”

Roman smiled, stepping toward them as he gazed into the deep void of the cave opening. “Then, it's decided. The poison should be taking effect right about now. If we’re lucky, the beast will be dead by sundown and we'll be on out way home.”

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“Virgil!”

Janus felt his heart drop as he stumbled to catch his lover’s arm. Virgil’s knees had buckled a half dozen times in the last hour and Janus was aching with the tension from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“I don’t understand. The bleeding’s stopped.” Janus let loose a string of draconic curses, feeling his scales burning with rage as he adjusted his arm to support Virgil. “Your condition should be improving—”

Virgil’s lip curled in sympathy as he forced a raspy whisper past his aching throat. “Jan, you know why—”

“Don’t speak.” Janus interrupted, immediately feeling regret twist in his stomach as Virgil’s grip tightened on his arm. His soft, fingertips felt cold on Janus' skin. “You need to save your energy.”

“The game's up, Jan.” Virgil started forcefully, blinking up into Janus’ amber, slit-like eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “We got deeper into the mountain than I ever thought we would, but it’s time.”

“Don’t you dare give up on m—”

“I'm dying, Jan.” Virgil spat out, stopping Janus in his tracks. “I’m dying and I don't want to die running.”

Janus felt a lump in his throat as his heart sank in his chest. “Virgil—”

“If I’m not going to die in the open air, at least give me the dignity of dying in your arms.” Virgil pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. “Don’t let me die cold.”

Janus head spun around as a loud, sound of rocks tumbling in the narrow twists of the caves behind them signaled their hunters closing in, a few minutes behind them at most.

“Please, Jan.”

The sound of Virgil’s broken voice made Janus weak. He couldn’t deny Virgil’s pleas, not when their last moments together may be approaching.

“It's going to be okay, Virgil.”

Janus' held Virgil close as his nostrils flared with a sudden heat. His lips curled into a snarl, face elongating into his more draconic features. His teeth hardened into sharpened points, stronger than steel. The bones of his ears stretched out over his shifting bones like webbing over a bat's wings. Finally, after a moment’s shift he could feel his wings extend behind him.

The subtle stretch of his delicate wings gave him a momentary sense of relief as he curled his long tail around Virgil’s limp form. Though still in between his humanoid form and his true dragon form, he felt immediately more at ease with his body.

“Hurry, please.”

Virgil’s voice was barely audible over Janus breathing but he immediately locked on to Virgil’s arm, covering his lover with his wing as a blazing, hot flame erupted from his throat. The bright light decorated the halls with moving flashes of orange and yellow dancing on the wall and when Janus finally pulled back a hot pile of glowing embers surrounded him and Virgil.

“Virgil?” Janus whispered as he tipped his wing up to look down at Virgil.

“It's perfect.”

Janus bit back a sob as Virgil’s hand dropped from his chest. He lowered them both to the ground, feeling his lover’s life leaving his body with each new breath. Orange light illuminated Janus’ face from the glowing embers below, dancing like gems in Janus’ glistening amber eyes.

“I love you, Virgil.”

“I love you to, Jan. You’re all I ever needed.”

Janus’ tail curled around Virgil as he completed his transformation. His long talons dug into the ground as his body circled Virgil, creating a comfortable nest for his lover to rest in peace. He let out a long breath as he watched Virgil’s eyes close comfortably before his fully transformed dragon head turned toward the sound of the humans approaching.

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Relationship Rescue

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: Y/N and Adam’s relationship has been a bit rocky the past few days, and when Y/N gets trapped, and Adam is her only life-line, they’re forced to talk about the issues that have split them up

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death and bombings

Word Count: 1,362 Words

“Still not talking to Adam?” Kim asked me as I made my way up the stairs and into the bullpen.

“What gave it away?” I question and set my things down on my desk.

“You’ve both been skirting around each other all week. Why don’t you just talk to him and fix whatever’s wrong?” Kim suggested.

“There’s nothing to fix. We just fell apart,” I lie.

“Y/N,” Kim started.

“Kim, just drop it. Please,” I beg. Kim sighed, but nodded and took a seat at her desk, which was right in front of mine. Just as she did, Jay ran up the stairs.

“Guys, we’ve got a bombing downtown. Voight wants everyone to roll on it,” Jay informed us.

“We’re right behind you,” I say and grab my things. Kim followed me down to the parking lot, and we climbed into my car before speeding off to the scene. When we arrived, I saw that the rest of the team was already there, including Adam. We gathered in a circle, and I took up a position between Hailey and Kevin, strapping on my vest as Voight began to talk.

“Okay. We’ve got the area taped off and have a perimeter set up. A witness said she saw a boy, 19, maybe 20, with blonde hair drop off a backpack a minute or two before the bomb went off. He was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I want you all to spread out, case the area, see if we can find this prick. Lets go,” Voight ordered.

“I’m going to go this way,” I tell Kim and nod towards the building that had been hit by a bomb.

“Be careful,” Kim exclaimed as I walked off. My eyes scanned the area as I approached the building, but at the moment, I didn’t see anyone. However, that all changed when a man fitting our description peaked out from the building that was hit. He seemed to be taking in the area, almost like he was admiring how much damage he had caused. Yeah, this was definitely our guy.

“Hey! Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!” I shout at the kid. As soon as the boy saw me, he turned around and took off further into the building. “Son of a bitch,” I mumble and chase after him. I vaulted over the wall of debris at the entrance of the property and continued my chase, following the boy as he turned down new corners. After about a minute, we came to an area that had been hit pretty hard by the bomb. The ceiling was cracking, and rubble was lying everywhere, but I ignored it and continued running. That’s when the boy ran through a doorway and slammed the door behind him. At the same time, I heard a boom echo from outside, causing the whole room to shake. A loud crack hit my ears, and I looked up just as the ceiling began to break away and fall down on top of me. I dropped to the floor, crawled under a desk, placed my head between my knees, and covered my head with my arms as the rocks rained down on top of me.

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My whole body ached, and I could already tell that multiple bruises would be forming on my skin later. I was trapped in a pocket under a huge pile of cement, and while the desk had protected me a bit and allowed me some room, there was no way out. I rubbed the dust from my eyes and glanced around, hoping to spot something that could help me, and that’s when my eyes landed on my radio. I reached out and snatched it off the ground, holding it up to my lips.

“This is 5021 Victor. Can anyone hear me?” I ask into the device. When no one responded, I groaned and smacked the side of it. “Come on. Come on!” After smacking the radio, I held it up to my lips again. “This is 5021 Victor. Does anyone copy?” The radio emitted a static noise, but immediately after, someone began to talk.

“Y/N? Is that you? What’s going on?” Adam questioned.

“Adam, thank god! I was chasing the kid when the second bomb went off, and now I’m trapped. I can’t get out,” I explain.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Adam quizzed.

“No. I don’t think so,” I reply.

“Okay. Good. The fire department is arriving now. Tell me where you are,” Adam instructed.

“Uh, I’m not quite sure. I ran into the building and chased the kid towards the back. I’m in some sort of office room. There’s desks in here,” I recall. For the next few minutes, there was nothing but silence between us, and it got a bit awkward.

“Y/N? You still there?” Adam asked.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m still here.”

“You doing okay?” Adam questioned.

“Things could be better. I feel like I’m going to run out of oxygen soon, even though I know I’m fine, but I’m still kind of freaking out,” I confess.

“Hey. Everything’s going to be fine. Just think about happier memories. Think about us,” Adam suggested.

“Thinking about you doesn’t make me feel calm! We haven’t talked in days,” I exclaim.

“And how is that my fault?” Adam argued.

“How is it not your fault?!” I counter. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, and whenever I tried to talk to you, you’d brush me off. You’ve been distant, Adam. And if you don’t want to be with me anymore, fine. But you could at least give me a heads up and say to my face that you want to break up.”

“That’s not why I’ve been ignoring you,” Adam admitted. “I’m just going through some stuff right now. After my CI got killed last week, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything: You, my job, life.”

“Then why didn’t you just tell me that? I would’ve given you space if you needed it,” I say.

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to burden you with my problems,” Adam stated. Another minute or two passed without either of us saying a word, and just before I could say something, Adam beat me to it. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” I murmur and clutch the radio tightly in my hands. Just then, a few of the rocks in front of me started moving, and I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Seconds later, one of the rocks was removed from the pile, allowing some light to flow into my cramped space.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kelly Severide announced and looked through the hole. “You doing okay in there?”

“Yeah. Just get me out of here,” I tell him.

Kelly chuckled, but nodded. “Will do. Give us a minute.” Slowly, the rocks piled in front of me began to disappear, creating a bigger and bigger hole. Soon, the hole was large enough for me to crawl out of, and when a hand reached down to help me out, I grasped it and let the person pull me out of the rock rile. Right as I was free from my temporary prison, I was pulled into a hug. The feeling of being against the person’s chest was very comforting and familiar, and I knew right away that it was Adam.

“I’m so sorry,” Adam mumbled and placed a kiss on top of my head.

“For what?” I quiz.

“For being distant. I should’ve just talked to you. And if you don’t mind, after we get you checked out at Med, and finish up with work, I’d like to head home with you. We could watch some stupid movies, or just relax,” Adam suggested.

I smiled and looked up at him. “Relaxing sounds great. I just want to get home, take a quick shower, and head to bed.”

“That plan sounds amazing. Come on. Lets get out of here,” Adam spoke and laced his fingers with mine. And with that, the two of us left the building with our relationship in tact, and all it took was for me to be in need of a rescue to save it.

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goldinavonlea · 3 years

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So let’s talk about Prissy Andrews and That Scene.

What I’m fascinated by with Prissy’s storyline the first two seasons is that it’s almost an anti-coming-of-age tale and you don’t (or at least I didn’t) realise quite what they were doing or how well they were doing it until the scene where she runs out of the wedding.

Right from the off Prissy is framed apart from the other girls. One of the first things Diana says to Anne on her first day of school is that they can sit together because “Jane and Ruby may sit together, now that Prissy’s studying for Queen’s academy entrance exams and needs to sit with the older students.”. Notably however we never really see any of these supposed other Queen’s prospectives, certainly not in any detail. Prissy sits at the back of the class, she’s taller than the other girls, she looks older, and we almost never see her specifically with the other girls.

Our first real introduction to her is when Diana and Anne see her and Phillips through the supply room window. Now when Anne asks if they’re married, Diana does respond “Of course not! She’s a student and he’s old”, but the real impact of that age gap is overshadowed both by how Diana’s line is played—there’s a childishness to it, she says old like she means ancient when he clearly isn’t, the same sort of way that as a small child your friends’ older siblings seem like Grown Ups even when they’re definitely not—and by Anne’s immediate following comment of “They must be making a baby” which again they very clearly aren’t. The scene isn’t really about Prissy and Phillips—it’s about Anne and Diana’s innocence, and a clear set up for how the limits of that innocence in Anne compared to her peers are going to get her into trouble. Even the way we see them—blurred through the window, the most obviously charged moment a shot of their hands that excludes their faces—is nebulous, unsharp, tinged with the childlike comprehension of the scene that Anne and Diana have. The way the scene is framed and where the focus is draws attention away from what’s happening: an adult man in a position of authority is conducting a romantic (or supposedly romantic) relationship with a teenage student.

The visual indicators we see of her youth—the shorter dresses and pinafores, the hair worn down—are things which are used consistently through the show, so we Know, but they also don’t resonate to the modern audience with the immediacy they would at the time. We see as viewers that young girls wear their hair down and adult women wear their’s up, but we don’t immediate see Prissy wearing her hair down and think ‘This is obviously a child’ because that’s not the case in the modern world.

Throughout both the first and second seasons the majority of the interactions we witness Prissy having are with adults, and though these are clearly not equal interactions—between her mother and her, between her and Phillips—the fact that these adults are the people we see her interacting with frames her subconsciously in the minds of the viewers as one of them. Even in the scene between Prissy and her mother Prissy is clearly the taller of the two—all of these things which despite our again Knowing that she isn’t suggest that even if she’s not quite on the same level as, in the same position of power as, these adults we see her interacting with, she is closer to being one of them than she is one of the other girls.

Which is precisely how Prissy sees herself: “not a child”.

And because of all this careful positioning I think we, as an audience, kind of buy it. We’re placed into that sort of dazed, half-cognisant view of the situation that Diana and Anne have through the window: of course we know that it’s ENTIRELY not alright for an adult teacher to be pursuing a student, a child, romantically (’romantically’ in descriptor only: it’s not romantic, obviously, its horrific and predatory), but we’re prevented from ever really feeling the full horror of it because we never really see Prissy as a child.

Until. UNTIL that moment at the end of the aisle where she starts to look around. We see a shot of her face, then a shot of Anne. A shot of her face, and then a shot of Diana and Minnie May. A shot of her face, and then a shot of her mother’s. She’s stood there in this elaborate grown-up wedding dress with her hair all up at the end of the church aisle, and it’s in that EXACT moment that the full-fledged wrongness of the whole situation is truly presented to us as viewers. She looks at this audience, at these people, looks at Anne and Diana, and at her mother, and realises herself which of those two groups she belongs too. Suddenly there’s something almost grotesquely farcical about the wedding dress, the hair—it looks wrong, she looks like she doesn’t know how she got there. It isn’t until she’s right there at the end of the aisle that the show really, violently hits us with the appallingness of the situation—she’s vulnerable, frightened, and being married off to an adult man who was able to manipulate her because he had power over her and it hits us exactly when it hits Prissy.

When she runs out of the church it isn’t any of the adults who follow her: it’s the other girls. And then we get those fantastic shots of them all running through the snow—all these bright, candy-coloured girls running after Prissy who’s stumbling through the snow in her mother’s veil and a dress she has to hike up because it’s so long (too long for her—she shouldn’t be in that dress, she’s not ready for it), a dress you don’t realise is actually just a little off-white until it’s contrasted against not just the snow but her bright white petticoats. The white of a wedding dress is supposed to represent purity, innocence, and the contrast here of the dress itself and the petticoats—the cloak of greater experience, of age, even perhaps of complicity in the situation over this underlayer of absolute innocence and youth and vulnerability (costume designer marry me when?)—it’s all this sort of horrifying realisation, this sudden sharp sharp focus of how Not At All Okay this situation has been the entire time as she falls over and collapses into the snow, the other girls gathering round her.

And then she sits up and you realise she’s laughing.

That’s the anti-coming of age moment. That’s the first moment that we’re encouraged to really look at Prissy and go ‘She’s a child’. We’re given all the moments before of that We Know This Isn’t Right feeling that never quite materialises fully, that awful sick horror in the church, this huge sadness for her as she’s running through the snow, but then this sudden glorious, boundless, childlike joy as she starts laughing with the other girls—suddenly they are the other girls, suddenly she is entirely, obviously one of them—as she throws her arms up in the air, and the other girls link arms around her, literally gather her into her circle, start dancing around her.

Prissy Andrews, in a dress that’s too long for her, that suddenly looks like a costume, giggling with friends, dancing in the snow, miraculously and finally a child.

There’s something almost painfully miraculous about it: this girl who was so nearly lured into adulthood much too soon finding joy and fulfilment and the hope and possibility of a future not in becoming an adult, but in reclaiming her childhood—not in growing up, really, but in growing back down again and finding friends waiting for her with open arms and excitement and a love that doesn’t ask her to give up anything at all.

Prissy Andrews, ‘a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free’.

#anne with an e #awae #prissy andrews

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The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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OMG WAIT I MEANT 74 not 17 i’m so sorry

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

smut masterlist.

“bro, have you heard from y/n? i sent her an email about a couple dates we’ve got coming up but she hasn’t replied,” grayson addressed him brother about the whereabouts of you, their assistant. after not hearing from you for a few hours, he was beginning to worry.

he quite frankly didn’t care about the dates, the overloading schedule or the work you were paid to do, he just needed peacr at mind to know if you were ok. he cared for you more than he liked to admit aloud. some call it love, but you were their assistant and he had to keep it strictly professional for the sake of his business.

“yeah, she phoned in sick. bro, he cheated on her, again,” ethan rolled his eyes at the mention of your boyfriend- well ex boyfriend. a man both twins disapproved of almost immediately after you introduced him to them. they were good judges of character and max, the spawn of satan in grayson’s eyes, failed the test the minute he stepped foot into their home.

grayson took a deeper hatredto max than ethan did. yes he was extremely jealous, but you also deserved to be treated like the queen you were and max certainly did not fit those standards. hell, grayson was starting to question if he even did. you needed him more than ever right now and there he was spamming your inbox with more work you certainly weren’t in the right frame of mind to deal with.

without even responding to his brother, grayson took off in hurry and headed straight to your apartment, blood boiling and body tense. a drive he had driven many a times before but tonight held a completely different meaning. he knew it was wrong, an invasion of privacy , but he was so concerned about you, that he used the key you gave him for emergencies to let himself in. your broken heart was the biggest emergency he could ever imagine. you needed him. he needed you.

“y/n! you in here?” graysons pushes the your front door open with slight force, desperate to see you and comfort you in his arms. his heart broke at the sight of you bundled up on the sofa, surrounded by snotty tissues and empty food wrappers you used to eat your feelings away. you looked a mess, a broken shell of a human, however, you had never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

“angel-”

“gray? what are you doing here.. i saw your emails, i-i promise im not ignoring you, i just-”

“y/n, its ok. ethan told me what happened and i just needed to see if you were alright,” you immediately tried to make yourself look presentable in front of your boss. even though it was no use, to far gone, you always wanted to look the best for grayson- in prayers he would find you as attractive as you found him.

“i know you never liked him always. i guess this is an i told you so?” you tried to lighten the mood like you always did in uncomfortable situations- one thing grayson admired the most about you. you could sense just how pissed grayson was as he stood there with a tense jaw and clenched fists. was it wrong to find him sexy in that moment.

grayson took a seat next to you with caution, his hand subconsciously finding its place on your thigh and rubbing small comforting circles you never knew you needed until today. his touch held more of spark then anything with max during your entire relationship . you felt all your sadness suddenly wash away the minute grayson eyes burned into yours- and that’s when you knew you were in too deep.

the moment is peaceful, grayson laughs at your little joke but would never say the words ‘i told you so’, no matter how much he wanted to. you went though enough misery, he didn’t want to add to that. he wanted to save you from it. so instead, you simply bathed in the attention he was providing, your eyes holding his gaze as you soon felt yourself leaning in closer.

grayson’s body felt a gravitational pull towards you, unable to resist the urgers as he felt your hot breath fan over his face. his lips so close to your own, he could almost taste you. “y/n, i don’t wanna take advantage of you. you just got out of a serious relationship, as much as i want to i-“

“kiss me, grayson. please,” you whisper. pleading with the man of your dreams to take your heart and make it whole again. he made no effort to create a distance between you when he voiced his doubts, and that in turn had you crashing your lips together in a heated, desperate make out.

grayson grew more confident the more you kiss. already addicted to the taste of your lips as he gradually lowers his body down to hover over your own. staring down at you like a kid on christmas opening his most wished for gift. you could sense the uncertainty in his eyes whenever he would pull away and admire you. taking in the moment of finally having you. it warmed your heart at how gentle he was being, how attentive and soft. something you had been deprived off in your previous relationship.

“gray, i want this,” your hands connect around his neck to bring his head down and meet your lips once again. needing him more in the moment, that nothing else in the world truly mattered. in seconds you’re both stripped of your clothes, panting and whimpering with each other as grayson’s hand danced over your thighs. spreading your legs and admiring the glimmering sight of your slick pussy. it was prettier than he had ever imagined.

“i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”, his words held meaning, all his pent up anger and emotion towards your failed relationship coming out as he does just that. rubbing the tip of throbbing dick around your hole, before slowly pushing in and allowing you to adjust to his size.

he was bigger than max that’s for sure. he had more girth and certainly knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a lady. grayson hit all the right spots you never knew existsed inside your own body, his penis hitting lengths deep inside you that had your toes curling and nails digging into the delicate skin of his back.

“fuck, gray. faster, faster, ahh,” you throw your head back in utter euphoria. grayson bouncing off your moans and sexual energy as he pulled out briefly to tease you, before thrusting so hard into your folds that it had you jolting into his body. his hands held dominance on your hips, sure to leave bruising and mark his territory.

“you like this huh, mama. i bet he never made you cum, bet he never had you screaming, had you squirting and shaking like the little slut you are.”

this was a completely different and new side to grayson you had ever seen. the way his skin was slapping aggressively against your own, his balls hitting the curve of your arse with each and every thrust. his words- his filthy mouthwateringly pleasurable words had you on the very brink of the best orgasm of your life.

“tell me who’s pussy this belongs to,” grayson growls through gritted teeth. bringing a hand down to slap at the bud of your clit and rub at the sensitive area. it worked wonders in bringing you closer to cream around his dick.

“tell me, y/n or i stop.”

“yours! it’s yours, gray- shit,” you extend your head agasint the couch with a hearty moan. the feeling in your stomach so intense it has your body squirming under him. a fucked out sight he engraved in his memory.

“call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” grayson never intended to go soft in such an intimate moment. he wanted to keep up the dominant act to please you, to show you what you had been missing out on and could very well have at the click of your fingers. but at the way you looked so wrecked from his motions, reacting to his cock and clenching around him, fitting in every inch he had to offer, had him falling in love with you a thousand times over.

“i love you- fuck, i love you, gray,” your confession brings him to a suddent hault. his penis stopping still buried inside your folds as he stared down at you with disbelief. was he dreaming? was this just another figment of his imagine? he was stunned. speechless. motionless.

“i mean it, grayson. i know i-i shouldn’t, but i love you. it’s you, it’s always been you.” overcome with such confidence, you bring your shaky hand up to brush the pad of your thumb against his delicate cheek. melting under him as you witness the biggest and brightest smile you had ever seen on such a beautiful man. a work of art.

the moment couldn’t have been more intimate. your body’s conjoined together, holding each other close and breaking the professional boundaries that were long forgotten. it was you and grayson, how it always should have been and will be till the end of time.

“i love you, baby. more than you’ll ever realise,” grayson leans down to kiss you. a smug feeling knowing he can now whenever he wanted to without reason, he could display his love for you without having to hide his true feelings. he feels your walls pulsating are around him as he made love to you. making him forget all about the life changing moment of your confession and continuing to fuck your tight cunt and show you that you made the right decision in falling in love with grayson dolan.

“now, let me show you what a real man feels like, baby. not gonna stop till i got you squirting around my dick a milliont times. we got some making up to do.”

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Chapter 4 of 27: Potions

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

CHAPTER 3

A/N: I’m blown away by how many people have started reading my fic. Thank you all so much <3

Words: 3550 Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!Reader, post-war Warnings: mentions of sex, references to trauma in the form of nightmares

The moments you and Malfoy shared on the Quidditch field that Saturday night kept replaying in your head for weeks. It’s beneath you. The sentence had stuck with you. You knew he was right about it. Ron Weasley didn’t deserve any more of your attention. However, it seemed impossible to get rid of the anger that filled you every time you saw him.

You spent so many days together and never wanted to fall for him – no, you tried to stay away when he first approached you, feeling it was not right. Hermione was your friend and you knew, this behavior would hurt her. But he wouldn’t stop trying to get you to go out with him and before you knew it, he teared down all the walls you had so carefully built around yourself. It was the first time in a long while that you felt like a normal teenager and just when you started to trust him and the first feelings started to blossom – he turned away, acting like your time together never happened. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. And who was Malfoy to understand that?

You avoided Ron whenever possible, keeping yourself busy with schoolwork and Quidditch. For the first time ever you joined the team and it turned out to be an amazing decision as it took your mind of things. Things mainly being Ron or Malfoy.

You watched Malfoy during meals out of the corner of your eyes. He usually sat together with Zabini, Parkinson and Nott, listening to them but not joining in the conversations apart from the occasional smile or remark. In class, he sat in the back, working quietly on his own. Sometimes you passed him in the hallways or the library and then you noticed him writing in the black notebook over and over.

A strange fascination kept drawing your attention towards the young man. He was not the Malfoy you grew accustomed to over the years – no more stupid fights or devious pranks. A lot less mean remarks and insults. Of course you knew the reason behind his change but it didn’t stop you from searching for his white blond hair in the crowds, wanting to watch him from afar.

You wondered about his life. He spoke about so many personal things that night. Although it was always with a sarcastic or cynical undertone, the painful honesty behind his words now sent shivers down your back when you thought about it. Yet, not once did you talk to him again afterwards – and he avoided you too as far as you could tell. At least, he always looked away when your eyes accidentally met from across the room, focusing on the book in front of him again. That notebook was another riddle. Although you already guessed what it was, you were curious nonetheless.

Soon the days grew colder and the leaves turned brown. Less time was spent outside, more and more did you find yourself huddled in front of the common room fireplace with a mug of hot tea and a good book. Hogwarts started to feel like home again. It was a slow process but each day the memories began to be replaced with new ones. Better ones. For some it was harder than for others. Ginny was one of them. She smiled and laughed loudly during the days but some nights were still difficult.

Tonight was one of them. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times as you needed a moment to fully wake up. Something startled you in your sleep. Then you heard someone tossing and turning – it came from Ginnys bed. You reached for your wand and whispered “Lumos”. Shining the light towards your friend, you saw her distorted facial expressions as her hands kept twitching. She was mumbling something you didn’t understand at first but then one word stood out – Fred.

You were up on your feet in seconds, kneeling next to her bed. “Ginny,” you softly touched her arm. “Ginny, wake up.”

Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her lips.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Just a nightmare.”

“I-I saw –,” she stuttered and looked at you, slowly realizing where she was. When she did however, she remembered about him as well. You saw what would happen next by the way her lips started to tremble and without hesitation pulled her into a hug. Tears were streaming down her face, quiet sobs shaking her whole body. You held her for minutes, stroking her back, wishing you could do something to ease her pain.

At some point Ginny let go of you, reaching for a tissue on her nightstand. “I’m sorry for waking you up,” she mumbled after cleaning her nose.

You smiled empathetically at her. “Don’t worry.”

She sighed, smiling back at you sadly before she started rummaging through the drawer. “Damn,” she pulled out an empty bottle.

“What is it?”, you asked.

“It helps me sleep,” she explained and added – after she saw your worried expression – with a chuckle: “It’s nothing addicting, don’t worry. It’s just … ugh, I knew I forgot something.” She let herself fall back against the pillow.

“Where do you normally get it from?” You looked at the small bottle. It didn’t look like she bought it somewhere. It looked handmade.

“Madame Pomfrey.”

You nodded, standing up to grab a robe. “I’ll get it.”

“No! Oh, Y/N, please don’t, I can manage,” Ginny tried to protest but you shook your head.

“It’s fine, really!”, you smiled at her.

“She’s probably asleep anyways.”

“She always has someone working the night shift. I’ll just grab that –,” you took the battle and put it in the pocket of your robe. “– and I’ll be right back.”

***

Hogwarts at night always felt a little creepy. Dark and long hallways, ghosts passing you by and that eerie silence … A shiver ran down your spine and you sped up a little, wanting to be back in bed as fast as possible.

The door to the hospital wing was open, illuminated by a glimmer of light coming from inside. Good, so someone was there. You slipped through the door and made your way towards the office of Madame Pomfrey.

“Come in,” she called when you knocked on the door.

She was turned away from you, her nose stuck in a book. To your surprise, she wasn’t the only one in the small office. In front of her desk stood no other than … Draco Malfoy.

“Oh.”

Malfoy didn’t look at you. “The healer that has worked for my family for decades said it’s alright,” he said with a pressed voice, directing it at Madame Pomfrey.

The woman sighed softly before she turned around. “Well, honey, your healer probably also gets paid by your family.”

“What that’s supposed to mean?”, Malfoy asked, sounding almost offended.

“Nothing,” she replied. “But I disagree with him. Although the medicine has no immediate side effects, prolonged and excessive use of it can make it stop working altogether. I believe, this wouldn’t help you very much either and –”

“I know, I know,” he interrupted her, clearly having had this talk before.

Madame Pomfrey continued talking in a stern voice: “I refilled your bottle twice during the past ten days – it says so in my book here and I keep very good track of all my patients – so I can’t give you anymore.” A sad smile appeared on her face. “I’m sorry, honey. I can however offer you this.“ She pulled a small cotton bag from one of the drawers. “It contains different herbs. Put it under your pillow and it’ll help you sleep.“

Malfoy hung his head, looking defeated and exhausted. „What about the … dreams?“

„I’m so sorry, honey, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”

With another sigh, he finally gave in and took the cotton bag. “Good night,” he muttered and left the room, without even glancing in your direction.

Feeling as if you had just witnessed something that wasn’t meant for you to see, you stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, waiting for the healer to speak.

“Poor boy,” she mumbled and shook her head with a sad expression. Then she looked at you: “What are you here for, dear?”

You took a step forward, holding up the bottle.

“Oh dear, this is really in demand tonight,” she took it from you.

So Malfoy was using the same medicine as Ginny? Interesting.

“It’s for Ginny Weasley,” you explained. “She’s not doing well tonight so I came to get it.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded, quickly glancing into her patient book. Then she disappeared behind a few shelves and came back with a fully filled bottle. “It’s been a while for her. I’m glad to see she’s needing less,” she said. “Give her my best. Good night, honey!”

“Good night,” you replied, smiling at her.

Stepping outside the office, you were surprised to see Malfoy leaning against the hospital wing doors. He looked nervous, shifting uncomfortably, drawing circles on the ground with his foot.

“You forget something?”, you asked when you reached him.

He looked at you for the first time, his eyes taking your pajamas and bathrobe. “Nice outfit,” he sneered.

“Have you looked in the mirror?”, you replied sarcastically, pushing the doors open. You referred to the sweatpants and the oversized shirt he was wearing, surprised someone like Malfoy even owned such clothes.

He followed you outside. “I was just –”, he began after a moment. “I wanted to make sure –”

“I haven’t met anyone on my way to Madame Pomfrey. She was alone in her office,” you interrupted him, guessing where this was going.

“Right,” Malfoy mumbled.

“Anything else?” You stopped by a large staircase. “I have to go up here.”

He shook his head. “No.” After a brief moment of hesitation, he added: “Good night, Y/L/N.”

You could hear the unspoken ‘thank you’ within those three words and sent him a very tired smile, just wanting to get back to bed. “Night, Malfoy.”

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You were the first to arrive at the Potions classroom and leaned against the cold stone wall with a yawn. It was the last class for today and you looked forward to going back to your room for a quick nap.

Ginny had fallen asleep quickly after you had brought her the medicine and so did you. Although, you had a restless night after that, waking up countless times from weird dreams. All of them featuring one specific person: Malfoy. The two of you walking through the Forbidden Forest, sitting in your childhood room, talking on the Astronomy Tower. Waking up confused and not feeling rested at all, you wondered what it meant. Why would you ever dream of him? Just because you talked a couple of times and you accidentally got involved in very personal situations? Just because you kissed once? Oh, the kiss – also a frequent visitor in your dreams. Not that it meant anything. He was an objectively good kisser, nothing more, nothing less.

“Y/N?”

You looked up when someone called your voice. Ron walked towards you, noticeably agitated.

“You have a couple minutes?”, he asked.

No, was your immediate thought. “Yes.”

“Good, good,” he looked behind himself, checking if anyone else was in the hallway, fiddling nervously with his hands. “It’s about Hermione.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What about her?”

“Well, I know you told Ginny about … us,” he started. “She screamed at me more than once for it.”

You suppressed a smile.

“Anyways, I was wondering … please don’t tell Hermione,” Ron finally managed to get out.

His request irritated you. “Don’t you think I would have told her by now if I wanted her to know?”

“I … No, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You know how girls are.”

“Excuse me?” There it was again – the all too familiar rage starting to form inside of you. “How are we girls?”

He sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just noticed you’ve been avoiding me ever since school started and Hermione even started questioning me about this and I’m afraid it’s some sort of plan of yours to … y’know, get back at me.”

“What the fuck, Ron! How manipulative do you think I am?”, you spat at him. “I don’t care about your stupid relationship and I’m not getting involved. I know it’s hard for you to comprehend but some people actually still have values and don’t treat their supposed friends like shit!”

“Treat you like shit?”, now he started to raise his voice as well. “When have I ever –”

You interrupted him: “Don’t act dumber than you are!”

His face slowly began to turn red. “I never once said we were anything serious!”

“You joked about us moving in together after school!”

“Yes, Y/N,” he hissed. “I joked about it.”

You started at him in disbelief. “You’re such a jerk.”

“And you’re … you’re … ugh,” he stammered, his face still glowing red. “It’s not like I don’t have any feelings for you! I had a huge crush on you but Hermione …” He crossed his arms. “I can’t have both and she’s …”

“No, you can’t,” you glared at him. “Now, get the fuck away from me.”

Ron clenched his teeth, not making any efforts to follow your demand. “You have to promise me you won’t tell her!”

This guy was unbelievable. “I don’t have to do anything!”

“Y/N, you have to –”

“Has your mother taught you no manners, Weasley?”, a sudden voice said behind him. Malfoy arrived at the classroom door, nonchalantly letting his bag slip from his shoulders and leaning against the wall across from you. “She wants you to leave her alone.”

Irritatedly, Ron looked at him. “Shut your mouth, Malfoy. I’m talking to Y/N!”

“No, you’re harassing her,” his voice was cold as ice. “So leave or you’ll regret it.”

Ron scoffed. “Yeah, right. What are you gonna do, Death Eater?”

“Mr. Weasley!” Professor Slughorn stood in the now open to the classroom, looking at the three of you in shock. “How dare you insult your fellow classmate like that?”

Ron’s eyes widened. “I’m … He provoked me, Professor!” He pointed a finger at Malfoy who raised his hand in a ‘I-don’t-know-what-he’s-talking-about’-gesture.

Slughorn shook his head in disappointment. “Mr. Weasley, you will come with me. You two”, he looked at you and Malfoy. “Class will start in ten minutes. You can come in once your classmates arrive.”

You nodded and Ron trotted inside, head hanging low. Then the door closed behind him. Turning towards Malfoy, he was watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Beneath you,” he mouthed silently.

Letting out a huff of air, you rolled your eyes. “I don’t need you to come to my rescue. Ever.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t come to your rescue though. I just can’t stand the sound of Weasleys voice.”

“Right,” you stood up straight.

Anger and disbelief were the only two emotions you felt in this moment. To think that just three months ago, you were head over heels falling for this boy – and now, he acted like such an idiot. Running around, completely disregarding the feelings of others. Your feelings. Your eyes began to burn and you swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from coming. He didn’t deserve any of that.

You could feel Malfoy still watching you. Thankfully, he stayed quiet.

Finally, the others arrived. Inside the classroom, you were met by an angry looking Ron. “Two weeks of detention,” he hissed when Harry sat down next to him. “For telling the truth about Malfoy! Can you believe it?!”

Serves you right, you thought.

“Open your book, page 124,” Slughorn announced when the students had settled down. “You’ll work on the assignment in pairs of two. Following pupils will work together: Miss Parkinson and Miss Granger …”

Before he could continue, both girls started to protest. He raised his hand. “No, you cannot switch. As we told you in the beginning of the school year, we will actively try to demolish the house rivalry. Making you work together is an important step towards this goal. So, let me continue, please. Mister Zabini and Mister Finnigan, Miss Weasley and Mister Nott, Mister Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N …”

Oh for gods sake. Did the universe desperately plotted to get the two of you to spend time together? Suppressing a groan, you grabbed your books, going over to Malfoys table at the back of the class.

Wordlessly, he grabbed his bag, removing it from the chair next to him.

“Seven years of not talking alone once and now I have to put up with you every second day.” You wanted the sentence to come out nicer than it did and mentally slapped yourself for sounding so mean.

Nevertheless, Malfoy nodded in agreement. “I’m just as thrilled about this as you are, Y/L/N.”

The two of you started working quietly and efficiently. Potions had always come easy to you, even when Snape used to be the teacher, and apparently, Malfoy seemed to be just as skilled.

“Did you tell anyone?”, you broke the silence suddenly while stirring the violet liquid inside the cauldron.

He quickly glanced at you. “If I did you would have noticed.”

Probably true.

“Did you?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

The two of you continued working for a while. You kept glancing at Malfoy, remembering the dreams from last night. A strange sense of curiosity formed inside of you. You watched him, the way he read the instructions carefully, mumbling to himself at times. Then suddenly your eyes began trailing off, wandering down to your lips. The moment in the storage room suddenly flashed before your eyes and without noticing, you licked over your own lips.

“Enjoying the view, Y/L/N?“

You realized in terror that Malfoy had stopped working and was now looking at you with an amused expression.

“No, what, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you uttered, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I know of the effect I can have on women.“

You snorted. „You’re awfully arrogant, Malfoy.“

„It’s the truth. Not even good Gryffindors such as yourself can resist the Malfoy charm,” he chuckled to himself.

“In your dreams, Malfoy.“

He didn’t reply to that but instead smirked at you, causing you to blush even more. “Don’t worry, my standards aren’t low enough for you.”

“Says the girl who slept with Weasley,” he had leaned in and whispered those words very close to your ear.

You knew no one could have possibly heard him but flinched nevertheless and lightly hit his arm. “Shh!”

Malfoy chuckled. “We’re done, Professor,” he then announced loudly and stepped back from the table.

Slughorn came over, taking a good look at your work. “Mhm, very well done,” he concluded after a moment. “You’ll receive an excellent mark for that. Well done! You can clean up and then start your homework assignment. Page 125.”

You smiled at the old man, happy about his praise and happy, that working together with Malfoy had been such an easy task,

“Anyways,” you began when the two of you had cleaned the table and stored everything away. “How’s that whole thing going?” You nodded towards the place where Astoria Greengrass was sitting.

Malfoy simply shrugged. “Every day I’m one step closer to go looking for a fake girlfriend.”

You snorted.

It was a strange feeling, having disliked Malfoy for so long and now being able to converse so easily. In your mind, you knew it would have been smarter to stay away, avoid him whenever possible. At least for your family that was the smarter approach. He had been a Death Eater and even though you’d never bring it up and strongly believed in second chances, his family still upheld these values. They still fought on the wrong side of the war. It disturbed you how effortlessly you had formed a connection with him.

You looked up from your book when you felt that strange sensation of someone staring at you. A little irritated, you searched the room with your eyes. It was Ron. The redhead was staring at you angrily from across the class and when you saw him like that, the weirdest thought popped into your head:

How mad would he be if I were to be Malfoys girlfriend?

It was a crazy thought, nothing you planned on taking seriously. But Ron admitted he had felt something for you. So how funny would it be to pretend you were dating his childhood enemy? Oh, he would be fuming.

You looked over to Malfoy who was scribbling on a piece of paper. No. No, this was too crazy. Right? Of course, it would be just for fun – just to get back at Ron. He even accused you of having some sort of plan to hurt him. You never considered yourself a person who was interested in revenge but this would be harmless. It wouldn’t even count as revenge. It would help Malfoy out and piss Ron off. Win-win. A few months of playing ‘happy couple’ in public and it would be done. A simple task. No way would you be able to develop any deeper feelings for that Slytherin. No way.

***

I hope you liked it! I’d love to hear your thoughts about this chapter! <3 A/N: I’m sorry that it takes me a while to get to the whole fake relationship thing. But it would feel so rushed so that’s why I’m trying to slow it down a little. I hope you can understand <3

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inosukki · 4 years

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stress relief, kenma kozume.

synopsis: after a rough day at work, kenma wants to try something new that might benefit the both of you.

warnings: titty sucking, handjob, cum eating <3

[a/n]: this is my first and last time writing nsfw content LOL. also did not proofread my bad bros😔

Things were eerily quiet without Kenma around.

Well, to be quite honest, things would still be quiet even if Kenma were in your shared apartment. But at least you’d here the clicking of his controller or the soft grunts of discontent that came with him playing his games. It was odd how he barely made a sound when playing, only opening his mouth to give a command or plan an attack with his team. Most guys you knew yelled at the top of their lungs, followed by insults and curses that left you wondering how someone could ever talk to another human being with such venom.

Maybe that’s what drew you to him back in highschool. His shy demeanor. Always cool, calm, and collected. Nothing like Kuroo, the brash and loud hyena-laughing third year who’d introduced the two of you to eachother.

Kuroo and you, despite being a grade level apart, had been placed into the same chemistry class. The two of you bonded over the fact that none of your friends had shared your wits, so you decided to be lab partners for the rest of the year. There was something about your persona that drew you to him, you were so welcoming and inviting and comfortable. Just the perfect person to get Kenma out of his shell, he thought.

So, one day, he invited you to his house (which at first caused you to raise a brow, you were just school friends, right?) to study for an upcoming exam. He was easily the smartest person in the class, but you took this as an opportunity to catch up to your senpai. Unknown to you, he had also invited Kenma to play COD, which lead you to come face to face with a cute boy with cat-like eyes that you would end up falling for.

That lead you here, sprawled out on your couch clad in boxer shorts and a hoodie, lazily scanning your eyes across a copy of The Awakening. Today was your off day from work which you’d hoped to spend with Kenma, but as you two were cuddling, he received an urgent phone call that left you cold and alone in bed. All you could do now was patiently wait for your boyfriend to come home.

As if on cue, you could hear the light tinkling of keys and the click of your front door. The creaking sound it emitted caused you to cringe (but you left a mental note to get that fixed soon) and place down your book.

“Hey honey, how was work?” You called, fitting your chin in between your knees. You wrapped your arms around your legs, squeezing them closer to your chest.

Kenma swiftly closed the door, shrugged off his coat, and slung it onto the floor all in one breath. He was visibly tense and irritation flooded his eyes. Sighing, you picked your book back up and payed him no mind.

Though your relationship with Kenma was amazing, it was far from perfect. He was sweet and attentive (to an extent) but he had trouble communicating himself. You could barely read him as he often showed no emotion. And when he did, he barely liked to talk about it. It was probably the only thing about him that bothered you.

You heard the creaking of the floorboards as he walked past you and into your shared bedroom, along with a deep sigh and the shuffling of feet. The only thing you could do right now was wait it out and hope he’d come to you.

The stress of being a CEO, Youtuber, pro-gamer, and stock trader was larger than you could imagine. Kenma was always up late nights, often on the phone or on his PC, discussing with other board members or filming a video. But he never once complained, which both worried you and caused your heart to swell. He was always independent like that, but it also wasn’t healthy to keep things inside all the time. You wanted to be the shoulder he could lean on, just like he was for you.

As your focus shifted from your thoughts to the book in your hands, you felt the a weight drop down beside you. You stopped yourself from jumping when you realized that it was just Kenma. Fuck, you thought. He really is like a cat. I barely even noticed him. Instead of the suit he was wearing when he walked in, he was sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and a plan white tee. Once again, you placed down your book (would you ever finish it?) and faced towards him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You whispered, taking one of his hands and rubbing soothing circled with your thumb.

He shook his head, no. “Rough day at work,” he mumbled, his raspy voice causing a smile to form on your lips. “Make it better?”

Now it was your turn to sigh as you enveloped him in your arms. Kenma places himself in your lap, almost like a child, legs squeezing around your waist and arms encircling your neck. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, adjusting his body as to not hurt you. Gently, you placed your hand on his head, raking your fingers through his bleach-blonde hair.

What Kenma lacked in words, he made up for in touch.

Whether it was a hand on your thigh, a leg on your lap, an arm around your waist, or his head on your shoulder, Kenma was always touching you as to remind you that he was present. Instead of a simple ‘hey’ he’d press his lips against your cheek or wrap you up in his arms. It was cute, and the first time he’d greeted you with a hug and a kiss you almost melted on the spot.

The innocent embrace between you two was cut short by the sound of sucking and slurping ringing through your ears. You let out a sharp gasp, your breathing halting for a second. Kenma, without warning, had begun to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses in the crook of your neck. The hand that had been gently placed in his hair was now gripping onto the strands in shock.

The sounds ceased completely as Kenma pulled away to look into your eyes, a string of spit following in tow. It was only then you noticed the pool of saliva on your neck, reaching your hands to touch the dampened skin.

“Sorry, was that ok?” He whispered, suddenly shy.

That was more than ok.

“Uh, yeah that was o-it was nice...I liked it.” You affirmed, scratching the back of your neck.

What had come over him? Usually it was you that had initiated anything sexual between the two of you. Kenma was rather low-maifnence in that aspect of your relationship, and never asked you to do anything or even hinted at it. Sometimes it felt like the only reason the two of you had sex was because you wanted it. He seemed indifferent to the whole ordeal. But now he was suddenly attacking your neck unprompted. You were kind of thankful for it, honestly.

“I-Is it ok if I tried something?”

His eyes flickered to yours, a hopeful glint in them. He had placed his hands between his thighs, gently rocking back and forth as if he were nervous. You held back a laugh as to not embarrass him. He was adorable.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Go ahead.”

The rocking subsided as he let both sides of his lips turn upwards in a shy smile. He removed his hands from his legs, letting himself reach up to the hem of your sweatshirt. Slowly yet with anticipation he lifted your sweatshirt over your head, tossing them to the side with ease. The removal had left your hair parting in several directions, which caused you to chuckle and smooth it down.

A sharp intake of breath caught your attention as Kenma’s eyes bored into your bare chest. It was as if he was shocked that you weren’t wearing a bra. You watched in anticipation as he brought his right hand to caress your left breast, thumb lightly ghosting your nipple. It was your turn to inhale as the touch caused you to jolt upwards and lean into him. He smiled, that was the reaction he was looking for.

“Your tits are so pretty, baby. Soft...” The compliment sent waves of heat through your body.

Kenma let his thumb press circles into your soft nipple which was beginning to harden due to his intimate touch. Before you could urge him to do something, anything, he opened his mouth and let his mouth go to work on your breast. His tongue licked around the hardened bud, letting out a content sigh. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as you were.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you pressed his face even closer to your tits. He sucked harshly, as if trying to milk you. Immediately, you bit your lip to stop yourself from making any more noise, almost embarrassed at how easily Kenma affected you.

He continued to suckle on your breast, even lightly nibbling it, as if begging you to make some sort of noise. The lewdness of him sloppily sucking on your skin shot arousal straight to your core.

He let his hand trail to your other breast, groping it with a rather strong grip before lazily giving you a squeeze here and there. A substantial amount of drool dribbled down the sides of his chin as his tongue swirled around your nipple. “I...I’m getting...hard...”

You hadn’t realized that your eyes were rolling into the back of your head until they began to unblur. Kenma has detached himself from your chest with a small ‘pop’ and was wiping his lips with his forearms. Your eyes trailed to his crotch, biting your lip at the darkened spot of his sweatpants. The faint bulge caused heat to pool in your lower stomach.

“Um, could you maybe... give me a–uh–handjob while I’m... doing this?”

You giggled, nodding feverently. He smiled nervously at you, avoiding all eye contact. Growing impatient, you gestured for him to get up, to which he obeyed. You snaked his sweatpants down, letting them fall to his feet, and did the same with his boxers. You bit your lip once again when his cock sprang free from the confines of his undergarments, slapping against his stomach.

“C’mere,” you whispered, guiding him back into your lap. Before he could continue his assault on your tits, you wet your hands with a generous amount of your saliva, licking it from the beginning of your wrist to the ends of your fingers. Then, you masterfully wrapped your fingers around his cock, ensuring that its entirety was covered in the sticky substance.

“Ah–” Kenma whined at the touch, arching his body into your hand. In order to keep himself preoccupied, he gripped your left breast and paid special attention to the one he left untouched.

As he licked and sucked on your breast, you went to work. His cock had stiffened in your grip, his thick veins almost protruding. You reached for his balls, light massaging them with your fingers, earning a groan into your chest. Smiling to yourself, you lightly grazed the area between his testicles, knowing how sensitive it was. His breath hitched in his throat, and once you were satisfied with the noises Kenma was making, you moved onto his length.

The tips of your fingers lightly scratched along his hardened cock, teasing his sensitive state. You continued the teasing with soft, slow strokes along his shaft, making sure you didn’t apply to much pressure and have him finish early (which happened quite a bit, to his embarrasment).

Your hand momentarily froze when you heard Kenma’s soft moans. How is it possible for a man to have such a pretty moan? The noises that Kenma made were heavenly. Whether it be a mewl or a groan, it always left you wanting more.

“Mm, keep going p-please.”

The request brought you out of your trance like state as you returned your attention to the task at hand. The tip of his cock was a flaring red, pre-cum beginning to spout out. You fisted the middle of his cock, spreading the fluid around.

Your focus on his length had almost blinded you to the fact that he was sucking on your tits. You jolted in surprise when he bit on your supple flesh. You could feel him smiling against you, reveling in the fact that he had elicited such a reaction from you. Two could play at that game.

With your nimble fingers, you slowly pumped his sensitive length, making sure to not apply too much pressure. The movement caused him to whimper and suck even harsher on your bare breast. You grasped his cock, making up and down movements starting from the base and moved up to the shaft , simultaneously rubbing your thumb over his slit.

“Mmf,” Kenma whimpered, his voice muffled by your skin. “Feels so good. You’re too good to me, baby.”

Pride filled in your chest at his words of encouragement. You decided to pick up the pace. Your grip around him strengthened, as did your rythym. As you built up a faster pace, so did he. The puckering sound that filled your apartment only got louder as Kenma violently sucked on your soft skin.

The lewd sound of slurping, sucking, and slapping of skin surrounded the two of you as you violently jerked his cock in fluid motions.

“Keep going, I-I’m almost there.” Kenma griped, no, whined, into you.

“You’re doing so well, Kenma, aren’t you? Your words caused him to bob his head up and down. “Don’t hold back.”

The pressure on his cock didn’t cease as you continued your pace, losing yourself in the bliss of it all. You could feel the heat practically radiating off of him as ceased his sucking and fell into your body in exhaustion.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna–” His warning fell on deaf ears as you continued pumping him. His whines grew louder and urgent. You loved how vocal he was during times like this.

Suddenly, thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, staining your soft, silky hands. Kenma was a tired mess, sweat sticking to his white shirt as he heaved and groaned.

The same eery silence from before attempted to creep back, but was warded off by the exhausted groans of your boyfriend.

“Feeling better?” You teased, poking at his side with your clean hand.

He scoffed in disbelief before letting out a small chuckle. “Yeah, much.”

“Good,” you playfully retorted. “Or else I’d have cum on my hand for no fucking reason at all.”

At the mention of his cum, Kenma’s face flushed. He didn’t notice the substance on your hand and immediately got up and began putting on his pants.

“I’ll get you a towe-”

Before he could finish the sentence, you were already lapping up the milky, almost translucent substance with your tongue. You licked up your forearm, catching the stray that had dribbled down. Then, you slurped the majority of it which had gathered in your palm. And finally, you sucked on your fingers, giving a few kitten licks here and there to ensure that you’d gotten it all.

“No need! Got it all. See?” You grinned brightly at him, showing him your clean hand before wiping it on your shorts. “Aww Kenma, your face is all red! Did I embarrass you? C’mere so I can pinch your cheeks!”

“Shut up!” He groaned, attempting to run away but failing to do so due to his pants being at his feet. “Get away from me!”

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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juliaswinterwriting challenge, pt. 2

1. “Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” with Mathew Barzal

a/n: finally! my second of two submissions for @wondershawns winter writing challenge. 6.6K. also features Mat’s boyfriend Beau lol.

summary: Mat has been falling for Beau’s cousin Genevieve since the day he met her. the main thing standing in his way? her.

warnings: swearing. alcohol. a smattering of angst. mentions of sex (not explicit). a healthy dose of fluff.

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Mat couldn’t have heard his best friend correctly. Convinced of that, he shook his head and tried to snap himself out of his stupor.

“Wait, Beau… what?”

“Yeah, Genevieve’s moving in with me,” Beau repeated casually, slapping a puck into the back of the net. “Finally convinced her. She just broke up with that idiot and she’s gonna go to NYU.”

The guys were on the ice at the practice facility for the first time since arriving back in New York after a long summer. They were conducting an informal skate to get their feet under them again, but most of the time had been spent simply catching up with one another — shooting pucks, yes, but also shooting the breeze. Mat had enjoyed the laidback nature of the on-ice session thus far, but he felt an undeniable jolt of electricity in his every nerve when Beau said that name — the one that elicited a thousand different feelings all at once.

Genevieve.

The girl who shared her cousin Beau’s big blue eyes and endless charm, but had a sassy wit and tender heart all of her own. The girl who was more like his teammate’s sister than a more distant relative. The girl who Mat had fallen for the very first day he met her, when Beau invited him to his family home in Quebec for a visit, now three summers ago. The girl who he’d been hopelessly, helplessly entranced by ever since.

Suddenly, a rubber disc was flying at Mat’s feet, the product of Marty dishing him a pass from the opposite side of the zone, expecting Mat to tap it into the goal as they’d already done a dozen times that afternoon. Instead, Mat let it whiz past him, only giving the puck so much as a glance when it bounced off the half-wall.

“Barzy!” Marty yelled from the far boards with a surprised chuckle, smacking his blade on the ice repeatedly. “Fuckin’ pay attention, kid!”

“You hockey much?” Beau teased, furrowing his brows at his teammate’s blank expression. Beau thought to himself that it looked as though Mat had just seen a ghost. “What’s’a matter with you?”

Mat turned to see Marty, Beau, Ebs, and Anders all looking at him as if he were a creature from a different planet. He cleared his throat and hunched once more overtop his skates, gliding in a tight circle before he faced them again.

“Nothin’,” he said nonchalantly, with a sniff. He put his stick to the ice and readied himself, trying to push Beau’s revelation to the back of his mind and focus on the task at hand. “Let’s go again.”

“Wait,” Marty said, putting a gloved hand up to halt the skating men around him. “I forgot. Isn’t Barzy, like, in love with that girl?”

Beau slowly turned his head toward Mat, who swallowed hard, trying to will his cheeks not to redden. Anders and Ebs chuckled, hands resting atop the knobs of their sticks.

“Shut up, Marty,” Mat nearly pleaded, anxiously tapping his stick on the ice. “Just... let’s go again. Come on.”

_____

In the three years since they’d first met, the math broke down pretty simply: Genevieve had had a boyfriend for all of those three years, until a month ago; Mat had kissed her exactly once on the forehead after putting her drunk ass to bed during a weekend visit to Beau’s; and they had made exactly zero progress toward becoming what Mat had always wanted them to be. Together.

One more number was soon added to the equation, not long after she moved to the city — the number one. Sponsored by the number of times they’d now had sex.

Genevieve’s twenty-first birthday fell right after she started at NYU as a junior transfer, when the Isles boys had just started camp. After a night at the club celebrating her, in a vodka-induced haze, with Tito’s attention wrapped up in a pretty blonde, Mat and Genevieve snuck away from the group, into an Uber, and off to his apartment in Brooklyn.

Mat realized immediately that he’d never felt a high like the one he did when she was kissing him, and he chased it all night long. He lost himself in her in every way as they melded together between his sheets.

He truly thought that her birthday was going to be the start of something between them. Something real. More than just a childish crush, stolen glances, and timid, blushing stares.

Which is why his heart broke when he awoke the next morning, after their passionate night gave way to dawn and the effects of the alcohol had faded, to hear Genevieve speaking quietly on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I went home with someone... No, you don’t know him. Just a guy from class.”

Mat felt a tightness in his throat and tried to swallow it.

“Shut up, Anth,” Genevieve said with a lighthearted groan.

Shit. Of course it was Beau.

“Brunch? Uh... yeah. Yeah, I can do brunch. I just have to come back to your place and change first... No, no, I’ll just grab an Uber. Yes, I’m sure.”

She was leaving. She was trying to sneak out of his place, while he was presumably still asleep. Despite that, pathetic as he felt for it, he didn’t want her to go. That was the last thing he wanted.

“Okay. Yeah, that’s fine. Okay, see you then. Bye.” Genevieve ran a hand through her dark locks and blew out a long breath.

“Who was that?” Mat muttered in a sleepy voice, making Genevieve jump. Despite trying to ignore it, he couldn’t help but notice the way she pulled his sheets tighter around her naked body at the realization that he was, indeed, awake. His chest clenched at the sight. Genevieve cleared her throat, stalling, before answering.

“That was Anth,” she said, tossing her phone on the bed in front of her. Mat watched the way her bare spine hunched as she sighed and then looked at him over her freckled shoulder. It took everything in Mat not to lean over and pepper her soft skin with warm kisses.

“He wants to go to brunch. The three of us. He’s gonna text you and invite you. He doesn’t know I’m here...” she spoke, wringing her fingers.

“Okay,” Mat said quietly, sitting up on an elbow. “Well, I’ll drive you back to his place—“

“No, no. I’m just gonna order an Uber,” she said hastily, followed by another long sigh. He wrinkled his brow, confused.

“We can’t tell him, Mat,” Genevieve said sadly, tossing him a forlorn glance, her fingers pressing into her temple. “We just... I can’t. I’m sorry.”

His heart broke a bit right then. In his mind, they would admit the truth about last night to Beau this morning, he would chirp them about it endlessly but be happy that they were happy, and they would all live happily ever after.

Evidently, Genevieve had different plans.

“So I’m gonna go, and then you can meet us at the cafe. Okay?” she asked, turning to face him straight on, seemingly so that he saw as little of her nude form as possible, despite having seen all of it last night.

Mat nodded, swallowing again. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

They both knew he wasn’t talking about the Uber. He was referencing something much more consequential than her ride home.

Genevieve pressed her lips together, looking down at her lap before meeting his eyes again. She nodded slowly.

“I just... I don’t think this is a good idea, Maty. I just got out of a relationship, and I don’t know how Anth would feel about...” She gestured between the two of them. Mat tried not to flinch, though he nearly did just that.

He nodded. Genevieve noted the pain in his eyes and averted her own to avoid being crushed by the knowledge that she had singlehandedly inflicted it upon him. Eventually, he found his voice again.

“Okay. Fine. I understand, I guess. I think you know how I feel about you, especially now, but it’s... it’s whatever you wanna do, G,” Mat said.

Genevieve blinked at him a few times, and for a fleeting moment as she opened her mouth, he thought she might change her mind.

His hopes crashed down in front of him as she shifted uncomfortably under the covers and requested, “Can you maybe just... look away while I get dressed?”

That time, Mat flinched.

_____

Mat couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw who was calling as he made his way home from the rink after practice on a snowy Monday nearly three months later, in early December. He pressed the green button on his dash display, said hello, and her fluttering voice filled his car.

“Mat… hi! Are you busy?”

Even if he were, Mat would’ve lied.

“No, no, not at all. What’s going on, G? How are you?” he asked as he switched lanes, fingers suddenly drumming on the steering wheel as nervous energy coursed through him.

Since the morning after they’d hooked up, the most they had communicated directly was texting half a dozen or so times, with Genevieve congratulating Mat on a good game or Mat asking if she knew where Beau was. Occasionally they’d bump into each other after a game, the ones she could actually make it to given her insane class schedule, or at the bar, and they’d both hug awkwardly and inevitably blush like schoolchildren. Mat missed her like hell, and he gently reminded her of that each time they touched base, but he respected her decision, even if he wasn’t fully convinced it was the right one.

Little did he know, Genevieve wasn’t fully convinced, either, but she willed herself to stand her ground, despite the sway he still held over her, without him even realizing it.

“I’m good. I’m good. Listen, um, I know this probably seems out of the blue, but… would you wanna meet up for coffee?” he heard her ask.

Mat’s brows shot up at her inquiry. He had long ago written off any chance at spending alone time with her and was caught off guard by her invitation.

“Sure,” Mat answered, though somewhat hesitantly. “I’d love to, you know that.”

She must have heard the surprise in his voice because she followed up with, “It’s just, I really miss you… and besides, there’s something else I need to talk to you about.”

Mat couldn’t keep the smug expression from his face. “Oh yeah? Other than just how much you miss me?” he asked arrogantly. He could practically hear Genevieve roll her eyes as she huffed into the phone.

“Just shut up and come here, you egomaniac,” she giggled. “I’m at my usual spot.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in fifteen. See you then. And, G?”

“Uh huh?”

A smile twitched at Mat’s lips as he replied.

“I’m glad you called,” he said, sincerity dripping from his words.

He heard the smile in her voice when she remarked, “I’m glad you answered. See you soon.”

_____

When Mat walked into the coffee shop minutes later, Genevieve was holed up at a corner table, notebooks and loose papers alike strung before her in a mass of organized chaos. She touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip and squinted at her laptop screen through her thick, tortoise-shell framed glasses.

Mat had never seen her wearing glasses before. Though he didn’t even think such a feat was possible, he fell a little more in love with her and became a little more tortured by her right then and there.

He approached her slowly so as not to startle her. As he came nearer, she didn’t even look up, deep in concentration as she typed. When she finally glanced away from her screen and toward a notebook across the table from her, Mat playfully crouched into her line of vision, tilting his chin upward as he waited for her to spot him.

Eventually, her eyes met his and immediately glimmered. She flushed slightly, putting her hand to her forehead with a groan.

“Oh, god, Maty, how long have you been standing there?” Genevieve asked, an apology in her tone.

Mat smiled and tried not to dwell on the way his pulse quickened when his nickname fell from her lips. “Long enough to observe that you might need your glasses prescription changed. You’re not supposed to squint at your screen like that, G,” he warned, approaching her and scanning the multitude of documents before her. “What is all this?” he asked, letting his gaze drift back to hers.

“It’s for my event this weekend. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Genevieve responded tentatively. “But first, coffee,” she said, reaching for her wallet tucked inside her bookbag.

Mat reached for her hand, pushing it away and shaking his head.

“No, c’mon,” he insisted. “Let me. What can I get you?”

Genevieve looked at their touching fingers as he slowly pulled his away, then she gave him that killer half-grin of hers and breathed a sigh, giving into him since she knew trying to protest was useless.

“How ‘bout a peppermint tea? I think I’m overcaffeinated at this point anyway so I should probably take it easy on the coffee,” she admitted with a chuckle as she tucked some hair behind her ear. Mat nodded.

“Smart girl. Tea coming right up,” he promised with a squeeze of her shoulder. Genevieve thanked him and watched as he sauntered to the counter to stand in line.

His hair was longer, and she thought it made him look even more handsome, if that was even imaginable. He caught her ogling at him as he turned the corner to wait for his order, and she simply pursed her lips into a tight smirk and tried to refocus on her notes. He tried to refocus on anything but her. They both were clumsy in their attempts.

When he returned, he placed a large paper cup before her and she wrapped her hands around it with an appreciative hum.

“You’re the best,” Genevieve praised. He waved her off as he took a sip of his cappuccino.

“So why have I been summoned here, G?” Mat then asked, teasing in his question.

Genevieve bit at her full bottom lip and Mat tried to force his eyes not to linger there as she snapped her notebook shut and readjusted herself in her chair, clearing her throat.

“Okay, so you know I’m taking this event planning class this semester? It’s part of my major. And our final project is to plan a large-scale event,” she began, and he nodded as he sipped at his coffee, amused by her bubbly mannerisms as she spoke. “Well, so… a friend of mine in class kind of accidentally let slip that I’m Anthony’s cousin, and it turns out that the prof is friends with some Isles execs. She suggested that I plan a gala to benefit the team children’s foundation, and obviously since the professor fed me that idea, I couldn’t really say no. Especially since it’s 50 percent of my final grade, and obviously because it’s for such a great cause.” Mat nodded again, already seeing where this was going, but not exactly minding it.

“So since you guys don’t play this Saturday night, Anth had originally told me that he would go and kinda be the face of the team for me, but he backed out this morning,” Genevieve said, playing absentmindedly with her fingers in her lap. Mat was getting ready to take another swig when she added that last little tidbit, and he narrowed his eyes at her as he lowered his cup.

“What do you mean he backed out? What the hell else does he have to do?” Mat didn’t try to hide his annoyance — Beau had practically begged this poor girl to come and live with him and go to school in New York, and now he was jeopardizing her academic future?

“I don’t know,” Genevieve shrugged. “He said some girl he’s been talking to bought him tickets to the Nets game on Saturday night and he—“

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me...” Mat spat, then noticed the disappointment in her features, and immediately softened. “So, what can I do to help?” he asked, deciding that he would deal with the Beau issue later.

She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, and drew a deep breath as she summoned the courage to make her request.

“I was wondering if... if you’d go with me?” she eventually mumbled.

Mat was certain he had misheard, just like that day months ago on the ice. He licked his bottom lip quickly and sat back in his chair.

“Say again?” he deadpanned.

“I was wondering if you’d come with me,” Genevieve spoke, clearer and faster this time. “I know I don’t even deserve to ask you a favor like that, and you probably already have plans anyway, and I—“

“G, stop,” Mat interrupted dryly.

“It’s not like you’re my second choice or anything,” Genevieve continued, talking with her hands just like Beau did when he got flustered. “I wanted to ask you — really, I did. Trust me. It’s just… I was afraid Anth would be weird so—“

“G, stop,” Mat laughed, his voice firmer this time as his hand moved to rest on her knee. “I don’t need an explanation. Of course I’ll come with you. I’d be honored.”

Genevieve finally exhaled, throwing her hands over her face in sheer excitement and shaking her head back and forth.

“Ugh, Mathew Barzal, I could kiss you right now!” she exclaimed before she could pay a second thought to her words. She covered her mouth then, eyes bugging behind her glasses. Mat couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction.

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he quipped softly as he raised his coffee to his lips once more, smirking pompously at Genevieve as she breathed a laugh.

As she launched into the details of the event — what he should wear, what she would need from him, when he could pick her up — he found himself spacing. No detail she shared much mattered to him — not really. It didn’t affect his decision. No matter what this would cost him, literally or figuratively, he was all in.

All in on the gala, all in on Genevieve. All in.

She was letting him in, however little, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity.

Mat insisted on giving Genevieve a ride to Beau’s apartment after they’d finished their drinks, convincing her that she needed to take a break from working and get a change of scenery. Surprisingly, she complied. He realized as she sat in his passenger seat just how much he had missed the way he felt in her presence. The world seemed to be in full color only when Genevieve was by his side.

Sadly, the drive was a short one, and soon Genevieve was hurriedly pulling her bookbag into her lap as Mat pulled over to the curb near the building’s entrance. Preparing for her to jump out of the car without giving him a second look, Mat was surprised when he felt her fingertips grasp his jaw. She placed a lingering kiss to his cheek, closer to his mouth than could be called chaste, and smoothed her thumb across the stubble on his chin.

“I really have to go, even though I don’t want to, but thanks a million, Maty,” Genevieve said, beaming at him as she pulled the straps of her bag onto her shoulders. “I can’t wait for this weekend. Bye.”

With that, she was scampering off, throwing him one last smile before disappearing through the doorway.

With a pursed exhale, Mat rested his forehead against the steering wheel and tried to talk himself down from the clusterfuck his brain had just launched into at her actions.

_____

The week dragged on for Mat. When Saturday finally arrived, he took far longer than usual to get ready, even FaceTiming his sister for her recommendations on the best tie and shoe combination to match his navy suit.

When Liana furrowed her eyebrows, curious why he cared so much about what he wore to what seemed to her to be a fairly routine team event, Mat knew what was coming and braced for it as she opened her mouth.

“Is this like a date or something—“

“Goodbye, Liana. Thank you,” Mat said curtly, cutting her off and quickly ending the call. Of course, it rang again immediately, but Mat chose to ignore it and tucked the device in his pocket as he gave himself one last glance in the mirror.

When the phone rang yet again, he huffed, prepared to answer and then immediately hang up on his dear, annoying baby sister, when he noticed it wasn’t Liana this time.

Stepping into his closet to choose an overcoat, he smiled and tapped the green button.

“Don’t tell me you’re cancelling on me now, G,” Mat said, half in jest, half in masked terror. “I just got dressed.”

To his dismay, Genevieve sounded panicked on the other end of the line.

“Uh, no, quite the opposite, actually,” she said nervously. “I’m kind of — okay, well, completely — freaking out over here, and I was wondering if you could maybe come over early and convince me not to call my professor and tell her I’m sick so I don’t have to see what a complete disaster this night turns out to be?”

Mat had pulled on a coat and flicked off the lights in his closet while she was talking, and he shifted the phone to his other ear to respond once she stopped rambling.

“Don’t do that,” he said firmly. “I’m leaving now. Sit tight. I’ll be right there, okay?”

Mat heard her breathe a sigh of relief. “You’re the best, Maty,” she said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

His smile widened — he was always happy to play the role of knight in shining armor, but it meant more to him to be able to play it for Genevieve. His chest puffed with each word of her gratitude.

“You’re welcome, love,” he said before he realized the pet name that fell from his lips. But he couldn’t regret it, refused to even try, so he bid her goodbye for now and headed for the parking garage to ride away on his white stallion — er, Cadillac.

Ten minutes later — after navigating a route that should have taken at least fifteen — he was on her doorstep, the dozen red roses he had bought that morning in hand. Mat tried to act as though he wasn’t surprised to find her still in a set of Beau’s Isles sweats, donning her glasses, with her makeup half-finished and her hair not yet fixed. He glanced at the clock above her head that indicated only about forty minutes until they needed to leave the apartment, but decided to ignore that minor detail.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Mat said charmingly, extending the flowers to her. “These are for you. For good luck.”

Genevieve’s lips turned up momentarily into a grin, then folded into a frown, and she looked as though she may burst into tears at any moment. Forcing his way in the door, Mat set the bouquet on the entry table and gathered her into his chest, resting a hand on the back of her head and rubbing small circles on her back with the other.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed. “What’s goin’ on, G? Talk to me, baby.” Oh, shit. Another pet name. He really had to stop doing that.

Genevieve seemed unaffected by the term, though, and drew a shaking breath before squeezing his waist tightly and stepping away.

“Everything! This event is gonna crash and burn and it’s all my fault,” she cried, flinging her hands skyward for dramatic effect.

“What do you mean?” Mat inquired. “And while we talk, why don’t we go to your room so you can keep getting ready?” he added, placing a gentle hand to her hip. Thankfully, she nodded, despite heaving a sigh. As he turned them down the hall, she let her swirling thoughts erupt.

“The caterer called an hour ago and said they didn’t put in an order big enough for tonight so they’re gonna have to supplement the food with basically whatever they can find,” Genevieve began as they entered her room, motioning for Mat to take a seat on her meticulously made bed, which felt far more intimate than he was prepared for, not that he was complaining. She sat on the vanity bench nearby and hurriedly applied eyeshadow to her lids, prattling all the while. As she spoke, Mat glanced down at the dress laid out on the foot of the bed on a hanger, and he swore he forgot his own name for a moment as he gaped at it blankly.

“And I specifically ordered peonies, not poppies. Like how the fuck does a florist mess that up! I just—“

“Wait, sorry to interrupt, but this is what you’re wearing?” Mat choked out, sliding the shiny fabric between his first two fingers and thumb. Genevieve nodded, hurriedly fastening on a pearl cluster earring smack dab in the midst of her blush and bronzer routine.

“Yeah, Anthony insisted on taking me shopping and made me buy the most expensive goddamn dress in the store for some reason,” she grumbled. Mat made a mental note to thank Beau profusely. “I told him I couldn’t accept it but — wait, why? You hate it, don’t you?”

Mat’s eyes bugged at her question before he swallowed hard, shaking his head furiously. “No, no, it’s just... you’re gonna look so unfair,” he chuckled. Genevieve gave him a disbelieving look.

“Hardly,” she disagreed, apparently not noticing how gone he was at the moment. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter what I wear because it’s going to be an absolute shit show.”

She threw a fluffy brush into her makeup caddy with a clatter, and Mat approached where she sat fussing over herself anxiously in the mirror. She couldn’t help but notice the way her breath caught in her throat when his long fingers came to rest on her shoulders, stretching to her collarbone as he gazed at her intensely in their reflection. She felt herself relax under his touch.

“I know you’ve convinced yourself of that,” Mat began, his voice low, slow, sincere. “And that probably nothing I say will change your mind. But even if the food is wrong and the flowers are wrong and it doesn’t look exactly how you pictured it, it’s still gonna be a success. Because you made it happen. And you’re the most organized, most dedicated, hardest-working person I know,” he said as she finished applying her lipstick and sat up straight with a long, calming breath.

“And you’re the sweetest person I know,” she admitted airily. Mat beamed, squeezing her trap muscles. “Thank you,” she added, her hand finding his and bringing it to her lips, their eyes never straying from one another’s in the mirror until she stood up to face him.

He threw her hair over her shoulders and gawked at the perfect placement of her makeup, however much she had rushed its application.

“Makeup,” Mat spoke, drawing a pretend v-shape in thin air. “Check. One thing at a time.”

She snickered a bit, her hands ghosting across his suit coat for a moment, enchanted, before she snapped back to the task at hand.

“Okay, I have to go curl my hair, and then get dressed. And then, I’m ready,” she promised as Mat nodded and slowly returned to his seat on her bed. As she pulled a pair of strappy heels from underneath the bedskirt, he smiled down at her so fondly, and she realized she wouldn’t mind having him sitting right here more often.

Certainly wouldn’t mind.

She tossed Mat a wink as she picked up the dress, too, and hustled into the bathroom, suddenly feeling much more confident than she had without his presence — his reassurance.

Fifteen minutes later, after chattering with Mat through the door while taming her hair, she pulled on the dress and smoothed her hands over the skirt of it, tugged on her heels, and pulled open the door.

Mat stopped abruptly in the middle of a story about razzing her cousin at practice and stood to his feet, neither moving an inch.

Finally, Genevieve sighed and motioned toward her attire.

“So?” she spoke simply. “Acceptable?”

Mat scoffed, literally scoffed, and repeated, “Acceptable?” He rubbed a hand over his mouth and couldn’t help the boyish giggle he let out. “More than acceptable, G. You look... wow. Incredible. So incredible.”

Genevieve could admit to herself that she was pleased with his reaction — in fact, she couldn’t quite seem to detach her eyes from his face as his stare roamed her figure. She leaned against the doorpost and smirked.

“Remember what I said earlier this week? About how I could just kiss you right now?” she asked mischievously. He nodded slowly, eyes still studying the way her dress pulled tight in exactly the right places, then finding their way back to hers. “Kinda feeling that way again right now,” she added.

He exhaled sharply, standing up straighter, as she took a couple of paces toward him.

“Is that so?” he teased. She nodded, chewing at the inside of her cheek. Mat hummed in anticipation as she came ever closer. “You sure about that?” he asked firmly, extending his arms with his palms out toward her, trying his damnedest to keep her at a distance.

She only nodded again, a gleam in her eye, and paused just a couple of feet from him, waiting for his approval.

“Take another step looking like that and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Mat warned, giving her one final out.

A small laugh passed through Genevieve’s nose, and she looked down at their feet as she daringly moved forward.

“I’m okay with that,” she whispered as she looked back to his face. Mat only quirked his brow in response.

“I think it’s time I focus less on pushing you away, and more on just…” Genevieve tenderly wrapped her arms around Mat’s neck. “Just finally letting things happen the way they’re supposed to,” she spoke.

Mat froze for a moment, then broke into an enormous grin. “Yeah?” he asked in awe.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, driving him insane. He pressed her lower back into his body as she assured, “Yeah. This is what I want.”

Mat barely let her speak that last word before capturing her lips in a searing kiss — all the nerves and anxiety about avoiding this melting away in a heartbeat as she moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting a smile from him against her skin.

“You’re beautiful, G,” Mat whispered when he finally came up for air. “You know that?” Genevieve blushed and tried to hide her face in Mat’s chest, but with a roll of his eyes, he caught her chin between his thumb and index finger and angled her face toward his own.

“No, none of that,” he said. “I’ve waited this long to be with you, G. Just let me look at you and tell you how gorgeous you are.”

Mat felt the warmth of her cheeks as he caressed them with the backs of his hands, losing himself in her criminally blue eyes.

“You are something else, Maty,” she said, letting her hands rest on his taut stomach as she leaned into him. “Now we really have to go, or we’re gonna be late.” With one last kiss pressed against his lips, Genevieve spun away from him, grabbed the pearl clutch from her bed, and tossed him a particularly wicked glance over her shoulder, laughing at his dumbfounded expression as she drifted out of the room.

And as he watched her walk away from him, hips swaying beneath the satin of her dress...

Mat knew he had no choice but to follow wherever she led.

_____

Whether she was aware of it or not, the girl knew how to command a room.

As Mat watched Genevieve engage the many high-profile sponsors and potential donors in the ballroom, he found himself thinking that he really didn’t even need to be here. She had this in the bag, and he was just arm candy for the night. And he realized he didn’t mind a bit.

Even so, he couldn’t help but swell with pride when she regularly turned away from conversations throughout the evening, searching the many faces in the crowd until she found his, her shoulders relaxing and her eyes flashing with affection when she finally did.

Finally, Mat sensed that the peace he had long ago found in her, she now felt in him. Nothing could ever make him happier than that.

Despite having different food and flowers than what Genevieve had planned, the event was a smashing success. She learned from her professor near the end of the gala that they had raised a quarter of a million dollars for the Islanders Children’s Foundation in this single night — a figure which made her nearly choke on her champagne and subsequently back Mat into a coat closet to reveal privately. Only he was more excited about the triumph than she, clutching excitedly at her sides as he pulled her to himself for a fiery kiss and gleefully congratulated her, both of them trying to stay as quiet as possible to remain undetected. When they regained their composure, they walked regally arm in arm back into the ballroom to say their thank you’s and goodbyes.

As they waited outside for the valet, Mat held Genevieve from behind, his arms encircling her waist under the grand stone archways of the old building. In her ear, he whispered her praises, pressing a kiss to her temple or jaw between each adjective as they awaited their ride.

“Smart. Beautiful. Capable. Stunning. Perfect. Worthy. Mine.”

That last one prompted her to spin in his arms, unashamed of who might see, and grasp his face for a firm kiss.

“Yours,” she whispered back dreamily.

_____

Soon they were back at her apartment building, rushing down the hall hand in hand, fully prepared to take advantage of Beau’s night on the town. Mat was mouthing hungrily at the back of Genevieve’s neck, from one side to the other, as she squealed and clumsily unlocked the door — a feat which took approximately five times as long as it normally did, considering the distraction hanging off of her, snaking its long arms around her torso as she finally tumbled through the doorway. Mat held onto her hips with a laugh to prevent her from falling on her face onto the tile beneath them, pulling her upward to resume their makeout until…

“Don’t you two look cute.”

Beau’s voice rang from the couch, startling both Mat and Genevieve as she pushed him away to create some distance between them. Mat cleared his throat as he unceremoniously gathered his footing beneath him. They both stood motionless in the entryway for several moments before Genevieve blinked at the basketball game playing on the television.

“Wait. What the hell, Anth… you’re watching the Nets game on TV? What happened to your date?” Genevieve asked as she took a few steps into the living room, tossing her clutch onto the couch so that she could put both hands on her hips and aim as much attitude as possible at her cousin.

“Yeah, I lied about that. The Nets are in Boston tonight, you geniuses,” Anthony informed them casually, taking the last swig from his beer bottle and placing it on the coffee table as he leaned forward.

“What do you mean, you lied? What the fuck, man?” Mat asked, incredulous.

“I did it on purpose!” Anthony bellowed, before the two gaped at him. “You two goons haven’t figured it out on your own by now, so I figured if I ditched, forced you into some alone time, bought G a pretty dress, maybe you’d see yourselves for what you really are. Hopelessly, disgustingly in love with each other. And apparently, it worked.”

Mat ran a hand slowly through his hair, tugging on his locks with a quiet laugh. Genevieve stood still, a hand suspended in mid-air, and whispered, “You planned this?”

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Of course I planned this,” he confirmed. “You really think I would just bail on you at the last minute for some girl? No! I knew you’d ask Mat, and I knew he would come to your rescue, and I knew you guys would have a great night together. Win, win, win.” Anthony rested his back against the couch once more, propping his feet up on the coffee table and folding his hands behind his head as he waggled his eyebrows. “I’m good, huh?” he remarked.

Mat took four quick strides toward his best friend and made a show of grabbing Anthony’s face and pressing a lip-smacking kiss to his forehead, which Anthony giggled over and wiped away, shaking his head.

“You’re my hero, man,” Mat spoke as he returned to Genevieve’s side and tucked her beneath his arm. Timidly, Genevieve asked Anthony, “You mean you’re not mad?”

Anthony’s big eyes grew even wider. “Mad?! My best friend and practically my sister are finally making each other happy. I’d be crazy to be mad! Or I’d be the Grinch. And I’m not the Grinch!” he assured as he pointed towards them.

Genevieve beamed, walking his way and placing a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his arm.

“Merci beaucoup,” she whispered when she pulled back from his face, only to see that he was smiling from ear to ear. He gave her a solemn nod.

Genevieve extended a hand toward Mat which he accepted gladly, then she turned back to her cousin.

“Well, on that note, since your plan was such a success, and so was my event, Mat and I are gonna go celebrate,” she informed him with a grin. Anthony chuckled and lifted his beer bottle in their direction.

“Cheers to that,” he said. “I’ll just turn up the volume.”

Mat and Genevieve laughed and said goodnight before making their way down the hall. Mat couldn’t close the door fast enough before spinning her and pinning her against it as she smirked, her form melting into his as he kissed her fiercely. For several minutes they stayed there as one, with their parting lips and their breathing the only sounds in the room. Soon, Mat pulled back, both his hands holding Genevieve’s face as he searched her eyes.

“Promise me this is really what you want, G. Promise me you won’t push me away again,” he implored, his voice sounding needier than it ever had. Genevieve felt the stab at her gut upon remembering once more that she’d really almost fucked this up.

She sifted her fingers through his long, coal black hair of his and looked into his green-flecked eyes, which begged her for reassurance. Mat swallowed thickly as she cupped his strong jaw.

“I promise I won’t, Mathew,” she whispered. “I won’t. I can’t. I need you.”

With that, she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers and smothered his lips with her own. Mat tasted the sweet champagne on her skin and moaned.

“Mine,” he said again, gruffly this time, into her ear as he trailed hot kisses down her jaw.

“Yours,” she repeated breathlessly.

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Trust Me?

Bakugou x reader / Shinsou x reader

Warning: Hurt/comfort, Angst, Mentions of cheating, Happy Ending?

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: You love your boyfriend more than anything but it seems he might not feel the same way anymore. When the same friend that planted the seed of doubt ends up your shoulder to cry on where do you go from there.

Authors note: I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff and this was kind of my self indulgence fic. Please Enjoy!

P.S: I was thinking about jumping on the kinktober bandwagon but I’m worried I can’t do kink justice. Maybe look out for some quick one shots if I do. I am also having to rewrite the fourth chapter of Burn Away With Me because the original file somehow ended up freaking deleted (note to self and others always back up files or make a copy).

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Saturdays were meant for relaxation, for hanging out with friends without a worry. The weekend was meant to provide a chance to shed your hero uniform and trade it for a cute comfy outfit. Well that’s how weekends should be, that’s what you wish you were able to do. Instead you sat on your couch scrolling through your phone watching your friends have fun without you. Pictures of dancing and drinking continuously pass as your fingers move absentmindedly. A picture of Mina taking shots followed by photos of Kaminari on a tabletop. This always happened, you had been missing out for weeks now. However, this problem went deeper than missing a few weekend hangouts. Your boyfriend, whom you had been with for almost three years, had been canceling plans with you for the last few months. Every time you both had a day off, he always got called in or he had made previous plans. It was starting to get old. Had he always been so flaky? Had you just not noticed before or was this new. Either way you were now fully aware of his behavior and how little attention you received from him. Your screen lit up with messages from friends telling you to ‘get your ass to the club’ immediately. Oh, how you wanted too. You wished you were wearing a skimpy outfit grinding against your besties laughing and enjoying yourself. Instead of getting into your club attire you put your phone onto the coffee table. Your back hits the cushions behind you as you fall backward. A sigh slips out and you’re ready to reevaluate your life. What kind of relationship was this? You felt like you were alone, and it was starting to seep into your conscious letting that little voice grow louder and louder with doubt and self-deprivation. It took every ounce of your being to reject the thoughts, to lull yourself back into a false sense of security. Your phone ringing disrupted your thoughts good or bad.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you! I miss-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the deep grouchy voice of Katsuki Bakugou interrupted you.

“I won’t be home tonight. Don’t wait up for me, just eat dinner and go to bed.” He sounded like he had been sounding. He sounded tired with a swirl of irritation and it took a lot to convince yourself that it wasn’t toward you. You had to bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming at him for doing this again. You loved him, did so much for him, that it hurt for him to just blow you off. What was even worse was he didn’t even tell you why he wasn’t coming home. He just expected you to turn in early without even an explanation. You wanted to cuddle or go out with friends and he wanted you to spend the night alone.

“Suki… Why aren’t you coming home? You said last week that you were going to try to come home early.” A growl of frustration could be heard on the other side causing you to tense up. You knew you were upsetting him but that wasn’t fair. He had no right to be upset with you since you were only asking him a simple question and stating a fact. He had promised you that he would start coming home early to spend time with you. You knew that being a hero was hard, you were one. However, you also knew when someone was just making excuses and that’s what this was becoming.

“Christ woman! I have work to do! I said I would try, and I have tried. Obviously, I couldn’t make it home tonight so just listen for once and don’t wait up.” No chance of rebuttal, he had hung up immediately after snapping. That was it. The last straw. You let the tears you had been suppressing fall freely. Your phone was aggressively tossed to the ground and unfortunately your body followed it. Your knees hit the ground first before your clenched fist dug into the carpet. Your head buried itself into the carpet before a scream escaped. It was one of filled so much pent up emotion. A scream that needed to be freed, to help release you from this torture he was putting you through. You sat back on the balls of your feet, your hands swiping at your eyes rubbing the tears into your skin. You cried more causing your hands to rub harder, your skin stung and burned from the aggressive motion. Your phone chimed bring your attention back to it. Your hand held the device hoping for an apology but instead read the newest text from Mina. It was another invite, but the party had moved from the club to Yaoyorozu’s house. A smirk replaced your previous forlorn look. You stood up from the floor letting all sadness be hidden away by pettiness. If he could ditch you like that, go back on a promise so easily then you could go against him. He wanted you to stay home like a good girl, but you didn’t feel like being that good girl. You had never changed so fast in your life. Your pajamas were traded in for a formfitting outfit, one your kept for special Mina party occasions. You looked at yourself in the mirror with gleaming confidence. You outfit accentuated all your nooks and crannies. You looked smoking hot and with some simple yet stunning makeup you were ready to go. A quick text to Mina and you left the cold lonely apartment

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The party wasn’t over the top and thankfully everyone there was a former classmate. You waved as a few people turned to look at you. Sero had to do a double take to make sure he was witnessing reality and not a ghost. You rolled your eyes as his tape grabbed your wrist before a swift yank had you in his arms. A soft chuckle escaped from your lips that were buried in his chest. He smelled like cedar and felt warm. You let your body relax against his as he let you go but kept his hand on your waist. Kaminari had abandoned his post next to Jiro and rushed over. Before he could try and snatch you away from Sero a new pair of arms circled you. Mina was smiling against you neck as she stuck his tongue out at a now pouting Kaminari.

“I’m so glad you actually decided to make it tonight. We were starting to think you hated us.” You shook your head at the fake hurt in her voice. The boys weren’t helping since they nodded along with Mina. You pulled out his grasp backing away so you could see all three of them. They really had changed in the short span of time since you had seen them. Sero was rocking a cool new undercut while Kaminari seemed a little more built. Mina had also cut her hair, but you knew that since you basically stalked your friends.

“I’m so sorry guys. It’s been crazy, work and home have been a little hectic.” A scoff could be heard behind you. Everyone’s eyes shifted to Uraraka who had her arms crossed. Midoriya stood behind her awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Uraraka’s puffed out cheeks mimicked that of a chipmunk. You raised a brow at her strange behavior. “Did I say something to offend you.”

“No but why lie? We all know that the reason we don’t see you anymore is because of Bakugou.” Your eyes widened at her straightforward accusation. You looked at Midoriya waiting for him to comment but he remained silent, probably in fear of getting involved. You narrow your eyes trying to hold some dignity. “Bakugou and I are fine okay. I just haven’t had the time to make it to any hang outs because I spend time with him.”

Now everyone was looking at you. For being the only sober person in the room you were sounding like the drunk one. Everyone knew that Bakugou had been blowing off plans with you. It was inevitably that they found out since most everyone talks, and things get around. A sigh that matched the one back at your apartment came out. You looked defeated as you returned to Sero’s side. He rubbed your side while Mina shooed everyone’s attention off you. “You don’t have to talk about it but we’re here for you.”

“Thanks guys…” You closed your eyes trying to let your emotions settle before returning to the fun party you had yet to enjoy and partake in. When you reopened your eyes, a smile followed. You were going to have fun even if it killed you. Mina squealed when you asked for a drink and before you knew it one turned to three. Uraraka had ditched her sour attitude and replaced it with giggles as the two of you danced together. You broke free from Uraraka as you watched Kirishima walk through the front door. You didn’t even give the boy a chance to take off his coat before you were tackling him. He was shocked to see you at the party just like the others had been.

“What are you doing out so late? Isn’t Bakubro’s bedtime at 8pm.” Kirishima was able to get a laugh out of you along with the other members of the Bakusquad.

“Yeah his bedtime would be 8pm if he ever came home. He’s always working late. I never see him anymore.” As the words left your lips you felt the air grow cold. Tension was evident. You froze as you felt your blood run cold. There was an unspoken understanding, but you knew that Kirishima wasn’t going to remain silent. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly which was accompanied by a shaky laugh that turned into him clearing his throat.

“I might be wrong but Bakugou hasn’t been working late… I was one of the last people to leave the office. Bakugou left at his usual time…” You wanted to pretend to be ignorant, but this couldn’t be swept under the rug. You couldn’t act like you hadn’t just been told that your boyfriend had been lying to you for months. Oh god your stomach began to churn, and you pushed passed him and through the front door. You ran into someone before turning and throwing up into one of the planters. Sero and Mina ran after you. Kirishima stood in the doorway feeling guilty but also pissed knowing that the person at fault was his best friend. You felt a comforting hand on your back rubbing it gently. You assumed Mina but when you finally turned around your eyes met with lavender ones. A broken smile cracked across your face. He held his arms open and you ran into them without hesitation. Shinsou had always been there for you when you were both attending UA, but time was cruel, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt secure in his tight embrace. You sobbed and he just let you. Your friends stood by watching with conflicting emotions.

“What the hell did that asshole do now.” Shinsou was never one to speak to you like you were fragile; he was always blunt and honest. He also never approved of your relationship so of course he’d blame your current state on Bakugou. You wanted to tell Shinsou but couldn’t get the words out. Thankfully you had friends who could speak for you. Sero was the one who spoke up. “She found out that Bakugou hasn’t been staying at work late. She is obviously thinking the worst but he’s probably training or visiting his parents.”

“Bakugou? I just saw him at that fancy restaurant that we went to for Midoriya’s birthday. He was there with some busty bimbo. They seemed pretty interested in the conversation they were sharing. She must be a client or some woman after an interview.” Shinso knew exactly what he was doing when he told you about the mystery woman. He hated hurting you, but it was a necessary evil. Shinsou had always had feelings for you even before he understood them. You were always by his side cheering him on and now he was going to do the same for you. Before he could build you back up, he’s having to let you crumble under the lies Bakugou told you. Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears and a storm was brewing. Your fists were clenched, and your friends hesitated to approach you. You swiftly turned around walking passed everyone back inside before grabbing your keys and leaving. You could hear your friends yelling for you, but you never stopped. Shinsou watched your car drive off into the distance. He knew this was going to end terribly but he would be there to catch you. Thankfully since the ground was already starting to give out.

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“Where the hell have you been!” Bakugou almost dropped his keys as you tried to quietly enter your shared apartment. He turned growling at your accusatory tone. He slammed the door before turning to you. In the light that was cast from the hallway you could see his hair was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled, and you could swear he smelled a little sweeter than usual. The signs all shone brightly in front of you. Bakugou approached you ready to start an argument over your attitude but stopped when he saw your eyes. They were sunken in, bloodshot, and lifeless. He had never seen you like this. His expression softened before he reached up to cup your cheek. His hand never got to touch you before it was smacked away. “What the fuck Y/n!”

“Who is she… Actually, I don’t want to know. I just want to know why.” Bakugou wasn’t expecting your accusation so he couldn’t help but look shocked. Guilt seemed to creep over him before it was covered up with denial and anger. He scoffed and walked past you toward the bedroom. He didn’t make it before you had spun him around yelling this time. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU CHEAT!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP WOMAN! I DIDN’T DO SHIT! Who the fuck filled your head with such idiotic thoughts? Did you go out with those idiots again? Was it raccoon eyes or maybe that shitty Deku. Whoever told you that is a liar and needs a fucking hobby?” Bakugou yanked his arm away before heading into the bathroom to shower, no doubt to hide the evidence of his infidelity. You wanted to keep shouting and accusing him, but you knew it was pointless. If Bakugou thought he was innocent then he was no matter what kind of proof you had, which was none. Giving up was not an option and as much as this was your home you had to leave. Your chest tightened as you packed your bags. The only sound keeping you company was the shower Bakugou was currently occupying. You wrote a note and gently placed it onto your pillow before turning to leave. You felt your heart stop as Bakugou stared at you wide eyed. You felt like a deer in the headlight. He walked toward you, his hand reaching behind you to grab the note. He read it to himself before burning it in his grip. You flinched at the heat the radiated directly to your left. Bakugou growled as he loomed over you. “So, you’re leaving huh. You think you can just write a fucking note and disappear into the night. You aren’t going anywhere.”

A scream escaped as he grabbed you pushing you into the bed. His hands holding your arms above your head. He smirked as his towel fell at his feet. His grip tightened when you resisted. His knee pushing your legs apart. He shifted onto the bed never letting go of you and never moving his knee which was painfully pressed against you. “What the fuck are you doing Bakugou!”

“You think I’m cheating? Then I’ll just give you the attention you seem to be so deprived of to come up with such bullshit accusations.” You didn’t want this. You didn’t want his hand aggressively holding you down, you didn’t want his knee pushing against your crotch, you didn’t want his teeth biting into your neck like some kind of feral animal. You needed to get away. Your head smashed into his face allowing you the time you needed to get out from underneath him. He cursed while holding his bleeding nose. You grabbed your bags bolting to the front door but before you could open it, he caught you. His arms holding your waist from behind. You let out another scream of fear and agony before the back of your head smashed into his nose, again. A growl slipped out and you finally got the door open. Before you could make your escape Bakugou’s fingers slipped into your hair yanking you back. His lips touched your ear and you could smell the blood flowing freely down his lips. “She felt a million times better than you.”

No words came out instead a choked sob and a whimper as you felt him let you go. You didn’t even hear the door slam you were already out of the apartment complex and in your car. Your hands shook as you called the only person you could think to be awake. “Hey Y/n, what’s wrong?

“Shinsou, I need you.”

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Bakugou tried to call you a million times after you left but to no avail. You had even blocked his number. He tried to find out where you had gone but no one would share that information with him. He had even gone to your agency but all they could tell him was that you were on a leave of absence. Bakugou truly had fucked up with no sign of reconciliation. It had been a week of trying to find you and failing. Mina, Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima claimed that they hadn’t heard from you which wasn’t really a lie. They knew that you left Bakugou and that you were crashing at Shinsou’s, but they had yet to visit. Everyone was worried about you, but they didn’t know the truth. They knew you had some kind of falling out but that was it. They had no idea what had actually happened.

“Are you going to lay in bed all day or are you going to actually get up.” Shinsou was teasing you as he slipped on his hoodie that he had to steal back from you. The day that you called him he was ready to break Bakugou’s jaw. He couldn’t believe what you had gone through and he partially felt like he was to blame for telling you about the girl, however you had the right to know that your boyfriend had been cheating on you. Shinsou had tried to make you as comfortable as he could but you were starting to get stir crazy.

“Why am I hiding when he’s the jerk who hurt me!” Shinsou shrugged as you threw his blanket off your body. You rolled out of his bed and stood in front of him pouting. He ruffled your hair while rolling his eyes at your outburst. He had dealt with multiple versions of you over the last few days. Sad, angry, regretful, spiteful, and any emotion in-between.

“Y/n, you don’t have to hide. You are safe with me, but you shouldn’t feel like you aren’t safe out there either. You can go back to your normal life. He won’t hurt you. I promise.” You knew that Shinsou was right and it was time to return to your normal life. Your arms wrap around him before you kiss his cheek thanking him. Before he can respond you run off to shower. He smiles to himself before calling out to you that he’s leaving and will see you later. After you shower you spend some time laying in bed texting Mina that you needed a girl’s day. She was in no way against it and told you she would meet you at her favorite coffee shop downtown. You changed into a cute skirt and one of Shinsou’s shirts that was a little baggy, that you tucked into the skirt. It was a casual and comfy outfit. You grabbed your purse and your phone before leaving the comfort of Shinsou’s apartment.

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“Y/N!” Mina had trapped you in her hug eliciting a laugh from you. She pulled away and grabbed your face looking you over for any sign or marks that you could have possibly obtained from Bakugou. “You’re okay right?”

“Yes Mina. I’m… I’m not really that okay. I’m still coping with Bakugou using me, cheating on me, just overall destroying me. I’m mad at myself for trusting him for as long as I had.” You leaned your head into Mina’s hand feeling shitty once again. Mina pinched the cheek against her palm causing you to groan in slight pain. She looked sad; she was sad. She cared so much about you and it broke her heart knowing that you were still suffering. She was still missing details of what happened, but she was able to piece some things together after Bakugou drunk called her apologizing for what he had done to you. She was sick to her stomach and wanted nothing more than to call you and apologize herself. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you.”

“Mina you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m a big girl, I’ll be okay. And I haven’t been dealing with it alone. I’ve been staying at Shinsou’s.” That once sad look was quick to change into one of cat like curiosity. You had said the magic words.

“Shinsou hm.” You shoved Mina as the two of you entered the shop to actually get coffee. “I NEED ALL THE DETAILS.”

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“Bakugou you can’t be serious.” Kirishima had been following Bakugou after they ended an all-nighter at work. Bakugou was ignoring Kirishima while heading to his destination. He had gotten a text from Kaminari that you were meeting with Mina. Kaminari hadn’t meant to send that information, he didn’t even remember sending it until Kirishima called him screaming about it. Bakugou already made up his mind, he needed to see you. To tell you how much he fucked up. He needed you back, for you to understand how much he loved you. He regretted everything he had said, he had done. Kirishima had tried to talk some sense into him but he failed. Bakugou thought what he was doing was right and stopping him meant nothing. No one gets in his way.

“Mina wait up you are walking to fast.” Mina had run ahead after seeing something in the widow of a shop that she thought would look amazing on you. You had to stop and let a few cars pass before trying to cross to meet your overly excited friend. The moment your foot moved forward your arm was yanked backward. You gasped before trying to pull it away from whoever grabbed you. As you turned to free yourself you came face to face with something worse than a stranger harassing you. Bakugou’s piercing red eyes were staring into yours, a jolt of fear rushed through you causing hair to stand up and your muscles to tense. People walked by with curiosity since neither of you tried hard to hide your identity. What was ground zero doing with Hero/Name? You didn’t care what random people on the streets were saying or thinking. What mattered right now was getting the hell away him. You yanked harder but his grip just tightened.

“Please, Y/n I need to talk to you.” His voice came out pleading. He was begging you to stay and listen but every fiber in your body told you to run or fight. You let your arm go limp like you were giving in. “Thank you.”

Bakugou smiled but that was literally smacked off his face when you swung your free arm back before delivering a swift punch. Bakugou grunted in pain letting you go so he could touch his hand to his nose. You hadn’t meant to hit him that hard but technically he shouldn’t have touched you, so it was justified. “Y/N!”

“Don’t Bakugou!” Bakugou had reached for you again while Kirishima ran at him trying to prevent this from escalating. Mina had realized what was going on by now and was running toward you. Her and Kirishima were trying to prevent exactly what was about to happen. Bakugou caught you before you could run. His hands held your arms tightly, the fingers digging aggressively into them. You could feel how hot they were, and you were scared that he would use his quirk. You didn’t want to show fear to him. Instead you mustered up a face of pure disgust. “You don’t get to touch me. LET GO OF ME!”

“Will you shut the hell up for a fucking second. I just wanted to talk to you. You disappeared and I had no idea where you went, and I was worried believe it or not. I’ve been kicking my own ass over the shit I said to you.” You stood there letting a man who cheated on you, a man who used you and hurt you, tell you that he was worried that he was regretful. He held you like you owed him this. That was all bullshit. Your shoulders shook as you dropped your head biting back tears that you felt he didn’t deserve. “I love you Y/n.”

The world had been moving just a moment ago and yet now everything seemed to stop. Time stood still but the words echoed. Mina and Kirishima faded out of existence leaving only you and Bakugou. If this was a romance movie it would be followed by you throwing your arms around Bakugou before kissing him. This was real life and you felt no positive emotions. Bakugou’s grip never loosened and his eyes remained staring intensely into your own. He wasn’t going to let you go till you responded. However, no matter how you responded if it wasn’t in favor to what he said then you may as well have remained silent. You felt your heart race from the stress he was forcing onto you. The regret reflected in the crimson orbs almost made you feel guilty. You had loved him. You had given him years of your love and he shattered in along with your trust. You had spend the week crying till your eyes were swollen, screaming until your lungs begged for a break, pleading with some other worldly being to help you get over this pain, and wondering what you could have done to prevent this from ever happening. To say you didn’t love Bakugou would be a lie. You loved him more than some stupid romance. You loved the way he growled in response when he was bothered, you loved the way he never gives up, you loved his honest laugh in which he truly thought something was funny or enjoyable, you loved the way he would kiss you and run his hand through your hair when he thought you were asleep. You loved and still love so much of him but as you look at him those feelings twist like gnarled tree branches and you feel yourself choking back vomit. When you closed your eyes you could picture a woman running her hands along Bakugou’s exposed body, you could hear them panting and moaning, you could hear the secretive whispers, and you could smell the sweet and salty after sex scent they would leave behind. These things were what you dealt with, they hallucinations that haunted you after his cruel revelation. The cheating wasn’t the only thing haunting you. His hands holding you against your will, his teeth biting into you with no consent, and the fingers that entangled into your hair pulling with enough force to bruise. You had experienced fights before, but this was had been different, you were afraid and disgusted with that version of Bakugou. This Bakugou in front of you was the same one just using sad eyes and words of endearment to trap you so he could lock you up properly and punish you for leaving.

“Y/n… please say something.” The world was moving or at least is seemed like you were a part of the rotation once again. People were watching the two of you, but you didn’t notice. You couldn’t break eye contact. Your lips were pressed so tightly together that you were afraid if you tried to open them, they would be glued shut. A dry mouth and cracking lips prompted you to have to unseal your lips as your drying tongue attempted to rehydrate your lips. What could you say that would make any of this better? Was there anything that could even be said anymore. You wanted this to just stop but didn’t know how to make that happen.

“Pro hero Mind Control has everybody on edge with the news of this important somebody he’s been hiding from us.” The moment you heard Shinsou’s hero name the world was back to normal. Your eyes broke from Bakugou’s turning to look directly at the large screen across the street. Shinsou’s figure stood proudly on the screen before it changed to an interview. You watched the woman across from him ask questions. “So, who is this mystery person that you claim means the world to you. Someone so important that you have taken off a week of hero duties to be with them. “

You were the only person on the street watching this interview play. Mina’s voice once again crossed your ears as she yelled at Bakugou to let you go. Kirishima was going to grab his friend but stopped when you gasped. Bakugou had harshly shook you to return your attention to him. His eyes held a little anger and he seemed to have lost patience. “Y/n –“

“This person is someone I love deeply; someone I’d do anything for. I want her to know what love truly is. I love Y/n L/n. Many of you know her as Hero/name…” The rest of the words faded off as you cried. Bakugou had you at the brink of them but hearing this message broadcast to the world had them freely spilling over. A laugh broke beyond your splitting lips. Your fingers dug into Bakugou’s hands yanking them off you. He looked co conflicted, anger and fear blended. You didn’t care about what he was feeling because you finally felt like something was okay. Your hands covered your mouth as you tried so badly not to squeal. You felt the happiness fade as your wrist was trapped in Bakugou’s grip. He wasn’t going to let you go without a proper answer especially now that the world knew what Shinsou thought of you. “Bakugou please let go of me. This… this is crazy. You need to let me go because I… I’m letting you go.”

Bakugou watched you pull your wrist free. He watched you look up at the screen as it played the end of the interview. A smiling Shinsou stood on the screen giving you the confidence you needed. Bakugou wanted to let you leave but he couldn’t. When he looked at your smile, he couldn’t help remembering the times it was for him. You were his everything and now you were slipping from his fingers and into the arms of another man. You turned away from Bakugou smiling at Mina who was also shedding tears. Kirishima finally moved forward and caught his best friend’s arm. Bakugou looked back at Kirishima who mouthed for him to stop. He quickly looked back at you. You were now wrapped safely in Mina’s arms. The two of you sharing a moment that would live with you forever. He let his shoulders drop before turning around. He shoved off Kirishima’s arm before his hands found a home in his jacket pockets. He left you under the screen, now playing an advertisement for some useless product, hugging your best friend while crying over a happiness that you deserved. He walked away, one million regrets coursing through his veins. The one thing he wouldn’t regret was you.

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“Where the hell are the rest of the guests.” You rolled your eyes while Momo held your face still. You could hear Mina bitching in the background about the missing members of your former class. She had made sure that everyone had been invited and was keeping tabs of who had arrived. You could hear Uraraka enter the room with an excited scream. She could see your refection in the large mirror in front of you. Mina grabbed onto the girl so they could be over excited together. You felt so much joy watching them feel this happy for you. Momo had been doing you hair and makeup for what felt like hours and you needed to get into the dress hidden behind the bag hanging on the door. You felt a million things; nervousness, excitement, utterly in love. Not once did you feel regret. You could never regret this. You were about to spend the rest of your life with the person that you loved and truly loved you. It had only been six months since the day you and Bakugou had the confrontation in the middle of a busy street, the same one that broadcast the life changing news.

“Y/n!” You turned after the third time your name was yelled. Mina was pouting holding up the dress. She had a shimmer in her eyes and you almost told her not to cry or she’d ruin her makeup. She’d just tell you to shut up. “Yes Mina.”

“It’s time.” All three girls in the room with you had that glossiness to their eyes as they watched you slip the dress on. It fit perfectly, like it was meant to. You were a different person as you stared at your reflection. This was something you had always dreamed about and here you were living a fantasy, but it wasn’t. It was reality. A knock on the door was followed by the voice of Sero. “Let’s get this show on the road ladies.”

The girls opened the door shoving through the waiting boys who were cackling until they saw you. Kaminari pretended to faint while Sero whistled. Both boys admired you and they honestly thought you looked beyond stunning. You were a single star in an almost pitch-black sky, you just needed to walk down an aisle to find another star so you wouldn’t be so lonely. The music started up and you nodded at your best friends. They smiled back leading the way to your destiny.

“Nervous?” Midoriya had whispered to Shinsou as he stood next to him. He looked over the crowd or friends and former classmates. They all watched with bated breath. You were the star of this event. Of course, Shinsou was nervous. He was marrying the girl of his dreams, the person that gave him purpose. Shinsou watched and when you arrived at the end of the aisle, he felt everything disappear. The guests were gone, his friends gone, the whole world meant nothing. It was black and you were the only light he could see. The way your hair was styled held together by pins and clips hidden underneath a white veil. You were a mystery that he already knew everything about. Like a child who still waited for gifts on Christmas but knew Santa wasn’t real. The way your skin shimmered like rare and brilliant gemstones made Shinsou feel like he wasn’t worthy. Your dress moved so smoothly around and against every curve and bump your body had. Your body made the dress gorgeous, gave it value. He couldn’t see your eyes behind the veil, but he could imagine them. They held stars in them, creating galaxies that he had gotten lost in so many times. Your eyes had depth to them, they told a story and its cliché but its his favorite story. Shinsou hadn’t realized he was crying until your hand gently touched his cheek. Your veil had been flipped over your head revealing your own tears. Shinsou leaned into your touch his own hand moving to cup your face as well. If it hadn’t been for the vows, he would have kissed you right then. You both shared a silent moment of unconditional love before the wedding continued.

The vows could have been skipped because anything you both had to say then you had already said before. No words could ever truly describe how you felt about each other because it was more than just words. Your relationship was based on actions, words, looks, gestures; everything and anything you both did for and around the other mattered as an expression of love. He had tried so hard to make up for everything you had to suffer, and he knew that you might have moments where you questioned him, but he always made sure to have answers or words of reassurance. He never wanted to hurt you and he swore on his life that he wouldn’t.

“I do.” You had spoken the binding words and Shinsou followed. The kiss was simple and yet it held so much meaning. It meant more than the rings. It was something Shinsou would never forget. Everyone cheered and some people cried. Mina was holding onto Uraraka both girls sobbing, Midoriya squeezed Shinsou’s shoulder giving him a thumbs up while his own ducts betrayed him.

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“You look so god damn beautiful.” A drunk Kaminari was hanging off you while you chatted away with guests. Mina yanked him off scolding him for his behavior before shooing him away. You laughed not minding at all. While you stood amongst friends who showered you with congratulations and compliments, Shinsou stood leaning against one of the walls near the bar. He had watched you cherishing these moments. He turned when he heard a familiar voice enter his vicinity. He turned in time to see Kirishima and Bakugou walking toward you. He was quick to make his way back to your side in case of any bad blood. Bakugou scoffed when Shinsou appeared but didn’t give him any attention. You smiled at the blonde and red head. Kirishima told you how happy he was for you before leaving the three of you alone.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.” It was the simplest exchange you had ever had with Bakugou, but it meant a lot to you both. He needed to know that you had finally found the love and happiness you desired and deserved. You needed to know that he was able to let you go without fight. He nodded and hugged you whispering his congratulations. You thanked him before Momo’s voice came over the speakers announcing the first dance starting. Shinsou waved you to the dance floor promising to join you in a moment. He waited for you to leave before looking at Bakugou. Bakugou waited for a threat or some kind of scolding but nothing came. Shinsou remained silent. Bakugou took this opportunity to speak.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I can tell you make her happy and that’s what really matters.” Shinsou still remained silent and Bakugou continued. “I do have a question though. Y/n said I had been cheating and in an angry moment I basically said I was even though I hadn’t done so. Shitty hair told me you told her you had seen me with some woman. I don’t remember going to that restaurant with anyone other than coworkers or interviewers.”

“I lied.” Bakugou stood there frozen with wide eyes. He slowly turned to catch a glimpse of Shinsou’s smirk and a slight darkness behind his eyes. “I lied to Y/n about seeing you with some broad. I knew she would believe me, and I had my doubts about your faithfulness. I should be thanking you for verifying my lie. You made a single lie into an irrefutable truth all because you wanted to hurt her”

Shinsou walked away heading toward you. He never spared Bakugou a second glance as he grabbed your hands kissing them. You giggled before the music began. Bakugou stood with Shinsou’s reveal on his shoulders. In the end he was the one who destroyed your trust but Shinsou admitted to planting the seed of doubt. But all that mattered now was your happiness, right?

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sourwormsaresour · 3 years

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Hey! Hope you’re doing awesome :-). I was just wondering what the relationship between La Squadra looks like? Do any members absolutely hate each other? Has their view on each other changed over the years? Sorry if this is too much, please don’t feel pressured to answer or even if it’s just Risotto’s view on his team would be awesome

No, you're all good! Thanks for sending me this!

I think all the members do get a long with each other despite only working with their specific partners at a time. I also like to think that they do stuff like play pranks, roast each other, or playfully push each other's buttons- but all in the name of fun and everyone eventually goes on with life. No one genuinely has a vendetta against each other. everyone respects each other's skills (occasionally joking about how one team member is better than the other, roasting each other, having inside jokes based on those roasts, etc.) and everyone knows their limits... most of the time.

Pranks, insults, and issues can go too far but fights and arguments caused by them are surprisingly rare with La Squadra. While mafia teams may have an authoritative approach where the leader rules with an iron fist and instills fear to avoid any conflict, Risotto encourages everyone to state opinions and address conflicts without judgment or consequences. His leadership style falls into the category of conflict management where conflicts should be viewed as a positive aspect that promotes creativity and builds trust over time rather than a negative one to avoid. He still has a final say in all matters and will use strict authority if necessary. However, Risotto strives to be transparent with the team in terms of explaining his decisions and discussing the team's goals.

Through this approach, he's quick to figure out everyone's skills and weaknesses, thinking process, and predict interactions based on whether they will end well or not. On top of that, as the elected leader of La Squadra and Risotto being proven to be careful about details and great with strategy, everyone has full confidence in his decisions and is loyal to him until the end as a result.

If members of La Squadra end up in a conflict that can't be resolved on its own, Risotto will step in as mediator; sometimes he orders the conflict to be resolved immediately if it's not going anywhere. Other team members not involved in the conflict will also work as a mediator in Risotto's stay. In that case, the team's most used mediator is Melone. Like Risotto, Melone can remember and apply his knowledge on everyone's abilities and lack thereof to predict and find ways of resolving issues, as implied from that fun fact sheet on him a while ago where it's stated he knows how to bring out the best in people, and his temperament allows him to be the voice of reason. He also uses it to subtly play mind games with everyone but that's another story.

If Risotto's orders to stop arguments make things worse or Melone isn't able to mediate a good resolution, Risotto will order a fight. He tries to not make this a frequent thing, but he will order the conflicting parties to fight each other as a last resort. In these fights, no Stands or weapons can be used, you're not fighting to murder your opponent, you must fight until Risotto tells you to stop, and no cheering or jeering from the others watching. Risotto reminds everyone that the whole point of these fights isn't to prove one side is right because they "won" or make fun of the other side for losing- it's to let out all pent up anger until both sides can finally reason with each other and serve as a punishment for failing to resolve their issues diplomatically. No one likes these fights, so everyone makes sure they do what they can to express their opinions properly and resolve their issues without lingering anger.

Of course, not everyone started out being chummy with each other. For example, Sorbet and Gelato used to absolutely hate each other for different reasons and used to never exist in the same room without arguments and even fights breaking out. Gelato saw Sorbet as the snobby rich kid who joined the mafia for fun and was too blindsided to understand the reality of being a gangster is. Sorbet saw Gelato as the impulsive maniac who shoots first asks questions later without any disregard to planning or the people around him. It wasn't until they became senior members of La Squadra (they joined the team before the current members joining, including Risotto) and witnessed the constant turnover caused by their team members dying one by one that they realized they were the only ones left and spent more time together. Through that time, they finally resolved their hatred for each other and realized how much in common they were.

Risotto does set up partners based on how well they click with each other, based on what the mission requires, and takes into consideration which members get along well with others. It's why Melone and Ghiaccio are super tight with each other and arguably in Risotto's inner circle due to their skills and their abilities to work with anyone on the team. Formaggio and Illuso, despite appearing like their enemies, are actually close friends. Compared to other members of the team, Formaggio is the most comfortable with Illuso's ego and superiority complex- he's able to quickly counter or throw a good comeback. Formaggio's similar ability to work with anyone allows him to also hold some managerial position in the team, as it's heavily implied how Formaggio himself has people working under him. Unfortunately, Prosciutto is the least easy to work with, as he is more strict with how things should go but also valued for his professionalism and skills. That's why he's often paired with Pesci and works as a mentor role rather than a partner one. Pesci initially spent much of his time with Sorbet and Gelato, seeing them as default parental figures (and it explains why he's able to figure out Sorbet was in the 36 frames based on the nail polish), but became Prosciutto's student almost around the time Sorbet and Gelato were going to find the Boss.

Unfortunately, there's not too much that we know of with relationships outside these partnerships and the difference in the manga and anime makes it kind of hard too. Melone in the manga is very close to Prosciutto and Pesci where he's in shock at seeing their bodies yet shows apathy in the anime. Formaggio also has a sort of mentorship view with Pesci, albeit more playful than Prosciutto yet we only get that from one scene of the anime. Everyone seems to be grossed out by Melone's actions in the anime yet there's none of that in the manga and the interaction between him and Ghiaccio before his death implies how Ghiaccio himself is unfazed by Melone's behavior- even finding it amusing. Prosciutto is often seen as a second-in-command by the fandom due to his mentorship role when Ghiaccio is the implied second-in-command and we don't know much about their relationship; could there be conflicts between them because of this or do they actually get along? Illuso, Formaggio, and Melone are often roped together because they're the most eccentric and therefore can vibe with each other, but we don't know much about their relationship in the anime and manga, apart from that one scene where Formaggio gets grossed out by Melone alongside Prosciutto and Pesci. Risotto works alone and prefers it so. Is it because he has trouble working with others or it's a defense mechanism? Does the team respect that or address their concerns about it? We haven't even considered Sorbet and Gelato's relationship with everyone else besides Pesci.

I think I rambled too much. 😅

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Anybody - N. Horan Imagine

NOTE: I sincerely appreciate everybody’s patience with me getting to requests. Sometimes its just nice to take a lil break and write a niall amnesia fic, ya know? anyways, here’s another requested imagine (i combined two because they were vv similar), enjoy!

“You’re telling us you’re still single?” The girl scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

It made your cheeks flame up incredibly and your stomach turn in guilt. Normally, this conversation would not have you so antsy or defensive if it had not been for Niall’s presence beside you. The idea to share lunch with the cast one day and have Niall tag along was entirely your idea, so there was nobody else to throw blame on. You were happy Niall agreed almost immediately to your proposal, despite knowing the repercussions if either of you somehow clued that you were together in front of your friends and especially in public.

Your lifestyles were definitely a commonality in your relationship. The constant interviews and public appearances were what led to the two of you introducing one another. You both had a disposition for complimenting people greatly, but had a difficult time taking them to heart. Your first meeting could be illustrated with the two of you gawking over each other’s work and red cheeks, with the subtle flirtatious remark thrown in. But it was the impetus for the exchanging of numbers, and a couple of dinners and intimate nights shared in the bedroom.

More importantly, it led you here at a restaurant surrounded by your costars for one of Niall’s favorite television shows and the man himself. He claimed it to be one of his favorites before he even met you, which you still doubt to be the truth, but you never pushed him for validity. The question from your costar, who could also be considered one of your closest friends, left both you and Niall stunned for a moment.

“Oh, come on. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“You’ve got guys crawling over you all the time.” Another chimes in. You could not argue his point; it happened every time you stumbled across a male fan of the show, over twitter direct messages or blatantly in response to something you posted online. Even during interviews some male hosts would flatter you in the objective to get in your pants, in spite of how clear you made your interests to be platonic.

“So, I can’t be independent and say ‘no’?” You raised your eyebrows, feeling inferior to your colleagues. Unlike them, having a public relationship was off of the table.

“You can. But admit it, you could literallu have anybody, Y/N.” Your friend looks around the table, earning many nods of agreement. You wish every day to wake up and just have the world know your secret. But it did not work like that.

Your publicist immediately refuted the idea of publicly dating when you mentioned your affair with the musician. She went ballistic, claiming you were insane to just post a picture of the two of you to your socials with the mindset of “whatever happens, happens”. It would lead to speculation, which will lead to a closer eye on the two of you and your every move, she argues. Her demands made you want to keep your mouth shut about your fear of being mobbed by cameras off of the red carpet before this conversation. She went on to say the longer you were “available” in the eye of the public, the more popular you would grow. Teenage boys would fawn over you, their girlfriends would google you to see what the hype about you was and hate-stalk you, which would result in a larger following.

Having that disappear all because you were off of the market would make your numbers plummet and lose grip of your male demographic. You were nearly tuning her voice out by this point, until she pointed out that Niall was probably in the same boat. Girl’s loved him; guys were fuming over him. Bigger album sales, followers for days, until the announcement that one of the world’s biggest heartthrobs is officially taken.

You informed Niall about the conversation later that day. And as much as he wanted to say it was bullshit, he could not. It was true. He had attempted many times to present the relationship reveal presentation to his manager and publicist, but both shut him down the moment he began to speak. As of now, both of you were bound by contract to keep your lips shut.

Niall’s aura screamed its independence, so there was no speculation circling him lately about a possible affair. You however, were fresh meat. The new, hottest thing one of few top, trending shows. Everybody wanted to know your whereabouts and who you we’re hanging around with everyday, all day. And it never really seemed to stop.

The night your followers on various media platforms doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled in a matter of hours was when you needed to turn off all receiving notifications. Messages, mentions and questions were flooded to your phone at such a rapid rate that your phone froze. If a photo was even published online of you hugging a man, you would be interrogated about it for the next five interviews following that day.

Recently, the man in question has been your co-star in the series, Ryan. It was clear in the show that your and his character had major chemistry, but outside of the set, Ryan acted like more of a brother figure than anything. He would scare you whenever you turned random corners in the studio, ruffle your hair and bicker with you at any opportunity.

Many gossip news sources were asking both you and your co-star if the relationship between your characters was the same on-screen and off-screen. But it seemed the countless amounts of “no’s” you both delivered immediately after the question was asked was not enough. The other day, a video of him handing you a water bottle with a smile gained thousands of views overnight, as well as theories that you two were hiding a relationship from the public. It could not be further from the truth, but you and Ryan knew it was useless to comment otherwise.

In fact, everybody around you was discouraging the idea to cancel the rumors. All except one person, who always seemed to be cheering you on in your worst moments. And by the eighth week and hundredth photo of you and Ryan allegedly “confirming” your relationship, you had enough.

You stormed into Niall’s apartment with hot feet. You passed by him and paced his kitchen, while he sat up from the couch. Turning down the volume on the golf match playing on the television, he ventures after you and into the kitchen, finding you scavenging his fridge.

“Hang on.” You held up a finger, before retrieving a cold bottle of booze from the fridge. Niall eyes you carefully in your haste to grab the bottle opener already accessible off of his kitchen island and pop the bottle cap off the drink and down half of it. While you guzzle down the drink, Niall gulps, licking his lips.

Chugging a beer, as weird as it sounded, was one of the hottest things Niall had witnessed you do to date.

“Okay,” you slammed the near empty bottle down, taking a deep breath of preparation. “Go ahead.”

“What happened?” He already knew the answer, but it could not hurt to ask. He figured if it bothered you too much to speak about it, you would deny answering. But, considering he was the only person who allowed you to rant to him, you were not going to throw away the opportunity to do so.

“More shit about me and—” That’s the farthest you could let Niall peek at your day before a familiar ringing noise sounds in the kitchen. Niall releases a sigh as you collect your phone from your back pocket, seeing who was calling.

“It’s Ry—”

“Take it. It’s okay.” Niall assures, without you even having to ask. You nod, promising to be quick, though he knew it would be at least twenty minutes before your attentions could turn back to him. That is, if another article was not sent to you about the situation.

“Hey…yeah I saw…” you eye Niall strolling out of the kitchen, his bare back and tense muscles prominent from your view. “Uh huh…” you murmur, before you and Ryan are venting about your day to one another. All of the interrogations at interviews, the photos people had snuck while touring the set, and the trailer for the newest episode that was just dropped. The trailer went viral within two hours because your editors and marketing team decided to include the kissing scene your two character’s shared in that episode along with the montage of other points. By the time you had ended the call, you found Niall showered and lying on his bed. The television in the living room was black, a sign that the golf match ended much earlier.

“Hey…sorry about that.” You mumble, crawling into his bed beside him.

“It’s okay…I assume you don’t want to talk about your day?” He inquires, looking down as you wind an arm over his stomach.

“W-what makes you…”

“I mean, I don’t want you to waste your breath or anything. Judging by the earful you gave Ryan it must’ve been juicy.” Niall remarks through his teeth.

“I was just—”

“Because why waste your time talking to me about it, right?”

“Niall! Stop!” You yell, allowing a heavy silence to fall in between you two. You take your arm away from his middle and sit up, brows scrunching. “Why are you acting like this?” You ask, tone quieter.

“I…don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m just…I’ve been in my head a lot lately. Thinkin’ about lots of things.” He huffs, turning his gaze down to his legs.

“Like?”

“Like…us.” He answers, face solid.

“What about us?” You hesitate with a trembling voice.

“Well, more like how there isn’t an us.” Niall mumbles, voice gravelly. “To everyone else, anyway.” He breathes, trying a smile but with no avail. The sight delivers a brutal sting to your heart.

“Niall…”

“I know we can’t tell anybody; I know.” He rushes out before you could remind him. “But shit, can we at least act like they do when you’re here?” Your lips part, but fail to generate the right words. “Because right now it kind of seems like I don’t exist when Ryan calls and—and when I ask about your day first but he interrupts, it seems like I can’t get a sound out of you after about it. And damnit, Y/N, I want to hear about it! All of it! And having to listen through the walls just to know you’re okay…”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“I see what everybody else does. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.” You nod, biting your lip to hold back tears much like Niall was doing judging by his crackling voice. The only reason you really spilled your guts to Ryan was that he was in the same exact position you were in, so he would understand you the most. But that was not entirely true. Because right in front of you sat Niall, who was hiding just as much as you were for the same exact reasons.

“I’m…I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Yeah,” Niall sniffs, “who could blame ya? Ya never have time to ask.”

“And that’s not right.” You shake your head, bringing your body up to straddle his lap. After swinging a bent leg over both of his, and situating yourself over his thighs, you stare into his eyes with a shameful gaze. “It should never be like that. I should tell you about my day, and ask you about yours and…I’m sorry, Niall. I’m so sorry I haven’t.”

“It’s okay—” He tilts his head down, but your hand grabs a hold of his chin scraggly with hair and lifts it back up.

“No, it’s not.” You decree. “To be honest, the reason I never really talk about it is because…I thought it wouldn’t matter to you?” At your admission, Niall’s eyes bulge. The feeling of his warm hands flying to your hips calms both of you to an extent.

“Why would ya think that, love?”

“Wouldn’t you be annoyed hearing me rant about some guy people think I’m dating?” Niall nods his head, understanding your point.

“I suppose…but I’d be angry with you. I’d be on your side.” Niall guarantees with a firm squeeze to your sides. It makes a giggle bubble up from your throat, and a smile crawl up to his lips at the sound of it resounding against his bedroom walls. After bringing his hands in yours and lacing your fingers together, you say, “I’m sure you would. You’d hold me…pleasure me…sing me to sleep.” You smirk, watching Niall grow flush beneath you at his noticeable methods of affection.

“Ryan can’t do any of that.” You bite your lip.

“Damn right he can’t! You’re mine.” Niall looks you up and down, pulling your chest closer to his.

“And I’ll start taking that into consideration more. Now, how about I pleasure you this time to start?” You raise your eyebrows.

“I like the sound of that.” His hand starts to reach up to comb through your hair, but the boisterous rings of your phone interfere once again. Niall heaves a breath and sits back, all while you roll your eyes and reach out for the phone.

“Hey, Ryan.” Niall looks up at you, expecting in less than a second to be off of his lap. But he is rather surprised at the feeling of your hand reaching up to tug the loose sweats down off his waist. “You mind if we talk tomorrow? My boyfriend and I are kind of in the middle of something.” You answer with a smirk, watching Niall’s eyes grow right before you. Ryan’s screams of puzzlement could be heard by Niall as you dragged the phone away from your ear and ended the call. And soon, your grip made its way back to Niall’s boxers with a devious smirk on your lips.

“Now, where were we?”

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