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Ritual || Boxer!Tom Smut

boxer!tom x reader — smut.

summary ↠ with the championship fight less than two weeks away, tom adopts a series of frustrating pre-match rituals.... based off the request ↠ ‘boxer!tom refuses to have sex for two weeks before a big match then he wins a belt and becomes the top boxer and his s/o patches him up like she does after every match, but it quickly turns into really intense victory sex with dom!tom’ I changed a couple bits but this is pretty much the same :)) warnings ↠ this gets very, very smutty. for that reason, 18+ pls !! extended nsfw warnings are beneath the cut but this spirals into v intense smut. so just. watch out pls. word count ↠ 8k a/n ↠ I almost died when I wrote this. truly. I felt a piece of my soul leave my body. sheeeesh. anyway uh... this was a lot of fun to write! I found out so many fun facts about sports psychology whilst researching this, so thanks boxer!tom for enlightening me on the fun world of pre-match-rituals. enjoy!

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extended nsfw warnings: fem masturbation, oral (fem and male receiving), mentions of vibrating egg, edging and denial, dirty talk, reader definitely has a pain kink (...): biting, spanking + hair pulling, face-fucking, dom!tom, rough sex™️, shower shenanigans, doggy-style, unprotected sex — please wrap before you tap if you do this irl thank you very very much !!

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Thump. Smack. Thump.

Tom’s fists rain down over the punching bag, and there’s a metallic clicking sound as the object goes spinning in the air. You watch as he pirouettes around the bag, dodging its movements between swings, getting in hit after hit after hit. He slowly works his way around the object, his face screwed into an expression of empowered determination as he alternates which bright red glove he uses to pound against the fabric.

You sigh, loudly, the sound dying in the near-empty gym. There’s just something about Tom in the days preceding a fight that makes you squirm.

He’s different. Still the man you know and love so effortlessly, but heightened in the most attractive ways. His senses pull sharper, his jaw carrying a firm line to it, his eyes like roaring fires. As Tom pounds his fists against the bag, his sweaty brown curls stick to the top of his forehead, contrasting the bright pink tones staining his cheeks. You watch the muscles in his arms tense and flex, pale skin on display due to the tight black vest that clings tightly to his torso. You know if he turned around properly, you’d be able to make out the sunken lines of his abs, packed rigidly with muscle.

You bite your lower lip, stifling a moan. You find Tom attractive enough under normal conditions, let alone when he’s like this: eyes glowing with determination, body burning with passion as he takes swing after swing at the punching bag like he’s got a personal vendetta against it.

“Having fun?”

You startle, clutching at your chest as you turn around to look at Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s sports psychologist. A frown instantly springs out across your mouth, and you reach up to begrudgingly take the bottle of water he offers you.

“I hate you,” you grunt. You sit up a little straighter before leaning back against the wall. You’re waiting for Tom to finish his workout, sitting on one of the benches in the gym. You’d started out the session sparring together, but you’d called quits after twenty minutes against him. Unlike Tom, you don’t have the biggest fight of your career in two weeks—and, honestly, you enjoy watching him like this more than you enjoy trying to keep up with him in the ring.

Harrison frowns as he drops to sit beside you, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m wounded, love,” he says, smirking at you. “What have I done this time?”

You roll your eyes. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Haz.”

Harrison raises an eyebrow, tutting. “You know this is for the best, Y/N.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Fuck the best.”

When Harrison had joined Tom’s team at the start of the season, he’d come boasting all the new sciences of a young university graduate. He’d suggested Tom adopt a series of rituals to help him focus before a big match—small things, initially, like taking cold showers and limiting the time he spends on his phone. Yet, as the competition has progressed and Tom has risen further and further up the ranks, the rituals have grown more intense, more focused. It’s reached the point that now, two weeks before the big match, Tom has reached his final form. As instructed, he visits the sauna every other day, receives daily massages from the most esteemed sports therapists in Europe, drinks multiple cups of pure, fresh herbal tea a day. There are no distractions—his phone is permanently on silent, he’s cut out naps, he’s eliminated music. No distractions, no impurities, no sex.

No sex, because according to Harrison, nothing gets adrenaline rushing and frustration festering like an extended period of denial. No sex, which is a problem, for you, because Tom has never looked as fit as he does now, launching himself at the punching bag, sweat dripping down his forehead. His biceps flex and bulge and you have to cross your legs as you tighten your grip on the water bottle.

“He’ll win,” Harrison mutters, lowly. You glance towards him, taking in the sight of the older man with his face doused in the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym. “He’s good. Got the best form I’ve ever seen.” He lowers his voice, glancing at you shrewdly. “Don’t distract him, alright? He’s on fire.”

You grumble something incoherent beneath your breath before sighing and sitting up straighter.

“It’s fucked that you get to decide when I get laid, Haz. You know that, right?”

He raises an eyebrow, cheeks blushing a light pink. “Uh, well, I didn’t actually know that he’d go through with that part of it,” Harrison admits. “But if it works, don’t knock it. He wants to win.”

You sit back, resting your shoulders against the wall as you groan. “I want him to win, too,” you say. You look down at your fingers, playing with some of the rings sitting behind your knuckles. “I think it’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

Both of you look back at Tom, who’s ditched the gloves. You watch him talk with his coach, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he nods, looking focused as he listens to the pointers and tips. You release a relieved sigh as Tom’s coach pats him on the back and walks off, leaving Tom to pick up his towel and his bottle before sauntering over to you and Harrison.

“Hi.” Tom tosses his stuff onto the bench before reaching for your hands. He pulls you up easily and quickly, causing you to squeal as you find yourself in his arms. He’s hot, his entire body flushed with the sweaty, adrenaline-filled afterglow of a good, long workout, and you laugh as he dives down to kiss your neck, soft curls tickling you. “Missed you, darling.”

He works his way up your neck, nibbling softly at your skin before pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your chin, and then, finally, your mouth. It’s light, but then you push against him eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him deeper. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan happily as you enjoy the feeling of Tom, his skin warm and flushed, his pulse vibrating against you, and his mouth, coming over yours again and again.

“I’m right here,” Harrison mutters, speaking up from behind you. You groan, give Tom a final kiss, and then begrudgingly pull back.

“Sorry,” you call out, stepping closer to Tom as you turn your head to look at Harrison. Tom’s arms come around your waist, and he holds you nearer, humming as he presses his face into your shoulder. “You can always leave.”

Harrison rolls his eyes as he flips you off, causing Tom to chuckle.

“Y/N,” Tom mumbles, voice fond. “Harrison can stay if he wants to stay. I was thinking we could all go get dinner or something.”

To your relief, Harrison is quick to shake his head. He pulls on his jacket as he looks between you and Tom, his eyes lingering on you for a moment as they twinkle with amusement.

“It’s fine. I’ll leave you both alone. I think Y/N’s had enough of me, anyway.” He’s teasing, and you all know it, but you still throw out an easing pout as you shrug.

“Night, Haz,” you say, leaning further into Tom, who echoes your sentiments. As soon as Harrison’s gone, Tom spins you in his arms, his brown eyes bright and glowing with adoration. He kisses you again, and you sigh as you melt further into him, the spark in the pit of your stomach roaring back to life as Tom’s tongue teases your lower lip.

“Come shower with me,” Tom murmurs, hands roaming your back. He pecks the side of your mouth a few times as you hum.

“I can’t,” you find yourself saying, though it pains you considerably. Tom abruptly stops his kisses.

“Why not?” He pouts, pulling back to stare at you. He looks a little bit like an injured puppy, eyes wide with hurt. He squeezes your waist for emphasis.

“We’re in the two-week window, Tom,” you remind him. You reach up, lightly cupping his very hot, very sweaty face, in your palm. “You know we can’t.”

He groans, then dramatically lets his forehead fall to rest on your shoulder. You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you let him pout and rub his back.

“I love you,” he says, after a moment. He pulls back, kissing your neck briefly before sighing. “Thanks for putting up with this.”

“It’s okay.” You bite your lip, tilting your head to the side as you examine him carefully. “It’s kind of hot. You get so frustrated.”

Tom just narrows his eyes, staring at you with an expression mixed between amusement and frustration.

“Go on, champ,” you say, pushing his shoulder gently. “Go shower so we can go home, yeah?”

Tom begrudgingly steps back, opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he’s going to try and change your mind again, but he doesn’t. As much as you know he wants to drag you into a steamy cubicle, his desire to win his match is stronger.

“Be back soon, darling,” he says. “Don’t miss me too much.”

———

The days burn by slowly.

About a week in, you find yourself snapping. You always try to adopt pseudo-chastity with Tom, feeling a little guilty every time you sneak your hand between your legs and chase the highs he can only dream about finding. Yet, you end up reaching breaking point and giving in to temptation one evening, alone in your flat. Tom’s out late at the gym, at the point in the regime where he’s spending most of his days hauled up in the large building, and you just can’t help yourself: you’re so horny.

If you asked him to get you off, you know he’d agree, never wanting to deny you anything. Tom loves you, loves watching you fall apart for him, loves the power trip that comes with knowing your pleasure is in his hands, but you’d just feel too mean. His refusal to have sex in the lead up is as much psychological as it is anything else—you know he finds energy in the ritual, finds aggressive, fiery hormones in the fourteen days of denial. You’d never want to put him in the position where he got tempted to break, no matter how badly you want to cum.

So, you decide to take care of your ache yourself. Or, at least, you try to.

You start off strong. Teasing yourself over your panties, drawing your fingers over the front of your covered sex. You let your eyes flutter shut as you think about Tom, recounting some of the last few sessions you’ve witnessed at the gym. You think about him, his biceps flexing and curling, the subtle curves of his long, slender fingers, his mouth. His features blur, and you find yourself moaning as you dip your fingers beneath the soft cotton and start to stroke your folds. You circle your clit for a while before dipping down to your entrance, touching the pool of your arousal and groaning as you wet your fingers. As your arousal starts to build, you tease your clit, accompanying the action with your other hand after a while. It feels good—so, so good—as you tease your g-spot with your fingers, keeping your thumb on your clit, edging, and edging, and edging, and—

You can’t cum.

A frown settles on your face as you start to grow frustrated. You try to change things up, slowing your movements, letting the high ebb away before trying again. Instead of reaching climax like you crave, you find yourself resting on the edge instead. You’re aroused, your cunt throbbing, your clit tingling, but you can’t quite get there. It’s frustrating.

You’re so caught up in your irritation that you miss the loud slam of the front door, too absorbed in the sounds of your wetness to hear Tom’s yell of greeting. Your eyes are shut as your boyfriend enters the bedroom. You’re not aware he’s home until you hear him tutting, his voice stacked full of amusement and lust. Your eyelids flutter open, and you find yourself looking at him, wide-eyed like a deer stuck in the headlight.

“T-Tom,” you whimper, your movements stilling. You have your legs spread wide open, two fingers buried in your heat, your other hand draped over your bud. A shy smile finds its way across your lips as you batter your eyelashes at him, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of your boyfriend, drowning in a black hoodie and tight blue denim jeans. His hair lies in fresh, air-dried curls, his eyes dark pools of lust. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Tom repeats, imitating your tone. He pushes himself away from the bedroom wall, walking towards you like a lion stalking his prey. You whimper when he reaches down to touch your leg, sliding his hand over your shin teasingly. His eyes glint as he hears you, gaze fixed on the spot between your legs where your hands have stilled. “Oh, please don’t stop on my account, darling,” he teases, smirking. “Keep going. Just because I can’t have fun, doesn’t mean you should have to suffer too.”

You bite your lip, recognising all too well the teasing glint in his eye.

“I can’t,” you admit, shifting around on the mattress as Tom kneels on the end of the bed. Both of his hands are on your legs now, slowly, teasingly, dragging his touch up your shins. Your breath hitches as he slowly works his way up, dipping his head so he’s able to kiss each of your knees, his lips warm and tender.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

He’s lying down, settled between your legs, slowly kissing up the inside of one of your thighs. It’s hard to concentrate with him so close to your centre.

“Can’t get there,” you mutter, slowly pulling both of your hands away from your mound, leaving you exposed. Tom leans up, raising his eyebrows until you offer him the fingers you’d had buried inside your entrance. He hums as he sucks on your fingers, the sight of him making you moan softly. “I get so close, but I can’t get over the edge.”

Tom licks at the tips of your fingers before releasing them, smirking slowly. “What a shame,” he drawls, sounding the opposite. Both of his hands go to the soft sides of your thighs, and you let him pry your legs apart. He’s so close to your cunt that you can feel his warm breath fanning out across your bud, your folds, your entrance. “Looks like neither of us can cum this week, hmm?”

Before you can reply, Tom drops his head and buries it between your legs. You cry out, sensitive from your edging, your clit throbbing as you feel his tongue, warm and wet, circling the bud. His hands push your hips back down, holding you firmly in place as he moans, drawing his mouth all over your sex.

“Stay still, darling,” he murmurs, voice thick. He glances up at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Be a good girl and let me have a little taste.”

Your eyes roll back, and you try to lie as still as possible. Tom’s fingers slip into your cunt, exploring your passage, curling up against your g-spot as you whimper.

“So good,” you moan, already feeling your climax twitching in the pit of your stomach. One of your hands goes down to grab at his hair, digging into his curls and keeping his face exactly where you need it, and the other fists the sheets. Your chest rises and falls, your heavy pants mixing with the sounds of Tom’s fingers, fucking your wet heat, and his tongue, teasing the life out of your tender clit. “Please, please.”

“Hmm, you don’t want to cum, do you?” Tom’s words are coupled with a gradual slow in his pace, and you feel your orgasm drifting away as he stills his fingers. He laps over your clit a final time before sitting up a little straighter, looking at you straight on as his chin glistens. “If I don’t get to cum, it doesn't seem fair that you do either, does it?”

His voice is hypnotising, and when his free hand goes to rub warm circles on your inner thigh, you find yourself nodding, transfixed.

“I- I guess.”

Tom smirks, dropping his lips so he can kiss your clit, lightly.

“Are you going to wait for me, sweetheart?” He asks, pink lips puffy and inflamed.

You bite your lip. “Tom,” you whimper, frowning when he lets his fingers pull away from your heat. You watch as he licks his digits clean, still with that wide, confident smirk on his face.

“Hm?” Tom kisses your thigh. “I can make you cum, if you really want to, darling. Just thought it might be nice to do this together.” He rolls both of his hands over your legs, battering his eyelashes at you. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while. Just think about how good it’ll be to wait until next Saturday.” He pushes himself up your body, anchoring himself with a strong arm either side of your head as he suspends himself above you. Tom kisses you, roughly, but only for a moment, letting your lips pull apart when he feels you trying to slip your tongue into his mouth. “Let’s do this together, yeah?”

You hum, thinking on it for a moment, but the scent of his cologne and his fresh shampoo scramble your mind. You find yourself nodding, distracted by the glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you agree, rolling your eyes when he grins. “We’ll do it together.”

“Good girl.” Tom kisses you, grinning against your lips. “This is going to be fun.”

———

If you’d thought the sex ban was difficult to cope with in the first week, it only gets harder in the second. After giving Tom the green light to have his way with you, he seems to channel all his frustration into you—or, more specifically, into making you as frustrated as possible. He teases you, makes you squirm, beg, cry, letting his mouth wander over your sex or his fingers explore you, any time, any place he feels like it. He never allows you to roll over your edge, just watches, usually smirking, as you try to convince him to let you climax, only to kiss you, softly, and pull away each time.

It happens in the locker room—he pushes you up against the metallic lockers and slips his fingers into you, whispering gentle words with sinful intent.

“Gonna stay quiet for me, darling? Cunt feels so desperate... So tight, so hot. Fucking snug around my fingers, aren’t you? Shh… I know, I know. Feels good for you too, doesn’t it?”

In the showers, when you’re both hot and steamy—Tom drops to his knees and slings one of your thighs over his shoulder, nuzzling his face into your heat.

“Wish I could taste this pussy for the rest of my life, love. Tastes like paradise.”

It even happens in the gym, when he pushes a vibrating egg into you and enjoys teasing you, never warning you before he ups the pace of the bullet, watching with that signature mischievousness on his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, love… I can see the way you’re squirming for me. Bet you’re making a mess in those panties, hmm? Yeah… You can’t hide from me.”

It drives you crazy—beyond crazy. If you thought you’d been mad at Harrison before, you’re practically incandescent with rage by the time fight night comes around.

As your frayed arousal combines with the nerves of the big night, you find yourself alone with Tom, half an hour before the most important match of his career. Your priorities have shifted, your mood sobered by the situation.

“Visualise it,” you murmur, voice soft. You roll your hands over Tom’s shoulders. “Think about how good it’ll feel to hold that belt in your hands.”

Tom hums. He’s sitting on one of the hard wooden benches in the locker room. You’re kneeling behind him, occasionally dropping your lips to kiss the top of his head. After months of supporting him before a fight, you know exactly what he needs: you, touching him, grounding him. He doesn’t like distractions so near to the fight, which is why he has his eyes closed. Whenever he opens them, it’s only to look at the bright red gloves settled in his lap. You know that he appreciates you, even when he’s unable to vocalise it, too lost in his thoughts.

“You’ve trained your whole life for this moment, Tom. You deserve it.”

It’s a mantra. Harrison had taught it to you. Small words of affirmation, repeated softly over the lead-up, speaking them into existence. Tom hums, listening intently.

“You’re going to win,” you speak, your own eyes shut. You focus on the feeling of his shoulders, packed firm with muscles between your hands. “You’re going to win, and then you’re going to fuck me.”

Tom shifts, his posture straightening a little, and your eyes widen as you realise you’ve let your inner thoughts interrupt the ritual.

“I don’t think that’s on Harrison’s script, darling,” he mutters, voice amused.

You reach forward, drawing one of your hands over his forehead. Your fingers play with his hair, and you scrunch up your nose as you chastise yourself for your deviation.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Just fucking horny. Your fault.”

“Mm, sorry.” Tom grunts when you pull on his hair a little harder, and you repeat the action. “Fuck, love.” He groans louder and tilts his head to the side, exposing the pale column of his neck. “Give me a hickey?”

You oblige, dipping your head so you can rest your lips on his neck. “Where?” You ghost your lips over varying points on his skin, teasing him with light nibbles.

“There,” Tom mutters. One glance at his face confirms he’s still got his eyes shut. When you give in to his desire and start to suck a deep hickey to his skin, he grunts and reaches up to grab at your hands, squeezing your fingers roughly. “Shit.”

“There you go,” you say, voice soft as you pull back.

“Thanks, love,” Tom mutters. “Want to wear it in the ring. Good luck charm.”

You bite your lip, your centre throbbing as you listen to him. You kiss the mark, stained dark against his skin.

“You’ve got this, Tom,” you whisper, redirecting your lips to his ear. His neck prickles with goosebumps when you kiss his earlobe, softly. “You’re going to win, then you’re going to come back, and we’ll celebrate together. Okay?”

Tom’s still holding your hands, firm and eager, and you smile against his neck when he squeezes them.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I’ll win. I’ll do it for you.”

You kiss the back of his head, his soft curls gentle against your cheeks.

“Love you, champ.”

He coaxes one of your hands to his face and kisses the back of your palm.

“Love you too, darling.”

———

The atmosphere sharpens when Tom gets out to the ring.

It’s a big match. The press is here, the fight streamed live to thousands of people across the world. As Tom strides into the ring to take on his opponent, you settle at the side of it, looking up through the ropes with Harrison by your side.

Tom starts off strong—a few hard jabs here, some quick punches there. He dodges and rolls, his bright red gloves raining down over his opponent. Yet, both Tom and his rival are the best of their class, so it’s a nail-biting half-hour spent with your fingers crossed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he throws everything he has into the ring.

When they break halfway through the match for a few minutes of respite, you’re quick to slip up into the ring and assist Tom’s trainer as they patch up his injured hand. Tom doesn’t say anything, his teeth frozen in the hard white mouth guard, but he squeezes your hand before you step out again, and you know he’s still in there.

The second half only gets more intense—both of them knowing how close the match is, and adjusting accordingly. Tom and his opponent are more reckless, more brutal, and you watch your boyfriend take risks he’d promised to never try to take. It leaves you an anxious mess, but you can’t help but watch him in awe.

Tom’s time in the ring is a performance, beautifully violent, elegantly composed. Spit sprays, sweat drips, blood rolls. He’s loud—very vocal, his sounds almost brutish. His eyes glint black, brown curls stiff with sweat, face on fire. You find it incredibly attractive to watch him in his element, not just because he physically looks incredible, but also because he’s so utterly committed to his trade that everything else fades away. His passion burns, scorches the ground, ripples over his opponent, and in the end, Tom rises, and his rival sinks.

It’s close, and though you have the suspicion that your boyfriend might have snagged it, you hold your breath until it’s confirmed. Your grip on Harrison’s hand is so tight that he curses, but you don’t release it until the MC yells Tom’s name as champion and thrusts his arm triumphantly into the air.

The arena explodes. Your ears ring as you clap and cheer, tears of pride pooling in your eyes. The first thing Tom does is turn around, looking at you with an expression of elated shock on his face. Then, after accepting the belt and speaking a few hurried words of thanks into the microphone of the leading journalist, he comes straight to you.

“Tom!” You exclaim, shaking from emotion. It’s a blend of adrenaline, pride and nerves, cooling your body, making you quiver. Tom reaches down from the ring and grabs both of your hands, jerking you up to him. You dodge past the ropes, almost tripping in his haste, but he grabs you.

Still with the bright stage lights blinding the ring, Tom sweeps you into a deep, passionate kiss, his hot hands burning into your waist. You release a loud noise of surprise, taken entirely off-guard but rolling with the punches. Tom pushes you back against the ropes of the ring as your hands curl into his sweaty hair, and your brief hope that they’ve stopped broadcasting live is set aside as Tom comes closer, caging you in with his buff arms. It’s messy and dirty, his tongue twisting against yours, lips firm, intense, but it’s everything. As you let go of the tension you’d been harbouring all evening, another very prominent emotion burns to the surface: arousal.

“I fucking did it,” Tom breathes finally, forehead pushed to yours. He sounds so proud of himself that it makes you smile, tears reappearing in your eyes as you nod.

“You did,” you confirm. You pull on his hair and push him back so you’re able to see his eyes, dark and hungry. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

He stares into your eyes for a moment, and then kisses you again, with so much intensity it knocks your breath from your lungs. When he pulls back, he uses one very hot hand to cup your cheek, holding you tightly.

“I have to do some interview shit,” Tom says, grimacing. He tilts his head at the championship belt, which now lies on the floor of the ring, discarded. He’s smirking as he brings his gaze back to you. “Meet me in the locker room? Ten minutes.”

You nod.

“Don’t be late.”

———

You wait for Tom in the team’s locker room, taking the time to lock all of the side doors that lead out from the room. His team has been around the two of you for long enough to know that it’s best to give you a wide berth in the few hours after Tom’s won a match, but you can never be too sure. Once you’re finished with that, you go to the liberty of pulling off your shoes, your jumper, and all the jewellery you’d put on for the night.

Then, you wait.

You wait, and you think about how magnificent Tom had looked as he’d fought, arms flexing, jaw set firm in a focused grimace. You rewatch the scenes of him thrusting the belt into the air, yelling elatedly. You think about how fucking mad he’s made you feel over the last two weeks, edging you and denying you, over and over again. It feels as though you’ve been permanently aroused for seven days straight, and now is no exception: just from spending all evening ogling him, you can feel your arousal wetting the front of your panties.

“Fuck,” Tom exclaims, suddenly bursting into the locker room. You turn around to watch him sling the championship belt over his shoulder as he hurries to flick the lock on the main door, knowing the routine as well as you. When he gets it, he turns and stalks over to you, picking up into a jog. “That took so fucking long,” he groans. He throws the belt away and pulls you from the bench, pushing you until your back bumps up against one of the metal lockers. Tom grins, his nose pressing to yours as he smothers you, hands back on your hips, forehead to yours, breath spreading over your face. “Couldn’t wait to get back here and see you.”

You draw your hands over his back, feeling his muscles tense and flex.

“Just see me?” You ask, ghosting your lips over his.

Tom tightens his grip on your waist. “No,” he mutters darkly. He kisses you, only for a second, but very hard. “Couldn’t wait to get back here, rip your clothes off, and finally give you everything you deserve.”

“Everything I deserve?” You raise your eyebrows, running your hands lower. “I think you deserve more, baby.” You smirk against his lips. “You just won the biggest fight of your life.”

“That’s true…” Tom steps back, only for a moment, and you watch as he reaches beneath the waistband of his gym shorts and grunts. A second later, he pulls out the hard protective cup that shields his lower half from injury in the ring, and he groans, loudly, his forehead pressing to yours. “I’m so fucking hard, darling,” he whines. He steps closer, and you feel him, stiff as a rod, pressing into your thigh. “Need to get it out of me.”

You nod, your head moving back as Tom runs a hand over your throat and tilts it to the side. His lips attack your neck, biting hard kisses to the side of your throat that make you moan, your pulse feeling strong between your legs.

“Shit,” you curse. “Get in the shower.”

Tom sucks a harsh hickey just below your ear before pulling back to wiggle his eyebrows. “The shower, eh?”

“Yeah.” You step out of his hold and start to tear off your clothes, your skin rippling with heat. “Gonna suck you off.” You fling your t-shirt to the ground and roll down your jeans, watching as Tom does the same. “Then… Then, you can fuck me… Shit, I’m definitely going to need you to fuck me.” You throw your bra aside and then push down your panties, the waistband rolling in on itself due to your speed. “I’m so wet, Tom.”

“You don’t need to convince me,” Tom says, eyes taking in your bare form. “Been dreaming about feeling you again, love.” He finally pulls down his boxers, and his hard cock springs out. “Two weeks is far too long. Get over here.”

Tom grabs your hand and tugs you into one of the wide shower cubicles. Both of you curse as he turns the valve and the water comes out freezing cold, but the stark contrast to the raging fire burning up your insides is nice.

You kiss him for a while, as the two of you get soapy and Tom washes away the grime. His skin is soft beneath your hands and the noises he makes as you massage his dodgy shoulder would be erotic enough without the presence of his cock, hard and leaking precum, resting between your thighs. You make out for a while, savouring every moment and enjoying the fact you’re now able to kiss him for longer than two seconds without worrying about exciting him too much. It’s still just as intense as before, but less hurried, and more passionate—Tom’s fingers pushing your damp hair out of your face, water droplets rolling down your figures. To be so bare in front of him and have him so ravenous for you makes you want him more than anything.

“Get back,” you murmur, pushing his shoulders. Tom obeys, his body pressing against the yellow tiled wall. You run a trail of kisses down his torso, paying attention to both of his pecs before his abs, then his v-line. Your knees bend, and you kneel on the floor, kissing up his thighs briefly before finally taking him in hand.

“Fuck-” Tom yells. His hands wind into your hair, flat palms grasping at your skull when you drag your tongue over his tip. “Been so long, love, I won’t last long at all.”

You hum as you tenderly lick over his head, absorbing his salty precum and moaning at the taste. “I know,” you say, your hand slowly tugging his length. You give his tip a chaste kiss as you blink up at him, smiling innocently. “I don’t want you to last long. I want you to cum down my throat.” Very slowly, you envelop his tip in your mouth, bobbing your head gently. You pull back after only a few moments, needing to add, “Want you to fuck my face, Tom.”

Your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your cheek, his voice strained from the way your hand is pumping his lower shaft. “Are you sure? Might not be gentle.”

“Yeah.” You nod your head too. “Want it rough. ‘M so fucking horny, and so are you. Want you to make my throat ache tomorrow.”

Tom curses, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re so sexy,” he whines, slapping your cheek gently. “Thank you.”

You consider telling him that it’s almost as much for you as it is for him, but then you decide that the sight of his cock, flushed red, leaking precum, is your number one priority. So, you loosen your hand on his member and remove it completely, then soften your jaw and start to take him in your mouth, deep-throating him like you’ve ached to do for two weeks.

Tom’s fast to use his leverage on your head, guiding you with shaking hands. Both of you know that all you have to do to tap out is press his thigh, so you let him use you however he needs. Tears pool in your eyes as he fucks your mouth hard, his tip hitting the end of your throat until you gag. The lewd sounds mix with the pounding of the shower against the tiles and Tom’s grumbled groans that spiral up into the air.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he says, voice raspy and light. “So good, sweetheart, fuck. Such a pretty mouth. Feels so bloody good.” He breaks off for a moment, and you feel him shifting around on the wall, indicating he’s near his peak. “So messy too, fuck. Missed this. Watching you on your knees, gagging on my cock.” He tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you deeper, groaning loudly as he does so. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow. Gonna cum all down your throat. Shit, shit-”

Tom stops moving your head as he yelps, one of his hands curling into a fist and hitting back against the wall as he cums suddenly. You swallow around him, pulling up until your lips are at his tip, and your hand goes up to pump the rest of him through his orgasm. His entire body shakes, releasing the pent-up frustration that comes with so long in denial, and you take joy in the light whimpers he deposits into the air as you suck on his tip, cleaning him up.

“Holy…” Tom grabs your hair and pulls you back up, slumping against you instead of the wall as he pants. After taking a moment to gather himself, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb coming up to play with the beads of his cum that stain the corner of your mouth. “Made a mess,” he coos, pushing his seed onto your tongue. You grin as you suck his thumb further into your mouth, delighting as he curses. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart. You really are.”

You release his finger with a pop, shrugging. “How was that?”

Tom groans again, the sound almost orgasmic. “So good,” he mumbles. “Been so long, darling. So, so long.” He kisses your face, dusting your cheeks in light, loving kisses. When he pulls back, his eyes are a little darker. “Bet you’d like to chase that high too, wouldn’t you?” He accompanies his words with a sly hand, slipping down between your legs. When he feels your slick, so pronounced it’s coating your inner thighs, he tuts, smirking. “All this for me?”

You nod, whining breathlessly as he slips two fingers up to toy with your bud. You feel like a livewire—strung out and pulsing, white-hot. Unlike him, you’ve had some stimulation over the last two weeks. Just, you’ve also been cruelly pulled away from the edge, every single time.

“Just for you,” you agree. Your face drops forward, and you find yourself biting Tom’s broad shoulder as he curls two fingers into you with ease.

“You’re so hot in here,” he mutters, “and so wet, too. Fuck, love. You’re dripping down my hand.” When he angles his digits up to caress your g-spot, he strikes it immediately, and you moan noisily. “There you go, baby. Shh. It’s okay.” Tom fucks your tight heat, gradually unravelling you. “I’ve got you.”

Your moans come out strangled, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers as your high builds quickly. It won’t take much to push you over the edge, and as much as it pains you—

“I don’t want to cum on your hand, Tom,” you manage, your voice betraying you by splitting into a whimper. “Want to cum on your cock.”

Tom slows his fingers, but he keeps thrusting them into you, just too slowly for you to peak. You groan, your centre pulsing as he keeps you burning near the edge, his lips on your neck again. He gently kisses up to your ear, mouth feather-light.

“Are you sure?” He coos, nibbling at your earlobe. “Feels like you want to cum.” When Tom adds his other hand, two fingers gently stroking your tender bud, your knees almost give out. “Can feel you clenching around me, Y/N, naughty girl.” He kisses just below your ear. “If you want something, you know how you need to ask for it.”

You’re all over the place, your eyes squeezed shut, sweat breaking out over your forehead, your cunt clenching and releasing every other second. You’re so close you can almost taste it, but you try to exercise self-control.

“Please, Tom.” It takes everything in you, but you manage to stand up straighter again, looking at him straight-on. His eyes dance dark with power and lust, his smirk unmoving as he thrusts his fingers a little faster. “W-Want you to fuck me. Been waiting so long, don’t want to fall apart if it isn’t with you behind me. Please, please, please, please-”

He cuts you off with a hard kiss, and finally, Tom pulls his hands away. He runs them both through the stream of water before reaching back to clumsily turn off the valve.

“I fucking love you,” he tells you. “Couldn’t deny you anything. Not really.” Tom takes your hand. “C’mere.”

Tom carefully pulls you over to one of the wooden benches. After draping a towel over the wooden slats, he pushes you down onto your hands and knees, his fingers spreading your legs. You whimper as you feel his cock, hard again, refracted in the interlude he’d constructed with his hands working you into insanity. Your knuckles clench around the slabs of wood, and despite already feeling the ache in your knees, it only spurs you on. You love the pain, love the visible, throbbing reminders of Tom, and he knows it just as much as you do.

“Look so pretty like this, darling,” Tom says, voice drifting through the air. Both of his hands go to your ass, roughly massaging your skin until his right hand slaps down across you, stinging bright hot. He repeats the action when you moan loudly, the slapping sound ringing out through the air. Each time his hand falls over you, you only grow hotter. It doesn’t matter that you’re still covered in water from the shower, you’re burning up. “G’nna let me take you like this, eh? Fuck this tight little pussy, like I know you’ve been dreaming of.”

When Tom lines his tip up with your entrance, you find yourself clinging to the edge of the bench with your fingers.

“Yes,” you beg, backing up against him. You feel like you might dissolve into a mess of arousal, tears, and desperation if he doesn’t satisfy you soon. “Please.”

Tom runs a hand up your back, fingers drifting over the line of your spine. He drops his lips and kisses the lower part of your back, so delicately it makes you quiver.

“Okay,” he says. “G’nna give it to you good.”

He enters you quickly and easily, and you almost lose it from the first thrust alone. You’re so slick that Tom’s swift in pulling back and then slamming back into you, his hands holding your hips back and in place as your arms wobble and your figure loses control. You drop your head between your arms, the blood rushing to your skull and making you feel light-headed as he rocks into you, over and over again, giving you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

“Tom,” you gasp, your breaths heavy and inconsistent. It feels indescribable—the final denouement of your time apart. Each drag of his cock through your heat has you reeling, your walls quivering and clenching and trying desperately to keep him in, keep him nudging your g-spot, stimulating your passage. You’re moaning louder than you’ve ever moaned before, the coil in your stomach building and building without warning or direction.

Behind you, Tom seems to be enjoying it just as much as you. His libido strong and healthy and his body pumped full of pre-match adrenaline that it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest that he’s being so hard and purposeful in his movements. His groans are like music to your ears, small grunts of affirmation that he too has missed the paradise that unfolds when you join together.

“So fucking tight, angel,” he rasps, again letting his hand fall over your ass. He soothes the skin with his palm, and then he repeats the action two more times. “Feel you clenching me every time I do that.” He pinches your hip with his other hand, and you find yourself biting your forearm, embarrassed by how loud you think you’d moan if you were able to. “You love it rough like this, don’t you, darling? Mm… I know you do.”

It’s a dizzying blur of skin on skin for a while, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge on multiple occasions. It’s as if your body is holding back though, waiting on Tom to near it too before you’re able to fully let go. Almost sensing this, he reaches down and shoves his fingers in your hair, roughly tugging you up until your back is pressed against his front. The angle pushes him deeper, and your eyes flood with tears as you find yourself unable to comprehend just how good it feels.

“Y’like that?” He rasps. Tom drags a hand down to your clit, able to access it better now that he’s holding you so much closer. His pace is slower, but he’s going forcefully, his head hitting your g-spot every time. “Fuck, darling, I’m gonna cum if you keep clenching like that.”

You whimper, your chest heaving.

“Yeah,” you moan. His name pours from your lips like a prayer, rising in desperation as you slip back down, hands grabbing at the slats of the bench as you hold on for dear life. “Fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Come on,” Tom urges. “Do it. I want to feel you squeezing my cock so tight, like you always do. Always makes me lose it, doesn’t it, love? Shit, you’re so perfect. Go on. I’ve got you. Get my cock nice and wet, and I’ll fill you up. You’d like that, eh? Feeling me cumming inside this pretty pussy? Come on. You know what you have to do.”

It slams into you, pouring down over you in waves that submerge you entirely. You feel boneless but also rigid at the same time, your jaw slack as your vision blurs. Pleasure ripples out from your centre, dousing your aching cunt in relief that feels so sweet, only growing richer and more fulfilling when you hear Tom grunt and feel his cock pulse in you. You come together, bodies moving in sync, perfectly, despite the time apart, and it’s so good that it takes you out of it completely.

You’re so absorbed in your climax that you end up drifting, opening your eyes a few moments later only to find yourself lying on your back, staring up at the bright white lines of the locker room ceiling. Your eyes blur with tears, but just for a moment, because then Tom’s palm swims into vision, drifting above your head until he finds the right angle that blocks out the light.

“Hey, darling,” he coos. He brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Are you okay? Lost you for a second.”

A very lazy, content smile finds your lips.

“Yeah,” you say sluggishly. You ache all over, but it feels incredible. You’re buzzing with the kind of energy that only comes after a session like this—after you’ve let him dismantle you completely. “Are you okay?”

Tom nods, his wet hair flying everywhere. “Fantastic,” he confirms. He glances down your figure, then offers you a soft smile. “I’m going to take you home, run you a really, really nice bath, and then we’re going to cuddle.” He drops your hand and instead cups your face in his palm. You nuzzle into it. His eyes are so soft as he gazes at you tenderly. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I love you.”

You smile softly. “Love you too.”

Tom leans over you and kisses your lips, very gently, before shifting his mouth all over the rest of your face. He goes from one cheek, over to your forehead, down your nose, to the other, before circling back to your mouth. By the time he reaches there, your smile has grown to a grin, and you feel grounded enough to reach up and loop your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you,” he says, speaking earnestly, “for always being here for me. For supporting me, and putting up with all my crazy ideas, and being incredible, always. You are my inspiration, and I love you more than anything.”

You feel your heart throb in your chest, and you have to focus really hard on stopping the swell of emotion from leaving through your tired eyes.

“Any time,” you say, nodding to emphasise your point. “I love you, and I’m here for you. Whatever you might need, I’ll do it.”

Tom’s warm brown eyes meet with yours, and the smile on his face shows no sign of leaving.

“All I need is you,” he says. His lips come down to yours, softly, just resting there. “All I’ll ever need is you.”

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 3 years

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Can I have a sub!kai fic where he annoyed the reader Thx

Uhmmmm yeth👹

Rules

pairing : vamp!reader x sub!kaiparker

Warning : language, smut, penetrative sex, oral (masc & fem), face riding, orgasm denial (m.), bondage, Kai stubble, dirty talk, 69ing,

Requested ;)

Word Count : a little over 3k

A/N :

I had wayyyy too much fun with this one. I’m not really used to writing sub!kai so I had this one was good enough for you<3 (also I’m sorry it literally took FOREVER) also, there’s is little to no plot, srry

He groaned as the ropes rubbed harshly against his skin. His wrist red and irritated as he pulled to feel the tiniest bit of relief that he wasn’t getting.

“It’s only going to hurt more with every pull, Malachi.” You hummed, a sadistic smirk finding its way to your lips as you watched him struggle.

That’s what you were.

A sadist.

You enjoyed watched him like this. Helpless, vulnerable, borderline pathetic. A shiny layer of sweat coating his forehead, and disgustingly dirty thoughts of you on top of him filling his mind. You were truly one evil bitch. How could you do this to him? Strip him of his dominance, just to prove a point. It was oh so fucking hot, but torture not being the one on the other side of these ropes.

“You do realize that once I’m out of these ropes the rest of the night is going to be absolute hell for you... right?” He cleared his throat. He was just itching to inflict some type of fear in you, but in his current state he was making much progress.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him. You’ve never done all this before, but you had a plan for exactly how you wanted it to go. Kai was a dick. He has been one all fucking week. Lately he’s been treating you like precious cargo. Not letting you do anything on your own, not even a shower without him sneaking in. At first it was somewhat sweet sentiments, like ordering your favorites at the grill, then driving you around town to handle errands. Slowly that sweetness faded into him making every decision for you. Not letting you speak for yourself, and finding ways to punish you for speaking out against him. Putting silencing spells on you if he didn’t feel like hearing you rebuttals, and just yesterday he put you into a deep sleep for a few hours so he could ‘have a few moments of peace’.

He was dictating your life.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of these ropes tonight?” You hum.

You watched as he swallowed down the air bubble caught in his throat.

You were set on proving a point. He wasn’t the boss of you in any way shape or form. Not in public, not in private, and he definitely did not have you wrapped around his finger like he was your pimp or some shit. In fact, the whole point of tonight was to make him see that it was quite the opposite.

“Because we both know I can satisfy you way more if I’m untied. Just untie me and I can make you feel good, y/n/n.” He smiled, thinking that you would give into his offer. Instead of actually untying him you just let out the most seductively cynical laugh ever, causing his body to tense under yours.

“We’ll see...” you smirked, lifting your hips from his crotch as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his collar bone. “Now should we go over the rules or do you have more empty threats to make?”

"Rules?" He nearly laughed in your face.

“Tonight is all on my terms... you will do whatever I want you to do.” You relied, ignoring his failed attempts at taking you seriously. “First rule, not touching. But that shouldn’t be much of a problem, huh?” You smirked, watching his eyes roll. “Second rule, you will ask for everything...” suddenly his smile dropped, and he was so amused by the situation anymore. “You want me to touch you? You ask. You want a kiss? You ask. And if you want to cum... you better beg as if your life fucking depended on it.” You nearly giggled feeling the way he giggled under you.

“Y/n-”

“You will not cum unless I say that you can.” He took in a sharp breath. “Not too bad right? You can be a good boy for me, just for the night, right?” You pouted mockingly, looking deeply into his eyes dark with lust.

“Are the uhm... ropes necessary?” He asked, voice an octave higher than usual.

“No.” You sighed. “But you look so fucking hot all tied up like a doll.” You hummed, finger tracing the vein bulging from from his neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

“T-that’s usually my line.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Your hips grinding down into his, earning a low groan from his throat.

He remained silent, putting a soft smirk on your lips. Your hands traced down his chest, oh so lightly, scooting down his body until you’re hands ghosted lightly over the bulge in his boxers. He felt the heat of your fingers over him. He decided to take advantage of the fact that his legs weren’t bound by anything to push his hips up into the air for some relief. Unfortunately for him, you could read him like a book. Your hand moved away from him before he could even move, resulting in a disappointing action that caused a tiny whine to leave his lips.

“Y/N!” He groaned, head falling back as he tugged at the ropes keeping his bound. You smiled at his frustration, he was in for a long night.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrugged as if you did nothing wrong. Hand placed on his lower stomach, fingers tracing through the outline of his abs.

“Touch me. Please.” He grumbled, not too happy with his position. He was usually the one having you bed for any sort of touch from him. This was all different kinds of unnatural.

"I am touching you, you're going to have to be more specific than that, Princess." You smiled, voice sweet, but the words coming from you mouth made him want to murder you.

“Aw, but I am touching you. You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Princess.” You teased, voice sweet and condescending. He lifted his head just to glare at you for the nickname. You lifted an eyebrow, challenging him to speak out of turn but he decided to play nicely.

"I want you to-" he wanted a lot of things.

“I want... I want you to-” he wanted a lot of things right now actually. He didn’t want to give into you no matter how badly he wanted you. His mind fighting against your sudden rebellion while his body ached to be under your control. There was a way to get what he wanted. He just had to show you that he still had control over you, even in restraints. “I want to taste you.” He blurted, a sharp breathing entering your lungs for a moment. You automatically knew what he was doing, and how he must’ve thought that this was so smart of him. “I-I want you to sit on my face...” he spoke, ideas running through his mind at 100 miles per hours. “And I want you to suck my dick too.” Your whole body tingled with excitement at the request.

“What’s the magic word?” You asked, eyebrow raising at the devilish smile beneath you.

“Please, oh please.” He played along. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were untying him, and begging for him to fuck you until it was difficult to function properly. He stuck out his bottom lip to ass to the effect.

You scanned the mischief on his face before do anything. Slowly you moved off of him until you were standing on your bedroom floor, his eyes following you closely. In the position he was now he just seemed so vulnerable, and perfect. Just like you had mentioned before. You could see how rock hard he was through his boxers, and how his abs tightened even when you weren’t on him just proved how badly he wanted to be touched by you. You didn’t think he realized but his hips were slightly bucking into the air, trying to find something, anything, but it wasn’t working out too well for him.

You slid your panties down your legs, letting them rest on the bedroom floor. You stepped out of the fabric, walked back over to the bed. Kai watching intently as your fingers traced down his chest, your beautiful being so close yet far at the same time.

“Can you kiss me? Please?” He spoke, a genuine request. Your eyes slowly trailed up to his, not detecting any hidden intentions besides just wanting you lips on his. You were fine giving him what he wanted, but that wouldn’t be fun if you gave into ever request. He’s be a total dick to you all week, so you denying him just one simple pleasure was totally fine with you.

You brought you’re face to hover over his, hand moving up to the soft skin of his cheek. The soft yet prickly hairs of the beard he was growing out tickling your aura. You’re lips barely grazing against his, allowing him to relish in the closeness for a moment before pulling away.

“There are much more productive things you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” You grinned, watching his jaw fall in amazement as you climb back onto the bed. You maneuvered yourself carefully, making sure both of your legs were positioned on either side of his head.

His view of your face was gone, nothing but you glistening pussy waiting for him to give into you. You could feel the warmth of his breath hitting on your already heated core. You lowered you’re body down slowly, just until you felt his warmth barely touching you. You leaned over, hands tracing slowly down his abdomen, slowly reaching under his boxer band, listening to his breathing change as your fingers wrapped around him.

He pulled against the ropes, hoping to gain even just a little bit of leeway. His eyes rolled at the light laugh you gave under your breath, realizing you really weren’t going to let him free. He just had his plan to hope will work. He didn’t have to move too much before his tongue was flattening against your folds, licking a single bold stripe against you. A soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth began to move against you, you’re hand slowly pumping him as he took over you mind for a brief moment in time. For some reason, though he hadn’t to admit it, being bound right now felt surprisingly good. The idea of being at your mercy as his tongue worked against you... just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. His eyes closed as he focused on solely pleasuring you before he became a bit distracted. You soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, collecting his precum on your tongue. His jaw fell open at the relief, letting out a soft moan.

His tongue worked into you, lapping up and sucking down all of your sweet juices. His facial hairs tickling the insides of your thighs as he ate you out. You made sure to make the most of this moment. You wanted to drive him crazy, by giving him everything and nothing at the same time. Your tongue flattening against his shaft as you took him in your mouth. In his mind he was debating on just siphoning some of your magic to get out of the ropes so he could handle you... properly. Though he quite enjoyed the way your hips were rocking against his mouth as you tried your best to contain yourself.

“Faster,” he groaned, tearing his mouth away from you. “Please- god, I need faster.” He begged, in a voice that sounded way too needy for his own liking. Which basically meant he sounded perfect for you. You hummed, sending vibrations through him before taking your mouth from around him with a pop. You pumped him in your hand a few times before sitting up above him. His lips connecting to you once again earning a gasp and moan that you weren’t prepared to release. Kai always knew how to work wonders one you. He was most proud of how submissive you would be for him in the late hours of the night. He knew how to work you up, and push all the right buttons and he always made sure that no matter what happens he made you cum.

Just another joy you got to swipe away.

You lifted you hips too far for him to reach, listening to him whine form the loss of your taste. You maneuvered yourself around his body again until you were straddling his lap. His stubble covered chin glistening with you juices, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing. You bent down, placing a soft kiss on his lips, being sure to make sure he knew you just were getting a taste of yourself.

“You should grow out the beard, it would be so fucking hot.” You smiled, his throat let out a needy whimper as he tugged again at the ropes keeping him bound.

“y/n- please, m’gonna explode.” He groaned, causing your wicked smile to widen.

“sorry, what? I didn’t hear that.” You hummed, turning your head so he would speak right into your ear.

“y/n.” He whined loudly, hips bucking into yours harshly. You hands moved down to his hips, holding them down before he could try again. He was right where you wanted him. Needy, pathetic, and easy to break. “I need you, so so bad, please.” He groaned, tugging at the ropes again, pure frustration and sexual tension taking over him.

“You need me?” You asked, trying to sound confused, hands moving further down his body until your fingers were tracing the base of his cock. “Like... right here?” You cocked your head to the side, watching as his jaw clenched. His eyes locked on your face, watching you find him amusing enough to smile. He would never in his life admit this out loud, but he definitely enjoyed this. He was aching right your your hand, just like how you wanted him.

“I w-wanna feel you.” He breathed.

“You want me to fuck myself on your dick?” You dipped your head down, placing you lips right below his jawline, pressing a series of light pecks along his neck.

“Please- fuck, please baby.” He whined again.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft once again, pumping him slowly in your hand. His mouth fell open at the friction again. Your hand sped up in its action as you watched his eyes close for a brief moment in pleasure. If this is what having total control felt like... being able to see the person you love most revel in the feeling of just you and only you... you could understand why it was so addicting to him.

Doesn’t mean you weren’t still annoyed with him.

In his mind flashed pornographic pictures of you echoes of your moans on repeat in his mind, along with the sensations of your fingers coursing along his skin. You always held the power to make him fall apart at your finger tips, he just never let you see that.

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” You hummed, poking out lips at the soft moans you were earning as you jerked him off.

“Please let me feel you.” He asked again, aching to feel your heated walls wrapped around him.

“You think you deserve to feel me?” You sigh, handing tightening around him as your pace quickened earning an audible reaction. “You make such pretty noises, you know.” You hummed, leaning over him a bit. His tip barely brushing against you stomach as you watching him glide closely to the edge. “Are you close baby?”

“Y-yes, god, I’m so close.” He groaned out, hands turning to grip the comforter to relieve some pressure.

You watched his eyes squeeze tighter together, and his muscles everywhere tense. A light layer of sweat forming over his chest as he body produce a heat that was lethal. Throaty moans escaped him, and your body heat so close to him was only bringing him closer to his euphoric release.

Or what would’ve been if you hadn’t stopped.

“Y/N-” he whined, tugging at the ropes a little extra hard with frustration.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” You responded to his childish whine.

Your lips curved up into a devilish smile that has him weak in the knees. You hand squeezing the base of his cock once again before you lifted yourself on your knees above him. His tip gliding along your folds slick with his saliva and your own arousal. His mouth feel open, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your dragging him along your heat.

“Wanna be in you, babe.” He groaned, “please, lemme feel you.”

You hum, moving you hand away from him breaking the intimate contact between the two of you. Both of your hands reached the his, grabbing the ropes keeping him bound before breaking each one. His hands immediately try to go to you, but you catch them before they can manage to.

“No touching rule is still in effect, Malachi.” You grin.

“Then why untie me?” He pouted.

“I love to see you squirm.” You commented with a light shrugged, leaning over as you placed his hands over his head. Your nose barely brushing past each other. “If you touch me and without permission we’ll stop, got it?”

“You’re so evil.” He whined, head lifting up to bring your lips closer together.

“Wonder who I get it from.” You smiled, finally pressing your lips together bringing sinking down on his cock that’s been waiting for you all night. He let out a breathy moan into the kiss, your hips lifting back up before falling again. Air slowly leaving your lungs as you let out a breathy moan into his lips. Kai’s hands gripping onto the comforter once again for dear life.

You kept up a steady place, bouncing on top of him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your lips tore away from each other’s as you tried picking up pace, watching Kai’s face twist as he watched you use him for you’re own satisfaction. You noticed the tired euphoric look on his face on how he was already beginning to twitch inside of you. Your walls clenching around him, making him go ballistic as you fuck your self on him.

“I-I’m go-nna-” he moaned, trying to make coherent sentences through the ecstasy. “Can I please-”

“No, not yet.” You spoke clearly, pace not altering. “Look at me.” You demanded notices how his eyes fluttered shut every few seconds. He tried to keep his eyes open for you, staring you dead in your pretty face wondering how in love he had to be to end up in this position. “So good for me.” You smiled, nearly making him break one of your rules... possibly all of them.

“P-please let me t-touch you” he pouted.

“So needy.”

“Please.”

You nodded allowing him to move his hands. They went straight towards your hips, gripping your skin tightly, causing you to realize how close you were to the edge. Your walls clenching around him with every move, making it harder to keep himself contained. You’re eyes locked on each other, watching each other as you both fell completely apart. You noticed how heavy his breathing was and how he was trying his best not lose his shit. It was mesmerizing, noises flowing from the both of you so disgusting erotic that you wished everyone in this house was listening to the best sex they were never going to get to have. That’s when you realized you were beginning you’re ethereal trip on ecstasy.

“Y/N-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned as your legs began to shake around him, body jolting with pleasure as you tried milking out your orgasms by slowly rocking you hips on his but the sensations became too much.

You leaned over placing your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his hot seed spilt into you coating your walls, as you listened to the rapid pace of his heart beating.

“Can we uhm... can we do that again?” He breathed, voice vibrated through your sensitive body.

“Fuck yea.”

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ringmyheart · 3 years

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Dating Johan headcanons? Your Vinjin one was literal ✨gold✨ and yk so now i'm super curious about how you'd think dating Johan would be like.

Thank you!! 😭 I hope I did this well <33 also a warning, skip to where I wrote [HERE] if you’re uncomfortable w reading anything ab religion. Also I didn’t mean to offend any religion I am religious myself and didn’t specify any to avoid saying something incorrectly !

If you’re religious, he’s very VERY wary and cautious. Not of you but of the people you’re with, and it worries him a LOT

If u tell him ur hanging out with church friends he’s either insisting he comes too or asking a suspicious amount of questions of ur whereabouts and watching u from afar. He’ll probably step in on accident cuz he saw them like reach for ur shoulder or smmn and intervene cuz he thought like u were ab to get kidnapped but they were just gonna bring ur awareness to the food store around u, he’d be so on edge

He doesn’t like entering churches but if u go and u won’t negotiate on wether u can or can’t go, he’ll risk it all and come too

He’ll rough up the preacher after the service tho like “what’s your thing ???? Like what do you do.” And ask them questions completely unrelated and honestly kind of confusing to intimidate them

Like, “oh so this is all u do? U just preach?”

“Uh, yeah I love my job and am devoted. :) 👍”

“u have no other job? Nothing?”

“No...”

“R u married?”

“Yep!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“What??”

And he meant like yeah good keep ur eyes off of u his s/o or SMM but it came out off putting and frankly indiscernible 😭

While in the service he might even start to shake cuz he’s so worried if he sees AC or hears it running he’ll grab ur hand and book it cuz he thinks ur being poisoned 😭

[HERE]

Likes to share things with you, like clothes and all. U know that black jacket he always wears it’s also ALWAYS on u too

Half of it is cuz he’s stingy w money naturally so it’s like less money spent if u guys r sharing ur food and clothes and all

So ur always wearing his stuff but in return he’s always wearing urs and like even shoes. If ur taller than him and have clothes that were his size he has ur old wardrobe in his closet now as hand me downs

HE PROBABLY wraps ur shirt around his wrist as a good luck charm before fights. Before he gets into a showdown he’ll wrap it around like his arm and kiss it and say ur name or whatever and he swears if he does this tradition he cannot lose he won’t let himself

Because u don’t spend much money, u have wired earphones (nothing wrong w that ofc) HOWEVER if ur listening to music together and he runs into someone he has beef with he’ll start swinging and ur just there like 🧍🏽‍♀️ cuz the earphones r still connected and he’s fighting to the death w like sweet but psycho playing in the background

He loves physical activities to do together. If ur not active u probably will be now forcefully bc he’ll be like please and u can’t say no so now ur hiking every day

Forgets to wait up for u bc he gets rlly ahead of himself the amount of times u get lost on the trail is unbelievable and he eventually establishes the “if u lose me, HUG A TREE AND I WILL FIND YOU” rule w u and now three times a week ur hugging a tree and waiting for him to come pick u up in the middle of the woods

He’ll apologize and tries to teach u the layout but u don’t memorize it ever

Also loves biking and gets u matching bikes, likes walking the dogs w u, going on runs etc. if u cannot run he grabs ur hand and is all its okay u got this :)) like thanks for the sentiment but it doesn't help💀

DO NOT DO HOBBIES W THIS MF!!!!!!!!! If u like to dance and tell him he’ll do it with you and within two days he leagues better than you it would suck

He is so good at picking things up if u play just dance for fun he will kick ur ass and ur like bro I thought we were just playing having fun wtf 😕 and he genuinely wasn’t even trying

So if ur competitive don’t put him on the hobbies ur into cuz he will start it a beginner and be better than u within three days

He’ll feel so bad tho if he finds out u don’t like it. Like when u drew stuff he’d sit by u and draw too and when u saw he was advancing to surpass u u stopped. He thought u just grew out of it but finds u in like a closet drawing to hide from him

But he loves doing stuff ur interested in w u even if it’s something he was never into. If u like it he likes it by association

The type of boyfriend to buy you ten fruits if you say you like one.

In passing you mention liking watermelon the next day you come home there are ten on your counter and he’s like hey :DD!

Gets you a matching dog god jacket like him so u two and ur dogs r matching always

He doesn’t care if you’re wrong, he will die defending you!!! U r always in the right what do u mean the total cost is 10.00$?? What do u mean it says 10$ on the register?? They said it was 8$ u heard them

He’s pretty reserved when it comes to personal stuff and just everything in general. U will be three years into the relationship and realize u don’t know what his last name is??!!!

He’s a “I didn’t see why it was so important” mf... if u ask ab his past or occupation he’ll tell you but in a way that underplays it extremely. Because he isn’t that ready to be vulnerable and open up as well as thinking u might not care or you’ll leave him

He’s a pretty jump-y person because he had to be alert and on his toes most of the time. If you surprise him by accident by being too quiet then appearing right by him he’ll jump three feet up like a cat or sock you in the face then apologize profusely and tear up feeling horrible

He’s pretty perceptive but when caught off gaurd he gets very nervous, can’t help it

While watching tv shows or bingeing a series he will narrate everytning to u. Because he really enjoys the show and wants to make sure u understand in the fullest too and enjoy it. If he didn’t understand sometning in the beginning but then understands you HAVE to know too

“Oh my god he just shot him....”

“The dog RUNS AWAY!?”

“She said she loves him oh my gosh...”

“They’re kissing?”

Like yes Johan.... we know.... if you tell him he’ll stop but it’s like programmed in his DNA to not shut up while watching tv he can’t help it

He’ll also pause the show to turn to u and go “I KNOW HIM!!”

And ur like “rlly?? OMGG”

And he’ll go “YEAH he’s also in that other show remember :O” and u realize he does not know him recognizes him

😑😔 .

He’s not that updated on internet and how humor has progressed over the past few years so if u send him any meme over 2015 he will be so confused

Send this and he’ll text back “😅 why did you send me this?”

“Is that sonic?”

“Are these your texts with someone?”

Otherwise he’s a pretty normal texted. He uses punctuation sometimes which will throw u off gaurd cuz it will be like “I love you.” And it’s like sweet but why did he add the period?? But he doesn’t always so it’s regular

If playing sports or doing something competitive he threatens everyone in the beginning to let you win and always lets u get the score/goal/net, whatever. He pulls everyone into him prengame by their collar and is like “listen ur letting them win got that. If I see u take that ball from them....”

He’s a helicopter boyfriend he is always seeing what ur doing what ur up to how u are, etc. protective to a fault basically

Holds u back when crossing the street as if ur seven years old

I have more I could say, but I’ll inevitable write another johan relationship hcs some day again so I’ll save it for then 😅 I hope this was what I wanted! Thank you for requesting ❤️❤️

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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years

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Hiiiii if you have time could I please request a HC on how bakugou studies and works out? I was down for a few days so I wanted to read about bakugou but there aren't any really. I don't wanna force this on you byyy love you❤️❤️😀

Heyyy, I am super late to seeing this (I’m literally going through hundreds and hundreds of asks right now scouring for prompts and trying to do a little spring cleaning) and I came across this and it makes me so happy to talk about Blasty McGonnaHaveAStroke that I just really wanted to answer it - I hope that’s okay!

My perception of Bakugou Katsuki is ever changing because he’s developing so quickly in so many different areas of his personality (honestly, such a well written character, I’m really enjoying watching him morph and grow over the past few seasons) and I feel like I grow to know him more and more with each fic / drabble I write where I can really delve into his mannerisms and way of being and so I have a lot of ideas for these little nuances in particular!

Studying:

We all know that Bakugou is high key suffering from Former Gifted-Child Syndrome (or whatever the popular term for it is on this site). He’s naturally talented and intelligent - but he’s also incredibly hard working, especially once he’s come to the realization that he’s become a Former Gifted-Child.

There’s a quote I saw circulating a while ago from Bakugou, something about “I came to this school not to find out what I can do, but to find out what I can’t do.” or something similar to that sentiment. Because Bakugou is already perceptive and smart, he recognizes all of the things he can do and all of the things he’s good at, what he needs to learn is how to better handle the things that he’s not good at and how he can work on himself to barrel forward on his path to become the best.

So I think that even though Bakugou is already smart and doesn’t have any trouble keeping one of the top spots in his entire class, I feel like he would also spend a good portion of his free time studying and doing homework. It’s one thing to be intelligent, but to keep such a high position like the 3rd spot or whatever he is, that means that he’s completing and handing in assignments regularly, receiving top marks in most likely all of his classes, and that requires a certain level of dedication.

But again, he’s also already highly intelligent. So he probably gets bored really easily. (I know I’ve mentioned it before but it’s kind of one of my favorite ‘little obscure details’ to note that there are several panels where Bakugou is depicted as not fully paying attention during lessons - gazing out the window or playing with his pencil and even closing his eyes and completely tuning Present Mic out with the internal monologue that English was super boring or something like that).

This is all a long-winded way to back up the fact that I feel like his notes would be quick and sloppy and probably wouldn’t have a lot of context clues so someone like Kirishima just reading over his notes probably wouldn’t understand half of the concepts just because they’re things Bakugou already knows so he didn’t deem them important enough to write down.

Someone else posted a bunch of screenshots of Bakugou Katsuki’s actual notebook or something (fuck, I wish I could find the original post but it’s lost in time and space at this point), and his handwriting isn’t messy per-say but I definitely imagine that they were just lazy, bored strokes maybe pressed down with a little more force than is actually needed, and if he wants to highlight something important to remember later, he probably does that thing where he circles it multiple times or boldly underlines and things like that instead of actually using any highlighters or colored tabs like Midoriya probably uses!

Working Out:

You know, I feel like not a lot of attention gets brought to how Bakugou would work out! Like, in all the fics where they mention him working out or whatever, he’s usually just sparring with someone or they mention that he’s pumping iron (lifting weights), but that’s about as in depth as it goes.

I spend too much of my time at the gym and personally I believe that Bakugou is that one dude that I would constantly pick on for “always skipping leg day” - in the fact that he probably focuses very heavily on core work outs and arms/shoulders, since those are the muscles that are most directly impacted by his quirk!

He probably does a ton of crunches, pull-ups, free weights, push-ups; anything that works his triceps, biceps, abs, core balance, etc. He also probably runs /A LOT/ because he isn’t too bulky, he’s actually got a very slender build considering the muscle mass he carries in his upper half, which means that he’s running cardio on the DAILY. If I were a gambling woman, I’d put money on the treadmill, the stepper, and a jump rope being his most important pieces of equipment for cardio training.

We also have to take into account his dietary habits. Like I said before, this boy is incredibly slender for someone with such broad shoulders and who carries a lot of his muscle mass in his shoulders/back, and it’s commonly accepted at this point that Bakugou is a good chef (judging by the way his parents made him take music lessons growing up, I can assume that it was probably their idea as well for him to learn how to cook - whether that be through cooking classes or home-taught, it doesn’t really matter).

Mitsuki and Masaru are also canonly involved in the fashion industry - and we all know how, ahm... flawed the views in the fashion industry can be depending on location, culture, and societal beauty standards.

Katsuki probably has an immaculate diet. Protein, carbs, fresh fruit, calcium; he probably has a perfectly balanced palate and I can only ever dream cause ya girl just has sushi and LUNCHABLES as my only meal of the day today so, yaknow...

ANYWAYS.

All of that into consideration, I headcanon that Bakugou probably has a rotating shift for his work outs; cardio every day for ~30 minutes (most likely a warm up with the jump ropes or a jog/sprint alternating between low intensity and high intensity settings on the treadmill or stair stepper), then he probably has a circuit. So say for arms, he’d probably use free weights (curls, pumps, etc), then pull-ups/push-ups, I could see him throwing in some shoulder stretches and a very light yoga routine to help keep himself flexible and adaptive.

I totally see him as a man to get hooked on focusing solely on arms/shoulders because it’s very easy to see improvement and quick results, plus the after swell of muscles when you’ve done a proper workout is like the world’s most authentic confidence boost you can ever experience, and I could picture Bakugou being addicted to a feeling like that.

However, as previously mentioned, he’s incredibly intelligent and perceptive, and he’s just kind of a no-bullshit, no-excuses kind of guy? He might WANT to just do arms/shoulders for the rest of eternity, but he knows that won’t make him GREAT, so he forces himself to cycle. Arms/shoulders, Core, Legs, Exclusive Yoga, repeat - all with cardio warm-ups and cool-downs.

I’d gander that on top of his school work and course studies, he’d have to keep his gym time somewhere between 2-3 hours daily, but he probably only realistically hits the gym about 2-3 times a week at most, since all of their other training exercises and other hero activities no doubt work his entire body, and with such a strenuous, active lifestyle, there wouldn’t be much need for him to go any more than that unless he really wanted to aggressively bulk up or something crazy, but with his body type he’ll most likely fill out naturally as well (another thing that’ll come all on its own that he won’t even have to work for; lucky fucking bastard).

Okay, I’ll shut up now about it :D Hope that was somewhat entertaining to read? Are headcanons fun to read about? They must be if people are asking but I always get so nervous like, dude literally nobody cares that you psychoanalyzed Bakugou Katsuki to the point where you’ve probably got his entire work week mapped out, and you know what?

You right - lmfao!

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springalwayscomes · 3 years

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WAP

Plot: Christmas this year seems to be the gloomiest ever... until your boyfriend decides he wants to make you smile, and trust me when I say he would do anything for it.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1.3k

Content Warning: Stripping, sexual tension

Author’s Note: I hope this will make you smile, I can actually picture Hobi doing something like this ㅋㅋ

Another huff escapes your lips as you stare at the empty table. This year Christamas feels so sad, seeing your house all empty and cold makes you squeeze yourself more in your jumper. You were supposed to spend this day with the rest of the boys, have fun like every other year and enjoy each other’s company, like everyone else. However, Corona Virus had different plans for the world, so you just ended up staying at home with your boyfriend. It’s weird to not be in each other’s presence at this time of the year, you miss the warm feeling of family, laughing until you cry - or until you pee yourself, it only happened once, you swear -.

The fact that your boyfriend is locked in your bedroom from at least thirty minutes makes you deprime even more as you blandly sweep the floor, you don’t need all this time alone right now. It’s just going to make you feel more sad, so you decide to go upstairs to see what he’s been up to. It’s weird for Hobi to be so silent, he usually likes to play music out loud when he’s at home and in your bedroom alone. The fact that he’s been so silent for thirty minutes and that he’s like this on Christmas Day makes you worry just a little bit as you knock at the door of your bedroom.

The snort that comes at the sound from inside makes you furrow your eyebrows.

«Hobi? ‘You okay?» you ask. You wait for him to answer, but silence is the only thing you receive, so you decide to swing the door open-

«Oh my God!»

You can’t believe what you’re looking at. Your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you dressed head to toe as an elf, eyes already on you and trying to hold back a laughter. Useless to say, holding back a laughter for Hoseok is as impossible as for a human to fly, and when he bursts out you do the same. You hold your belly with your hands as he gets closer and closer, laughing for who the hell knows what. He’s not the type to feel uncomfortable dressed like this - even though it’s the first time he does something like this on Christmas -, and the look on his face as he laughs is one of those that doesn’t reveal any kind of informations.

«What-» you cut yourself off when he places his hands on your shoulders, shutting his mouth as a desperate attempt to stop laughing, face red and eyes glossy. He looks at you from up, guiding you fully into the room, every step seems to be insecure as his mind wanders who knows where.

«Sit here» he’s still chuckling as he lightly pushes you onto the bed making you sit on the edge of the mattress. You take in the full sight in front of you only now: green shirt with incredibly big red buttons, shorts as the same color of the buttons and a thick brown belt that looks like it’s made of plastic, the pointed elf shoes seem to be three times bigger than his feet and the hat on his head makes him look so cute that you’d die only to squeeze his cheeks.

Hobi wards off, stepping towards your nightstand in his big shoes until he reaches the Bluetooth speaker. He grabs his phone from the pocket of the shorts and a second later WAP is filling the air of your bedroom and make your hair stand on edge. He’s obsessed with this song, the way he would often try to rap naughty words in English always makes you laugh.

Hoseok turns around, slowly and desperately trying not to burst out in a laughter, it makes you giggle once again as he steps back to you.

«You said you were sad,» his voice is on the edge, it shakes as he tries not to laugh with you «so I thought...»

«Thought what?» you ask, finally gaining back your seriousness. His cheeks lift up, two beautiful dimples gracing his face as he thinks of what to say. The thought he did all of this just to make you smile already makes you happy, he wouldn’t need to do anything else. Seeing him being so cute in this elf custom already cured your quarantine depression and you’re sure will make you smile until the day you’re done breathing.

«Just watch, okay?»

And like that, he starts dancing. His body starts moving and you loose control of yourself, totally filled with laughter and joy as you watch him move his hips in a sexual manner. Long gone is the gloomy feeling of being in an empty house at Christmas, now the room feels way to small to contain you two as he desperately tries to maintain a stern expression, still swinging his hips and raising his brows quickly enough to make you laugh even louder. Hoseok gets closer and closer, the disguise he’s wearing makes it all even funnier, in fact if it wasn’t for it you would probably be staring at his muscles flex under the clothes.

«Hobi» you call out, holding your stomach in your hands still laughing like an idiot. Your boyfriend doesn’t answer, he just gets closer again as he keeps dancing, this time bringing his hands to the edge of the green shirt. Your mouth falls open as you watch him slowly - very slowly - lifting it up and revealing his abs, twitching as his hips keep moving. It’s a weird combo seeing him dress like this and moving so sensually, but you don’t complain.

«Are you stripping for me?» you giggle as he raises his shirt more and more, eyes focused on you and big smile on his face threatening to burst into a laughter.

«Isn’t it obvious?» he stops his movements, surrendering to the laughter that has been threatening him for all this time. The way his eyes crinkle and his white teeth show on full display lights up a new loving sentiment in your chest, the fondness you feel for him reaching its peak as you hear him laugh out loud, the best sound you’ve ever heard.

«I need to be serious» he mumbles between laughters, his tone screaming nothing but happiness. You shake your head as he starts dancing again, finally removing the green shirt with a quick and skilled movement that makes you both laugh and stare. His abs keep twitching as he swings his hips and you can feel his gaze on you as you raise yours, his dark amused eyes looking at you as he smiles widely.

«I’m happy,» you let out «I’m happy»

Hobi licks his lips, bringing his hands to the waste-bend of the shorts.

«Happy is not enough» he’s doing all he can not to burst out laughing again, his hands slowly pushing the shorts lower and lower until they reach his thighs and eventually fall to the ground.

«Oh God» you don’t know anymore what to do, and you can’t deny that your cheeks are starting to burn. His movements are so freaking sensual that you already feel you panties getting wet but the situation only makes you laugh.

«Please, just come here»

«I want to make you laugh more» he responds, his full cheeks reddening as he shakes his head to himself at what he’s doing. A second later his pointed shoes are long forgotten on the ground and when you get up from your spot on the bed Hobi feels the need to hug you tighter than ever.

«You always make me laugh»

You stop in front of him, WAP still playing in the background as your eyes meet him once again. Hoseok is hopeless, shameless when it comes to you, and the fact that he knows it only makes it more dangerous to him. He doesn’t care if the next time he will have to dress as a clown and strip to make you smile, he’d do it without even thinking about it twice.

«I just want to see you happy» he glares at you, fondness shining in his big sparkling eyes. And you can’t hold back anymore, immediately placing your lips on his, where they belong. Tongues searching each others and breaths soon becoming too short.

«You’re really obsessed with this song»

you murmur. Hobi’s laugh makes you laugh too, just like always. He’s your sun.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Daisies (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Todoroki’s ice quirk somehow gets swapped for a more soft and dainty one, garnering the attention of the 1-A girls.

Word count: 1,421

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I was inspired by this fanart by @cheetaglow-ab. It was just so cute and floofy and lovable and adoring, what can I say? And I finished all my schoolwork for the week and was able to take a nap, so I was in a good mood to get back to writing!

I got a request on my Wattpad, so the next post this weekend will be angst to fluff. Please look forward to it~ Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Everyone in Class 1-A sits in the common room for breakfast, ready to get ready for another day at school, except for a few boys. Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima come down later since they were out for an early morning training session.

"Hey Todoroki, the ice is out on the fridge, can you make me some for my juice?" Kaminari asks.

The handsome boy had just put his breakfast tray at our table with his friends. "Sure."

The honey blond bounds up to the boy, holding out his glass expectantly. Todoroki closes his right fist to materialize ice in his palms.

I don't miss the slight furrow of his brows a few seconds before he opens his hand, revealing not ice, but the heads of perfect white daisies. The two boys and I blink at the strange occurrence. He tries again, putting a little more power into his quirk, but ends up making a flurry poof-explosion of daisies coat his right side.

I can't take my eyes off him as time slows. The perfect white flowers pepper up his bare arm and uniform short-sleeve, some of them softly flutters down to the ground. But what really captivates me is the way one of them nestles itself in his white bangs near his grey eye. The purity of his shock and the white flower petals frames his face in the most innocent way that makes me catch my breath. Somehow, the pretty flower boy of our class looks magically more pretty in this moment.

Midoriya follows my gaze, turning around in his chair in confusion. His green eyes light up at the sight. "Oh wow, daisies!"

Everyone in the room simultaneously turns towards Todoroki, who's staring at his outstretched palm in astonishment.

"Oh my gosh, Todoroki-san!"

"They're so pretty!"

"How did you do that?"

The girls are having a field day, surrounding him in awe of this quirk he's somehow developed and gushing. The boy, not used to holding this much attention, blushes and brushes the daisies off his arm. "I'm not sure what's going on with my quirk today, I just had training and it was working."

"I think this one's way cuter!" Hagakure squeals, her shirt sleeves folding inward in excitement.

"I kind of wish you would keep it." Uraraka's eyes shine, picking off a daisy from his shoulder and admiring it. Tsuyu nods from next to her, sharing the same sentiment.

I kind of agree, I think, dazed from the scene still in my mind. My eyes stay glued to the flower still perched in his fringe. I hope it stays there for the rest of the day. Please no one take it out.

"Why is Todoroki so lucky?" Kaminari silently weeps with Sero and Mineta in the corner. "He always gets all the attention, it's not fair."

Even once we're in the classroom, Uraraka, Tsu, and Mina wouldn't leave his side, crowding around his desk. The brunette asked Todoroki to materialize a bunch more flowers in his hand and started meticulously placing them in a halo around his hair, making a disconnected flower crown for the quiet boy. He's not even bothered by them doing it, letting them carry on their business.

Ah, he really looks like the gentle prince he is. I can't stop admiring him from the distance. These girls really know what they're doing, it's illegal to make him more attractive like that. My stomach flips when he glances up, meeting my eyes for a moment and I quickly look away, facing forward.

"Can you extras sit down already?! It's not that big of a deal!" Bakugou growls out, leaning his legs on the desk as usual.

"Bakugou, please get your feet off the desk!" Iida immediately rushes over to reprimand the boy. "This is an academic institution! Your respect is needed-!"

"Shut up, engine legs!"

"What's going on here?" Aizawa finally arrives, standing upright without a fluorescent yellow beanbag wrapping his body. His dark-ringed eyes glance at the scene in the back of the classroom. "Todoroki? What's the meaning of this?"

"Apologies, Aizawa sensei, something went wrong with my quirk this morning. My ice seems to have been replaced by daisies." His holds out his hands full of petals and white flower heads. Uraraka takes another one out of his hand and breaks off the petals. Admittedly, the boy softens at the girls smiling and having fun with this new quirk development. The corners of his lips quirk upwards when Tsuyu sprinkles a few of them across his nose and cheeks. Uraraka and Mina squeal at the small touch, taking photos with their phones.

Our fatigued teacher deadpans. The poor guy got up too early and doesn't get paid enough to deal with the strange occurrences that happen to this class every week anymore. He can't do anything but sigh. "I'll see if there's anything I can do to fix it before training this afternoon. Take your seats, we'll start class."

Midoriya gets Uraraka's text message photo of Todoroki adorned with glorious flowers. I lean over his shoulder, admiring the way the colorless petals frame his face and contract his bright eyes and hair, his long eyelashes almost brushing the petals. "Psst, Midoriya? ...Can you send that picture to me?"

The boys seem to be fed up over the whole thing by lunch, and the girls were having fun sharing photos and tittering among themselves. I can't say I'm not secretly enjoying the photo Midoriya sent me earlier. Even as I wander the halls, returning from refilling my water bottle, I smile at my phone screen. I didn't think it was possible for him to get more handsome. I've never been so happy to be wrong.

"(Y/n)?"

I let out a small yelp, almost dropping my phone out of my hand as I hurriedly lock it. "T-Todoroki?"

The boy had brushed off the petals from his face and clothes, but kept the halo crown around his head. I try not to stare too dazedly at his beauty, but he smiles, "The girls did well, didn't they?"

Heat rushes to my face. "They did. I-It looks good on you. I'm surprised you didn't mind them doing it."

His fingers brush the edge of a few petals fondly, joy dancing in his eyes. "It made them happy, and I think it suits me."

My chest throbs once in awe. "It's a shame it's only temporary though."

"Ah, I guess so. But I think we made the best of it for now. It's a lovely memory for the class to remember. They said it looks princely."

"Yeah..." I breathe without thinking.

A blush spreads across Todoroki's cheeks. "Well, if I'm the flower prince, would you like to be my betrothed?"

My stomach turns as his hand behind his back reveals another crown of daisies woven together by their stems. Oh.

"I know it's a temporary quirk, but I wanted to master as much of it as I could." He fidgets, plucking a few stray petals off. "I managed to grow them with stems, and thought it would be a thoughtful gift...for someone as adoring as you." He materializes a full flower in his right hand, stem and head, before weaving it into a spot on the crown before outstretching it towards me and holding my gaze with his awed mismatched orbs. "Will you accept it as a token of my feelings?"

Warmth washes over me as my shaky fingers clasp together. This whole ordeal feels like a dream, especially with his own flowery crown making the whole thing seem like a surreal, one in a million movie scene. "Y-Yes." I don't trust my voice to say anything else.

Todoroki smiles wider in relief and gingerly places the crown on my head. "I guess this strange quirk has its perks. It's best for confessions." His eyes scan over me. "You look divine, just as I thought. It suits you. Allow me to take a picture of us."

He takes out his phone and leans closer to me, framing both of us in the shot. I resist the urge to squeal and cry. We look so cute as a couple, our matching halos the focal point of the entire thing. At the last second, he sneaks a kiss on my cheek, sending more flush to both of our cheeks. The painted rose on our faces makes the photo capture more of the essence of innocence. It's the perfect photo for a budding relationship of high school love.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #gender neutral reader #todoroki imagine #todoroki scenario #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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tickly-tufts · 4 years

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Different Yet Familiar

you know i thought this fic would turn out a bit spicier, and that the focus would be sokka wrecking zuko... but then i ended up getting sentimental and stretching the meaning of “tickled to tears”

behold the end result

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“How do they feel?” Sokka asked, eyeing the Fire Lord’s bound wrists.

“Soft,” Zuko replied, tugging his arms a few times. “...and sturdy,” he confirmed when the fabric ties didn’t give.

“Sounds good, and you remember the safeword?”

“Turtleducks?”

They both huffed in amusement.

“Yeah, okay, I guess we’re ready to go.” Sokka grinned as he climbed onto the bed.

The ambassador started with Zuko’s lips, kissing them softly and slowly. Zuko tasted lightly of spice, though Sokka couldn’t say what spice it was. While his eyes were shut, he felt Zuko lean forward, eagerly attempting to deepen the kiss. Though every part of him yearned to give in, he still found the willpower to drag himself away.

Sokka smirked when Zuko let out a whine, pecking him on the cheek to make him stop pouting. “We’ll come back to that later. Just be patient.”

Reluctantly, Zuko obeyed.

Drifting lower, Sokka moved to his neck, planting down another kiss before sucking on the skin. He smiled when Zuko made a noise of approval, then shifted his attention towards his throat. Sokka lingered there a bit longer, content to simply nuzzle against him. He halted, however, when Zuko giggled, the sound coming out surprisingly shrill.

“Not quite the reaction I was going for.” Sokka lifted his head, confused but endeared. “Did you just think of something funny?”

“Your goatee was... rubbing on me...” Zuko struggled not to blush.

“Oh.” Sokka paused. “Oh,” he repeated. He stared as if seeing Zuko for the first time. “I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish. It really has been way too long...”

He recalled teasing Zuko relentlessly when they were teens, taking ample advantage of the prince’s ticklishness. He’d discovered it during their time at the Western Air Temple. The memories felt ancient, yet no less vibrant. It had been quite a shock at the time, to learn the fearsome firebender had such a silly weakness, but that made it all the more entertaining when Sokka won half their sword matches by tickling him into submission.

They’d spent so many days together back then, before the end of the war brought with it new responsibilities. Sokka couldn’t help but mourn the following years of distance, though he supposed everything still worked out in the end. Now taking in the sight of Zuko beneath him, Sokka couldn’t help but marvel at how far they’d come. However, it wasn’t until Zuko spoke up that Sokka realized the opportunity he’d stumbled upon.

“Sokka, look, I know what you’re thinking,” Zuko rushed to dissuade him. Little did he know that he was digging his own grave, leading Sokka straight to the root of his worry.

“What am I thinking?” Sokka raised an eyebrow, taking great pleasure in watching Zuko stammer. It never ceased to amaze him how Zuko delivered grand speeches, yet still fumbled so easily in casual conversation. “Actually, scratch that. I’ll just tell you. I was remembering how cute you were whenever I used to tickle you.” The corner of Sokka’s mouth curled upwards. “Are you still as ticklish as you were back then?”

“Don’t you dare,” Zuko threatened, though he was about as intimidating as a baby dragon. “Weren’t you the one who said you had plans? Tonight’s about-”

“-trying something different.” Sokka grinned when Zuko faltered. “Sorry, sweetheart, but this is happening.” The firebender shivered at the endearment. “Now then... where should we start?”

Sokka soon returned to Zuko’s neck, nuzzling the area with playful intent. Zuko immediately resumed giggling, tickled by the brush of his facial hair.

“You know, I wasn’t sure the goatee look was for me, but I think this proves that it was a good choice. What do you think?” Sokka questioned. “Do you like it?”

“Y-You’re the wohohorst...”

“Aww, c’mon, that’s not an answer.” Sokka put on an exaggerated frown. “But I guess you can’t really see it from this angle. Why don’t I sit back and try something else?”

Sokka proceeded to do just that, straightening up to survey his options. He was pleased to note Zuko already looked flustered, cheeks dusted a flattering shade of pink. His gaze lingered on Zuko’s bound wrists, gradually trailing downwards from there. His eyes lit up when they reached Zuko’s underarms.

“Remind me... were you ticklish here?”

Zuko flinched when Sokka’s hands came to rest against his hollows. For a moment, they were still, until Sokka started scratching. Though he knew it was futile, he still tried to resist the feeling, actually doing a decent job until Sokka caught on.

“Does the Fire Lord think he’s too dignified for laughter? As your ambassador, I respectfully disagree.” Sokka tickled harder, making Zuko strain his arms. "C'mon, laugh for me. You know you want to."

“Mhmhmph! Nuhugh! Grrgh!” Zuko tried desperately to muffle himself. Unfortunately for him, this only spurred Sokka on, and things soon took a turn for the worse.

"If you're going to be stubborn, then I guess you leave me with no choice..." Sokka promptly burrowed his fingers into Zuko’s defenseless ribcage.

“AhahaHAHAHACK!” Zuko broke. “NOHOHO! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Laughter poured out of him like an unstoppable flood as he thrashed helplessly against the bed.

“Sounds like this is still a sweet spot,” Sokka observed with satisfaction. Digging into the soft spaces between Zuko’s ribs, he curled his fingers, eliciting a squeal. “Man, do you remember the first time I did this? You screamed so loud, Toph thought I was hurting you. You turned so red when I had to explain that you were just really ticklish.”

“Sokkahaha!” Zuko protested, humiliated by the memory and overwhelmed by the tickling. Sokka had eased up while reminiscing, but it was still enough to keep Zuko frantic. “Plehehease juhust-! Ahahanywhehehere ehehelse!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be nice. But just for the record, you brought this on yourself, and I am nowhere near done with you.”

Sokka massaged Zuko’s ribs for a few more seconds, then brushed his fingers down the firebender’s sides. He repeated the motion for a full minute, keeping Zuko twitchy but relaxed enough to breathe. However, as soon as Zuko recovered, Sokka didn't hesitate to pick up speed. Zuko yelped, feeling pinches at his hips, which then transitioned into squeezing at his belly.

“I always loved tickling your tummy,” Sokka mused as Zuko cackled. “Your abs made me pretty jealous... until I figured out how ticklish they were.” Sokka had been particularly smug after that little revelation. It had been so easy to poke Zuko in passing, often making him flounder mid-stretch. On top of being amusing, the way Zuko startled was genuinely adorable. Sometimes the gloomy royal just needed to laugh, and as the team jokester, Sokka aimed to provide.

Moving up Zuko’s stomach, Sokka inevitably encountered his lightning scar. Located just below his chest, it was far less obvious than the scar on his face. Even so, it stood out clearly against the pale expanse of his body. Carefully, cautiously, Sokka traced its edges, following its shape with his finger.

It wasn’t long before Zuko was trembling, unaccustomed to the sensation.

“Sohohokkaaaaa...” he whined weakly, attempting to squirm away. He burst into a renewed fit of giggles when Sokka rubbed the discolored skin.

“Sensitive?” Sokka asked, keeping his touch feather-light. Rather than responding, Zuko hid against his shoulder. “Hey, no fair keeping your smile from me! You can’t hog something that precious forever.”

Zuko’s mind scrambled to process the praise, so much so that he barely noticed Sokka shift. Despite the fact he’d literally held lightning, Zuko still wasn’t prepared for the sudden shock to his system.

“EEHEEHEEK!” he nearly shrieked as Sokka blew an aggressive raspberry. Sokka’s lips were flush against his scar, unleashing jolts of ticklishness that radiated out from the center. Reflexively, Zuko writhed, twisting this way and that in an effort to escape. However, he ultimately found no reprieve. Sokka had him right where he wanted him.

“Learned your lesson?” Sokka smirked, pulling back once he was satisfied. "Don’t you even think about hiding that face from me again.”

“Yohohour ridiculous!” Zuko wheezed, face flushed and eyes watering. He forced himself to speak in spite of any residual giggles. “Whahat’s even the pohohoint of this? Do yohou just like mahaking fun of me?”

“I like seeing you happy.” Sokka touched their noses together. “You smile and laugh more than you used to, but it still feels pretty rare. If tickling works as a shortcut, then why wouldn’t I indulge in it?” The tone of his voice was surprisingly sincere, even with the teasing edge. His expression held so much affection that Zuko almost stopped breathing.

“You... that doesn’t... I don’t...” Zuko murmured. His eyes had taken on a concerning shine. Sokka wavered, suddenly uncertain, sensing he’d uncovered something delicate.

Hoping to soothe him just a little, Sokka ran his fingers through Zuko’s hair, but when that only seemed to distress him further, the ambassador decided to change tactics.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Sokka cradled Zuko’s face in his hands. He gently brushed away Zuko’s tears with his thumbs, feeling the warmth of Zuko’s cheeks against his palms.

“You’re... so good to me,” Zuko mumbled.

“It’s what you deserve,” Sokka replied.

At that, Zuko looked positively stricken, and Sokka finally realized what the problem was.

“You do,” Sokka emphasized before Zuko could deny it, pressing a firm kiss to his forehead. “I will absolutely fight you on this, so don’t even try me.”

“Okay.”

After a long moment, Zuko seemed to calm down, and Sokka took that as his cue to continue.

“By the way, if you still wanna make out, it’s later, and you’ve been pretty patient.”

Zuko’s next laugh came out shaky, but it made Sokka beam all the same. When their lips eventually met a second time, Sokka could feel Zuko’s smile against his own.

#zuko #sokka #zukka #avatar the last airbender #tickling #a tickly fic

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priyas-tiddies · 4 years

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Love Island the Game — AJ’s Alphabet Headcanons

This n$fw alphabet has been done for alot of the guys so I just had to give it a shot with my fav girl! 🥵 Also, season 3 felt really PG compared to season 2 so I thought I’d change that a little.

A = Aftercare

AJ is super cuddly and loves to wrap her strong arms around while you cuddle. She usually gets super quiet after, just catching her breath and trying to find the right things to say in the moment.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

MC adores AJs toned stomach and loves running her hands across her abs. AJs is always her partners neck and has such a thing for hickies. Even when they’re just cuddling she loves to nuzzle her face in your collarbone.

D = Dirty secret

She use to regularly hook up with one of her teammates (ya know, the one that calls her magic hands) and nobody ever knew about it. That’s how she discovered how much she loves the thrill of sneaking around.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

AJ is decently experienced for being in her early 20s. When it comes to sex she’s been with all sorts of different people but has never had a real relationship. Because of this she knows what she’s doing but doesn’t really have much experience with being with one partner for a long time until she met MC in the villa.

F = Favorite position

AJ likes to pinned against the wall. There’s something about having a partner who probably isn’t even close to being physically stronger than her still being able to hold her still.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s definitely more goofy in the moment but it depends. She knows sex is suppose to be fun and tries not to take herself or her partner to seriously. If silly things happen they both know how to make the most of its what she love most about being with someone she loves.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She definitely gets regular bikini waxes to keep everything tidy but doesn’t normally go full brazillian.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

AJ does love to be stupidly romantic sometimes to the point it’s almost cheesy. While they can definitely be goofy she often finds herself getting really serious and sentimental late at night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

During hockey season when she has to travel for away games and was constantly busy she would have to find time for herself. But since dating you she’s way more into sexting over FaceTime and being able to listen to her girlfriends voice while she pleasures herself. Especially because AJ isn’t very good a dirty talk but MC sure as hell is.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

AJ loves shower sex. She takes long hot showers anyway to help soothe her muscles after a workout and loves when her girlfriend can join her. MC was more hesitant about it because water is not a very good lubricant but they quickly discovered that just because you start in the shower doesn’t mean that’s wear you have to finish.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

AJ really gets going after a long workout with her partner. Watching you stretch and then really break a sweat leaves her mind racing with the possibilities.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

AJ has no interest in degrading or humiliation things. She just doesn’t find the appeal of being mean, in any context especially sex.

O = Oral

AJ loves both receiving and giving but her and MC both have different positions they prefer to be in. AJ loves to be standing and pinned against the wall while she recieves, she likes the feeling of bottling up her energy until she bursts, by being in the more submissive position. With that AJ loves being able to give while her partner sits on top of her face, and trust me MC loves the power of that position.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

They can get intense but they aren’t super rough with each other. AJ actually likes to be fairly gentle. She does sometimes gets too excited but the most it’s ever escalated to is hairpulling.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Being in the Villa AJ and MC mastered the art of quickies. They often jump each other in the morning before either has to leave for work/practice. MC loves leaving AJ waiting for more during this quick sessions though and AJ ends up being distracted all day.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

AJ is pretty willing to try anything as long as her partner is. While she likes learning new things about herself, shes always super eager when she finds something new that she thinks her girlfriend will like.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

AJ definitely has so much energy that she can go round after round on the right night but she’s more into spreading rounds of sex out throughout the day when possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

AJ and MC started exploring toys a little once they left the villa but they’re not really a necessity. AJ does take a toy with her when she travels to help get her through the time away from her partner. She also never used a strap with a girl before and her and MC toys giggled their way through buying their first together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

AJ isn’t nearly as much of a tease as MC is. AJ likes to jump right in and her girlfriends teasing can absolutely destroy her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

We learned in the villa that AJ can accidentally be really loud, she just doesn’t realize how much she moans. But as soon as her and MC are completely alone she has no shame in being as loud as she wants. While on the reunion cruise she had an awkward breakfast conversation with Tai and Cierian who’s room was right next to theirs the night her and MC got back together.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

AJ is obviously super fit from being an athlete. She’s fairly tall and slim and has super toned abs and arms. He butt isn’t to bad either 😏

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

AJ has a really high sex drive when she’s training. It’s always what helps her unwind after working hard. The girl has so much energy you would think training would wear her out but really it just gets her more riled up for when she sees you at the end of the day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Because of all that energy AJ is actually pretty quick to crash and falls asleep almost immediately. Her girlfriend teases her for this.

#feel free to reblog #litg #love island the game #litg aj #headcanons litg #litg season 3 #love island the game aj #mc x aj

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nomazee · 4 years

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Thinking Things Up And Not Thinking It Through

iwaizumi hajime x reader, oikawa tooru & reader friendship

word count: 2300+

content: oblivious & ooc iwaizumi, pining reader, light swearing, (title is a reference to listerine by dayglow)

(i was thinking ab the first iwazumi/oikawa fic i posted (and the first fic i posted....EVER) and almost cried thinking about it cause its SO BAD and i felt like i needed to atone for my sins so here it is!!

i wrote this in one day, pretty quickly, and it’s unedited & might not make sense in some parts. regardless, i hope it’s concise enough and that you all enjoy it !!

thank you for the continued support on my work. it really makes me happy to see that people enjoy the things i write. i hope i continue to make you guys happy with my stuff!!

also, as always, here’s a reminder that my requests are open!! feel free to send one in after reading my rules :)

happy reading!!)

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You and Oikawa were friends. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were friends. You and Iwaizumi, however, were not friends.

It’s not like you two were sworn enemies. You got along quite well, actually. But you just… weren’t close enough to consider yourselves friends.

It was really a shame. You were sure you were practically in love with the guy.

Oikawa knew about this--him and his annoying, prying self figured it out after digging it out of you during a sleepover. He laughed hysterically when he found out and developed the habit of throwing teasing remarks your way whenever Iwaizumi was in both of your presences.

“How do you manage to like someone who barely talks to you?!” He screeched into your ear that night through bouts of laughter.

You huffed and slapped his shoulder with as much strength as you could gather in your embarrassed state. “Shut up! Half your fangirls have never had a proper conversation with you yet they’re still in love with you.”

“Yeah, but that’s me. You’re talking about Iwaizu--”

“Can you shut up?!”

It was just your luck that Iwaizumi seemed to shut down any advances you made towards him. Not really “shut down,” though--if he outright told you he wasn’t interested then you wouldn’t force that on him. It was more like he was completely oblivious to any moves you made to approach him. It was funny. And disappointing. And hysterical, to Oikawa.

You knew how well Iwaizumi interacted with his teammates, and from your rare moments of sentiment with Oikawa you learned that Iwaizumi was no stranger to adjusting to the needs of his teammates and friends.

Good to know that you were in neither of those categories.

You put yourself out there for him more than you normally would, greeting him every morning, starting conversations, even going as far to invite him to outings in an attempt to just get to know the guy, for fuck’s sake.

“There’s this really nice diner a few blocks down from my house. It’s family-owned and the food there’s really good. Do you maybe want to go there someday?”

Iwaizumi blinked, looking up from his lunch tray. Oikawa had left one point to “go to the bathroom” (you’d told him of your plan to ask the ace out, and he was supportive enough to give you a window of time to do that without you friend’s presence making you nervous), leaving both of you alone as you grasped at loose threads to try and start a conversation.

“With Oikawa?”

“...with me.”

“....and Oikawa?”

Oh. Cool. So he just wasn’t comfortable with you in the slightest. Good to know.

“Yeah. Sure.”

You had to sit through the humiliation of explaining to Oikawa that it absolutely did not go as planned. He treated you to dango after laughing hysterically.

You didn’t want to stoop as low as asking Oikawa to interrogate Iwaizumi about his opinion on before, but you were really starting to consider it.

You figured maybe a gift would be easier than that. This revelation led to you sobbing in your kitchen while on facetime with Tooru as you tried to figure out why the dough for your melonpan had the consistency of thick oatmeal and glopped along your kitchen counter whenever you tried to pick it up. (Yet again, the brunette setter went out of his way to buy another small gift of condolence the next morning after being absolutely no help to you the night before.)

You eventually managed to turn out a few decent looking (and decent tasting) buns, packaging them neatly in paper bags to give to Iwaizumi the next morning.

Iwaizumi blinked at you, then at the bag you forced into his hands without a word. “...what is this?”

“Melonpan.”

“...oh. Thank… you?”

He didn’t even look into the bag. Didn’t say anything else after that. You stood in your place, expectant for some other response but knowing that, realistically, you wouldn’t be getting one.

“I hope you like it.” And with that, you spun on your heel, stumbled, and walked away with an awkward awareness of how you were stepping.

During lunch, Oikawa and you sat separate from his friend, making up some excuse that you two had to review something from class and sneaking away to discuss your next step. Tooru was enthusiastic about this whole thing. You were not.

“He ate the melonpan, you know,” your friend remarked, taking a sip of canned juice before continuing. “I caught him before I went to class. He seemed to like it.”

“Oh. Good to know it didn’t taste like shit.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t give him food poisoning.”

“Will you--!” Oikawa burst into peals of laughter, body bending at the waist in a show of just how amusing this was to him. You huffed.

“This is, like, the dumbest thing ever. I’ve done so many things--”

“Like, two things--”

“--to try and drop a hint, any hint, and he just acts like an oblivious dumbass and ignores everything I throw his way. It’s stupid! He doesn’t even talk to me! How does he put up with you all the time yet when it comes to me he can’t even look me in the eyes?!”

Oikawa’s laughter quelled as he listened to you ramble momentarily. When you fell silent, he looked up at you and gasped at the sight of your eyes brimming with tears.

“Hey, [Y/N]--”

“No! It’s fine! I’m sorry, I’m just dumb and emotional and I’m not actually that upset,” that was doubtful, “but maybe I’m just… not a fun person? Not as fun as I thought I was. Not fun enough for a guy like Iwaizumi to be around.”

Tooru was silent. He was no stranger to your comedy-induced mood swings but this seemed to be serious. This whole Iwaizumi thing was making you doubt your ability to make friends and it made the brunette’s heart hurt to see you in this state.

“Hey,” he approached, tone uncharacteristically gentle, “you got me to be your friend. And that’s saying a lot. People like me, sure, but I don’t like a lot of people as much as I like you.”

Your breaths slowed down. Oikawa snapped back into character.

“As a friend, obviously. I don’t think I could handle the emotional experience of having to date you.”

“Asshole!”

“Love you!”

You both laughed in the comfortable quiet before Oikawa spoke up again.

“I don't think it’s that he doesn’t like you. Maybe he’s scared of you.” You furrowed your eyebrows incredulously.

“How can I be scary to anyone?”

“Well… scared in the sense that, he’s never really had girls approach him.”

That was a shocker. Iwaizumi was a looker--a fact no one could deny. And while, yeah, maybe he’s tough-guy disposition made him a little unapproachable, you were still surprised that it wasn’t at least a little common for girls to approach him.

“Has he ever, like… said anything about me?”

Oikawa thought for a bit, chewing on a piece of milk bread he’d torn off. “No, not really. When I mention stuff about you, he listens but doesn’t really comment. He gets kind of quiet, really.”

You hummed. Maybe Oikawa was right about that scared-of-girls thing. You were prepared to go through another set of trials to get this boy to warm up to you at least a little bit.

A week later, Tooru got sick. You lectured him over the phone about how irresponsible he was with his health before simmering into a soft demeanor and promising to make him soup when you got home. (“Aww, so sweet of you, [Y/N]! It almost feels like I’m your boyfriend, not Iwaizumi.” You screamed at him for that one and threatened to take soup privileges away.)

At the end of the day (which dragged on longer than usual due to your friend’s lack of presence), you stood under the awning, watching the downpour from beyond the protection the roof gave you. You never picked up the habit of checking the weather forecast, which proved to be your downfall many times. This being one of them.

You sighed. You couldn’t wait out the rain. It looked like it would probably go on for a while, and you needed to get home to make food for Tooru and finish your homework. Sighing again, you prepared yourself (emotionally more than physically) to run through the rain like a madman.

Footsteps sounded from behind you. Instinctively, you looked for the source, surprised to see Iwaizumi blinking owlishly at your lone form.

You looked at his hand. He was holding an umbrella.

You repressed a smile. Maybe today was actually your lucky day--you’d ask Iwaizumi to walk you home, letting you stay dry while also getting closer to the boy, for once.

“Hey.” You greeted him. He gave a small smile and nodded back, walking up to be level with you.

You both stood in silence for a bit, watching cars pass through wet asphalt and kick up puddles.

You turned to him, mouth parting open to ask if he wanted to walk home together--

“Have a good day, [L/N].” With that, he walked out from under the awning and made his way home.

Your mouth remained agape, looking at his retreating form with a mix of emotions--frustration, embarrassment, confusion.

Minutes passed. With a sigh, you realized you didn’t have much of a choice. You took your blazer off, holding it above your head, and ran into the street.

You got home. Made soup and suppressed shivers from the remaining cold of rain sticking to your skin. Walked to Tooru’s house (with an umbrella this time), relayed what happened to him, and tolerated his hoarse giggles once again.

Tooru got better quite quickly, and you were lucky enough to not get sick despite sprinting through the rain and spending your evening in the presence of a sick person.

You felt a sense of deja vu during lunch when Oikawa stood up and excused himself to the bathroom, sending a wink in your direction that made you flush in embarrassment and panic. You certainly hadn’t discussed any future plans with him. Why was he leaving you alone like this?!

Iwaizumi folded hands on top of the lunch table, playing with his fingers absentmindedly as a way to occupy himself. His lunch had been finished a while ago, leaving him with only his hands to fiddle with as he pointedly avoided your gaze and the prospect of interacting with you. You frowned a bit at the action.

“So…” You were surprised to hear him speak first, but perked up immediately to listen to him. “You and Oikawa…?”

He didn’t elaborate any further. You stayed quiet, brows knitting together in confusion. Iwaizumi sighed.

“You guys are a thing.” You choked at how forward he was with his statement, coughing a few times to clear up the invisible ball in your throat. “It’s… that’s cool. You guys are cute. You go together well, and stuff.”

Oh my God. Oh my…? What?! He could not be this oblivious. He could not be this blind-- You were speechless at the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“What the fuck.” You hadn’t even noticed the words coming out of your mouth until you saw Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at you. “I-- Sorry-- Tooru and I… are not dating…?”

It was Iwaizumi’s turn to be confused, apparently. “What? But you guys are so close, and… you’re always around each other, and stuff. And he talks about you sometimes. So I figured, y’know--”

“Absolutely not.” Your words were choked out between dry laughs, eyes darting left and right as you tried to gain a sense of reality again. “I would never in my life date that boy. Never. No. And don’t you think if he had a girlfriend, he’d tell you? Right off the bat? He’s no stranger to inflating his ego by bragging. How the hell did you even draw that conclusion?!”

“Well, it’s not my fault! You two are always hanging off each other, who wouldn’t assume there was something going on between you two?!”

“Who would?!”

“Me, apparently! Which was stupid, ‘cause for the last six months I’ve been trying to avoid you because I thought you were off-limits and I didn’t want to get my ass beat by Oikawa--”

“Off-limits?”

“Well, yeah! Like, for dating.” The both of you quieted down, the silence of your table a great contrast to the petty scuffle you’d just been having. Neither of you dared to look at each other. Neither of you dared to speak.

Oikawa came back after a few minutes, noticing the tension in the air and becoming too nervous to say anything. When he asked you about it as you left the cafeteria, you muttered harshly under your breath, “Just so you know, I would never in my life date you. Ever.”

He only laughed, concern still evident in his features but simmering down the slightest bit after realizing you were well enough to joke around.

Before you could enter through the doorway of your classroom with Tooru, a hand grabbed your forearm harshly, shoving you off balance at the unexpected force.

You turned around to view your captor, freezing at the sight of Iwaizumi Hajime, in all his glory, panting as if he’d just chased after you. (Which he probably did, let’s be honest.)

“Um,” his seemingly confident demeanor collapsed in your presence and his eyes left yours to find interest in the floor. “Friday. Let’s go to that diner, the one near your house that you wanted to go to. At noon, if that’s okay with you.”

You paused. He remembered the diner. A smile slowly found its way onto your face and you laughed a little bit. Iwaizumi’s eyes flicked back up at yours, trying to get a read on your reaction before you could properly give a response.

“Yeah. That sounds good. And no Oikawa.”

“God, no Oikawa.”

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yetanotherfilmkid · 4 years

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TV Shows I’ve Binged During Iso & Brief Thoughts on Them

I noticed lately that I have been watching far more series than movies so I thought I’d share a few thoughts on what I’m watching at the moment.

High Fidelity - I loved this show so much that I watched it twice (once by myself and the second time with my friend, Ethan). Definitely the standout feature of the show is the soundtrack, it sent me on a 4 week Bowie-Bender both times, and Rob’s outfits (much time was spent with Ethan discussing her killer style). I definitely recommend this if you’re a music lover.

Fleabag - Fleabag is competing to be my favourite show of all time. Even though I personally believe that season 2 was (eeeeever so slightly) better, the whole show is funny and brash and sad and relatable and I want to just loop it in my brain forever. High Fidelity and Fleabag are cut from the same cloth in subject/format but I think Fleabag does a more intimate job of it. This is easily one of the most satisfying shows ever, the character development is beautiful and doesn’t feel forced. Also, fourth-wall-breakers, take notes. Phoebe Waller-Bridge is just an amazing writer and actress, holy hell.

The Good Place - I accidentally binge-re-watched all 4 seasons in 6 days (oops). I don’t even know where to begin on how much I love this damn show. It just keeps getting better as you go along, even though the first season is phenomenal, the rest just ...improves?? It’s genuinely hilarious (“I love you too, egg” has had me cackling at 3 am like a madwoman more than once) and the discussion on ethics and humanity is just *chef’s kiss*. It’s not often that you see a show with decent and insightful commentary on morals, politics, humanity and the good and evil binary; multiple POC in leading roles; genuinely good humour and aesthetics and set design that deserve love. Everyone should watch this show.

Community - This was another re-watch for me (Ethan recommended it to me a couple of years ago) but it has always held a special place in my heart. Much like The Good Place, the heart of the show runs through the idea that humans, together, are better and will make each other better people. I could continue to be sentimental about the characters but that wouldn’t give me enough time to gush about the several other beauties of the show for example, homages to classic movies, Donald Glover, the many 3%er jokes, paintball episodes, Troy and Abed doing literally anything, the absolute absurdity of the show, the list is infinitely long and it’s only a matter of time before I accidentally summarise each individual episode. #SixSeasonsAndAMovie bitches ✌

Love - Ethan and I watched this together and it was pretty fantastic. We both agreed that Gus and Mickey were kinda overrated as a couple and as human beings but even so it was a fun and wholesome watch. We spent multiple hours bitching about all the characters, especially Gus and Mickey, and occasionally the writers. This is the kind of show you watch because you’re super invested in the side characters and have a reluctant soft spot for the main characters, but as a whole is entirely lovable. (Bertie deserves better).

Midnight Gospel - Midnight Gospel is an absolute trip to watch. Animating a podcast was a really cool idea but how can we possibly make it cooler?? By animating groovy space creatures in psychedelic palettes of course! The whole show is sensory overload in the best way possible and I want to re-watch it asap because there is so much to absorb in such a short amount of time. Even though the early episodes are totally awesome, the last few episodes are my favourites by far as they feel more personal and not gonna lie, I cried in the last episode. I really hope it comes back for more seasons because it was a really strong start.

Normal People - I read the book and then counted the days til the series came out. I’m not joking. I loved this adaptation a lot. It paid a lot of respect to the book but managed to divert comfortably into its own medium too. I was super worried they’d turn it into a flowery teen romance series and I’m infinitely grateful they didn’t. Ethan thought that the series was actually an improvement on the book whereas I love them both equally. The two highlights for me were the cinematography, the shots were so damn pretty, and the pacing of the script, it left a lot open for the audience to sit with and think about before moving on. It’s probably one of my favourite adaptations of a book ever.

Unorthodox - Ethan and I watched this most recently and this is another one everyone needs to see. I’d like to start this by saying I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Hasidic community portrayed in any media before which was really interesting, I feel like majority of devout followers in media are Christian so this was an interesting learning point for me. Unorthodox was really beautifully made and, most importantly, it was made by people who genuinely care about the story. The absolute standout was the amount of raw emotion packed into it all. The characters don’t even need dialogue for us to feel what they’re feeling. Shira Haas did a phenomenal job portraying Esty. I think it’s also important to remember that it’s not an indictment of religion, but rather, an exploration of Esty’s personal relationship with God and herself. Just thinking about this show makes me want to talk about it for hours

One Day at a Time - I watched this one with my sister @juicebox-baby and holy crap it is extremely wholesome. It’s your classic family sitcom but it’s also super heartfelt and inclusive. Full disclosure, I cried like an absolute baby on like 5 or 6 separate occasions. At times, the writing feels like it’s trying to cram too much in and as a result, the arcs can feel a little bit rigid but that’s fairly easy to look past in favour of the really sweet family feel. Also I have to take a second to say that Abuelita is a gift to humanity.

Killing Eve - Phoebe Waller-Bridge is back. Can Jodie Comer and Sandra Oh please get all of the awards for having stupid amounts of talent? Not to quote the ads but they really do have killer chemistry and it’s a little offensive how amazing they are. I don’t normally go for murder/espionage shows but there was something about this one that had me completely hooked. Even my mum (who falls asleep during every. single. show.) managed to stay awake almost the whole time and was nagging me to watch the next episode with her.

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ubemango · 4 years

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sunlit affair (m)

note: I don’t want to wait for Hobi’s bday to repost this hehe so early bday sex for the nice Aquarius man w a beautiful nose and sick dance moves!!!!! 🥰

PAIRING. hoseok/reader GENRE. romance, domestic au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.6k WARNINGS. riding, creampie SUMMARY. Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok.

Your alarm is set to go off at 9:05 AM.

The ringer is low because Hoseok stumbled into bed with a fatigue that told you he didn’t want to be bothered unless it was the inevitable stream of sunlight that always somehow snuck onto your pillows. It’s an uncanny awakening—you wake up at 8:59, and to the premature strike of light right in your eyes like a premonition, though you always knew what today was.

He’s snoring. Project had gone well, boss is happy. The only words he’d gotten to you other than his good night, please don’t wake me up at midnight I’m so tired. Then he’d knocked out, but you didn’t mind. He deserved it.

Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok. Not that he looks any older than he has, but the gentle maturing of his face comes in the form of the deepens wrinkles in his eyes, the lines in his forehead. Permanent grooves that only mean he’s getting happier and it makes you happier, too.

The urge to kiss his cheek is strong. You shimmy out of bed as quietly as possible before you give into it: breakfast won’t make itself, and he’ll be awake soon enough.

You opt for scrambled eggs because oil would be too loud. The coffee brews as you arrange the plate in what you hope is an appetizing meal with the sausages Hoseok likes from the co-op, and little slices of strawberries in another bowl—organic, courtesy of his mother dropping by the other day in complaint of your fridge’s lack of hope for anything healthy other than the occasional splurge on asparagus. We’ve been more broke is an odd thing to contend with, but Hoseok has seen how sad you’ve gotten from all your loose corn and tuna meals for god knows how long.

(You take extra care in stirring the sugar in his coffee because now you’re sentimental over the goddamn food in your fridge.)

Hoseok is as new to the world as a baby out the womb, eyes blinking too much because he woke up on the wrong side of the pillow. The sun fighting the sun itself. He smiles when he sees you.

“Happy birthday to you…”

And you sing for him, tray of goodies in your hands as you waddle closer and he sits up to help you place it on his lap. He accepts it with a pout of his lips and a press to yours.

“Happy birthday Hobi,” you say when you break apart, and Hoseok twitches before he remembers there are fragilities on his thighs. He settles with a whine that asks for one more kiss. You give it to him. “I love you.”

“Thank you baby,” he says. He cocks his head in gesture for you to sit next to him. He’s still warm from dreaming. “Smells good.”

“I worked hard. But you worked harder last night.”

“Ugh. Jimin was on my ass and IT had to fix some bug on the computer.” Hoseok jabs sadly at a sausage. “But it’s done. Let’s—not talk about work.”

“Okay. What’s it like being an old man?”

Hoseok grumbles through a mouthful of eggs. “My joints aren’t what they used to be.”

“Sad,” you say. “You’re falling apart.”’

“Hm. This is really good babe. And—no, for real? When I went to the gym the other night?” Hoseok stares at you with eyes that hold a thousand stories. “Could hear my bones cracking.”

“Ew.”

“Click clack.”

“Okay,” you snort. “You’re old. Now finish your coffee. More plans.”

You take the emptied plate when Hoseok tries to slurp on his mug. “Hot.” He makes a broken face.

“It’s coffee.”

He waves you off. Embarrassed but you’ll give it to him. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Mhm. Brush your teeth, I don’t wanna kiss your stinky coffee breath.”

The morning progresses as you wash the dishes. Hoseok finally sheds the grogginess of last night when you hear the faucet turn on from the washroom, and you take the time to contemplate your day. Dinner later is out of the question, a reservation under Yoongi’s name at whatever o’clock because he keeps forgetting to tell you the time. Maybe a quick movie? Because it’s been a while since you had time in with Hoseok. And the bed calls to you anyway. The last plate is put away with much more resolve than you had before.

You barely catch Hoseok coming out when you pin him to the wall with soap-softened hands. His face is damp, hair swept back with a careless hand. Mouth-watering because Hoseok was never not at his peak-handsome. Yours for the morning.

“Woah, mama.” You press a kiss to his neck. You feel his hands around your waist. “Plans, huh.”

“Yeah,” you say. Mouth preoccupied with the taste of him and it warms you from your core. “Can I take care of you?”

“Can I say no?”

“If you want to.”

“I don’t want to,” he says.

And you lead him back to bed; a false promise of rest but hopefully he’ll be blissed out soon enough. Hoseok looks awfully cocky with his satisfied grin, lying down with an ease that says he’ll be at your mercy time-willing. You crawl over his body and settle with the press of your thighs against his hips. His long fingers trace a path on your sides (a shiver he notices with a silent chuckle) when you bend down to push love into his mouth. Spearmint.

“I’ll ride you,” you decide then and there. Hoseok licks into you with more eagerness he seems to want to let on because his eyes are wide. He clicks his tongue.

“You spoil me.”

“Start your morning off right.”

“D-Damn straight,” he murmurs, breath lost when you trail your kisses down his sternum, over a wrinkly shirt he can’t be bothered to take off because he’s so relaxed, melting into the sheets like warm honey. You lift up the fabric to lick at his abs, and you feel him shiver. “Tickles.”

“Sorry.” Hoseok laughs. Then you slide his boxers down and envelope his hard dick with the soft suction of your heat.

“Fuuuuuck—”

You'd say something about him being too provocative but the dick in your mouth keeps you pliant. You don’t want to ruin the moment with any snark, though—and as much as you want to see him fall apart, the slow build-up of his pleasure is a drama on its own. You see the glow of pleasure in Hoseok as his hands rake through your hair, a silent command for your attention and you give it. You give it to him tenfold when your lips reach the base of his shaft.

“Ugh that--feels...” Your tongue presses against the underside of him and his head teeters. “Agh—!”

You swallow before you take a breath, hand pumping him slowly to keep the tip of his dick near your lips because you can’t get enough. Always. “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” he asserts. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

You huff out a laugh. “Don’t thank me yet, bubba. Need you wrapped around my finger.”

And you get back to it; a rough grab for his pleasure if it means you get to see Hoseok twitch under you like he’s here for your mouth only. The slick of your spit on his skin is a wet mess and the sound is even more dirty. A noise you could only appreciate behind closed doors. (Yours isn’t, but you’re wet anyway.)

Hoseok sighs with the pleasure of a catered man. “Fuck that’s—“ he rises onto his elbow with a pant— “I’ll cum soon.”

“Do you wanth to?” Garbled because you won’t let up.

“No—just—come up here.”

He kisses you when you do. His love is rough, the insistence on your lips nearly pushing you back but his hands hold your neck and you sigh, tongue twisting behind your teeth and your knees are caught as you take off your underwear but you can’t pull away. An attraction neither of you can deny when you pull apart to breathe but Hoseok chases you for more.

“Mmph—” he sucks on your top lip and you groan— “Hoseok—wait.”

“What?” He nips down your neck and settles on a spot that has your mind blanking. Suckling. Forgetting this is about him and he seems to be none the wiser.

“Nothing, I just. Let me breathe for a second.”

He settles his forehead against yours. “Have I taken your breath away, baby?”

“Eugh.”

“You like it.”

“I do,” you confirm. “But you’re gonna kill me.”

Hoseok pecks your nose. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“Says the wise guy who tried to chug on coffee and died.”

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” he whines. “Don’t make fun.”

“Lie down. And don’t cum until I say so.”

You take his shirt off. And you’re about to remove yours, but Hoseok is squinting and the open blinds are absolutely obliterating his eyes with the rising sun. You get up with a huff to pull them closed. Not without Hoseok calling out for you because now he’s cold, but at least he can sorta see now.

“Now we make love in the dark,” you say.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I hate it when we fuck and it’s bright.”

“So romantic,” Hoseok coos sarcastically. “Now take off your shirt.”

The air is still. No coffee brewing, no static of the TV when it’s on. The outside world is divided from your tryst by your chipped blinds and the flimsy mesh of the window—quiet, even when the occasional car slips into a sinkhole. Hoseok is under you, dark hair splayed along the softness of his pillow and he grins, hands grabbing yours as you settle comfortably on his lap. A scenario you couldn’t have conjured up any other way but somehow, in this simple abode, you’re flushed with this heavy feeling of love. Love for this man and your home and he’s probably so tired but he gives into you. All the time.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he says.

You laugh. “What am I thinking about?”

“I donno. But you look pensive.”

“Ooh.” You line his dick up with your core. Sinking down like you have the whole day to contemplate all the good ridges of his length. “I’ll tell you when I’m done fucking your brains out.”

Hoseok snorts. “You’ll nag me when your thighs start to hurt.”

“And what about it?”

“I like an honest partner,” he says.

“So you don’t think I can fuck your brains out.”

“Not without my help.”

“What’d I say before? Don’t cum until I say so.” You lift up a little, settling your bum on his thighs and Hoseok groans. You start like that: a rise of your knees, pussy squeezed and you know he feels it from the way his breath is stunted. You feel it all. And he looks good in this lighting, the barely-there glow of the light like no one’s meant to see him except you. You defile him in your presence alone, and Hoseok takes it.

He bucks up when you slam down hard. “Shit—ugh you feel so good.”

You might say something but you’re scared you’ll falter. You settle for a moan when the tip of his cock hits deeper, nails digging into the back of his hands and he squeezes back. Eyes rolling back when you grind into it, but now you can’t hold back. “Oh fuck.”

Your thighs don’t hurt yet, but you settle your hands back onto his thighs and swirl your hips the way you know he likes to see. And he erupts. “Fuck babe—you’re so hot. Oh—squeeze me—like that. Shiiiit.” Hoseok grabs your ass and you catch yourself on his chest, cuss on the tip of your tongue but he beats you with even more dirty words. “Fuck yourself with my dick.”

You gasp when he pushes into you again. “I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Rescinded. I just want you to cum.”

Well. That’s okay too. And you ride him in earnest, dragging your pussy up and down and the ache in your muscles is starting, but Hoseok’s panting under you and it’s all you can do not to stop. His eyes are on your tits, soft bounce for soft bounce—one hand snaking its way up from the grip on your butt to pinch a hard nipple and you squeak.

“Hoseok—”

“That good?”

“Yes—!”

His other thumb is on your clit. Feet moving up behind you and you feel his knees digging into your back every time you come down, and now he’s thrusting up into you too, like he wants you to lose it all over him. “Can you cum like this?”

“Fuck—yeah. Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me when.”

It’s soon. And you can’t say anything because nothing registers in your head other than the feeling of Hoseok fucking into you like he’s possessed, brows furrowed, concentration honed in on you and him and your sweat and love, so much love. It’s the way he knows how to hit it there—

“Oh my god.”

Closer. And your hands are on his shoulders because now you’re tired, and Hoseok takes it in stride when he grabs your hips to keep you where he wants. Unsteady and steady all at the same time when your body tries to keep up, bearing down when his hips cant up, but the grind to your clit is too much. You know he feels it.

“There?”

“Mhm. Y-Yeah—!”

“Tell me when. Tell me when.” He’s desperate. You feel it too, the way his rhythm picks up and in your wont of clenching when you’re close he groans even more. “Fuck baby I can’t last—”

And you know it. You’re so wet the slide is of his cock is embarrassingly quick but it touches all your sweetest parts. The part in you that’s close is almost there—almost—

“There—oh Hoseok—I’m—cumwithmecumwithme—”

“Fuck babe—”

You collapse, Hoseok bringing his arms around you, breaths lost in your hair as he pumps himself through orgasm and you’re helpless—caught in the whirlwind of your own as you moan into his neck and it’s so hot, the sound of his cum fucked into you. Deep inside and you groan at how sticky you feel all over. Hoseok presses a kiss to your head.

“Congrats, you just fucked the shit out of me,” he says.

You laugh. “And my reward?”

“My semen.”

“Attractive.”

He pulls out. A mess you’ll clean up later because for now you seek refuge in Hoseok’s arms. “But now you’re not thinking so hard.”

“You’re right.” It’s light, the feeling. Like everything’s gonna be fine. A good orgasm does that to you, but now you’re sentimental all over again. “I think I’m ovulating.”

“Oh.”

“Besides the point. But I—don’t know. I just got really emotional.”

“Like you do.”

“Like I do,” you hiss because he always makes fun of you for being more feels-y than you like to let on. “I’m glad I get to do life with you, I guess.”

Hoseok stares at you. Gaze soft and unyielding, like he knows exactly what you’re going through. “You’ll make me cry.”

You scrunch your nose. “Do it, pussy.”

“I love you,” he says through a half-laugh. “So goddamn much.”

And Hoseok smothers you with a thousand kisses, and you feel his cum on your stomach as he rolls over you but you don’t resent him at all. Only if it means you’re getting his love. That’s all that matters this morning.

#bts smut #hoseok smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #ubemango fic #f: sunlit affair

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tsumtsum-into-omiomi · 3 years

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CHAPTER TWO: HISTORY 101

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"What if... I told you all that practitioners like us used to be able to roam the earth as we wished?" Atsumu starts, a smug look on his face as if he is about to reveal a huge secret. Osamu, who is sitting behind the class computer to control their slide show, rolls his eyes. He hates it when Atsumu presents because he tends to act overly dramatic.

"They're able to be found anywhere in Japan, and even though they're a minority, practitioners and non-practitioners lived in harmony together. They're accepted and even trusted to govern states alongside non-practitioners; taking on important roles as ministers and such. Sounds pretty sweet, right?"

Atsumu then pauses for a second to cue Osamu to move on to the next slide. The screen flickers, now projecting six pictures of professional looking men and women in suits with their names underneath, "these people are examples of distinguished figures who made sure our law and order were in place so that the peace between practitioners and non-practitioners was kept in check when they lived together. They drafted the constitution that we are still using to this day."

"This woman," Atsumu points to one of the pictures on his slide, "Ota Shiori, was the person who campaigned for the famous safety law to be sanctioned. It was designed to protect non-practitioners from unlawful usage of magic on them. She truly believed that, in no circumstances should they feel threatened by the power that they were not blessed with. And the practitioners were cautious about this matter. They made sure not to hurt anyone with their magic."

"However, circa 1850s, non-practitioners began a purging movement, fueled by a rising political party, called Chōwa, who wanted to be in power," Atsumu gestures to Osamu. He taps on the keyboard and the slide changes. There are pictures of protests and violent acts on the screen, assumed to be inflicted on practitioners. Low murmurs and soft gasps can be heard filling the lecture hall. There is tension in the air.

"To them," Atsumu continues, riding on the mood of the class and using a serious tone, "for as long as practitioners were living among non-practitioners, they would not be able to hold absolute administration because they thought we could topple them down with our magic anytime. That scared them a lot."

Osamu then stands up to continue where Atsumu left off, "the purge had forced magic practitioners to move and live in isolation, away from others, just to ensure their safety," but unlike Atsumu, his voice is indifferent. He has a mind map displayed and it shows a list of town names. "They began to find new lands to start fresh and due to their small numbers, the community was scattered all over the country. They built small towns where they could live amongst their own people and keep to themselves to stay out of trouble.”

Osamu points to the screen, “these are the magic towns established over the years that we know of, including ours; Taishi. It is the only town in Hyōgo which houses magic practitioners since the year 1957, a settlement where we can exercise spells freely and a place called home for us to live in peace. Fun fact; Tokyo is the only prefecture that has more than one magic town," Osamu appears dead panned, making it very hard for the audience to be convinced that it is, indeed, a fun fact.

He taps on the keyboard again. This time, the Hyōgo prefecture's map is presented beside a picture of three men in suits standing side by side.

"However, it is also important to note that there are people out there who do not share Chōwa's sentiment towards the magic community and are accepting of us," he informs, "our small town has its secret hold hidden by the cities of Tatsuno and Himeji. They envelop and give us the protection that we need from being exposed to the rest of the world. It's an agreement they made decades ago with us, even before the name Taishi came to exist, to repay the practitioners for helping them during the age of wars. These three men, Mori Daigo, Abe Genta and Ikeda Hide, were the leaders back then who came up with the peace treaty that is still in effect up until today."

"Here are some interesting facts on Taishi," Osamu skips to the following slide, "we have a population of around thirty thousand. Our school, Inarizaki, was founded by Abe Genta. The famous Kudo Street was named after Kudo Kazuki, the first practitioner who built our town. Kudo Street gains its popularity as a place to get magical supplies in the 70s..."

"Gosh, interesting facts?" you whisper to your friend beside you. The two of you are sitting at the far back of the hall, "his face doesn't reflect it at all. Appear a bit more enthusiastic, man."

Suna yawns, "as if he gives a shit."

"I'm hungry," you huff.

"If we hadn't joined this class for fun, we would already be eating right now," Suna side-eyes you.

"Hey, you also thought it's a fun idea to see the twins present!" you jeer back. "And in case you forgot, we can leave anytime. We're literally sitting beside the door."

"Nah, let's ask the presenters some mind-boggling questions while we're already here," Suna waves his hand lazily.

"See, isn't this a better way to spend our free period?" you smirk.

Suna grins back at you, "go do your work, Satan."

"Any questions?" Atsumu implores to the class. The two of you sit straight and draw your attention back to the front after realising that the presentation is over.

You see no hands raised. Nice, an impassive class; the perfect audience. You put your hand up, catching Atsumu's eyes. He points at you with a smile, "yes, at the back there?"

However, his smile vanishes instantly when you stand up, finally taking notice of you and Suna, who are intruding the class. He glares at you as a warning.

"I have some questions," you announce, ignoring the invisible daggers he's throwing at you, "aren't you two fifth year students? Why did you choose basic history to present on? Weren't there any other challenging topics that you could've tackled on?"

Atsumu seems like he's about to break the pen he's holding into half while Osamu scratches his temple with his middle finger, a quiet "fuck you" for you. You and Suna stifle some giggles at their reactions as you plop back into your seat.

The History teacher clears his throat, "answer the question, Miya. I was wondering the same thing too. I know I said you're free to choose what to present on, but isn't yours very... elementary? Even though this is an entry level History class, I expected more since you're seniors."

"Aw man," Suna chortles, "if they fail this class again... you're a part of the reason."

"Nah, Morita-sensei will let them pass this time," you respond, "I don't think he wants to see them again next year for the third time."

"Lol, imagine having to take an entry level History course three times in the span of six years at this school."

"Hm, maybe it's something only the twins can achieve."

"Look at him spewing bullshit," Suna snickers at Atsumu, who is trying to justify his and Osamu's presentation topic to his best ability.

"His expertise anyway," you scoff, not even paying attention to what Atsumu is saying.

Suna nods in agreement, “I feel bad but I’m really enjoying this.”

“They’re gonna be so pissed off,” you cackle.

"Any more questions?" Atsumu addresses the whole class.

"Oh shit, my turn," Suna raises a hand up.

"Don't let Morita-sensei see you or we'll get kicked out," you remind him in a low voice. Suna only stands up half of his height, hiding from Morita's view behind the rows of students sitting in front of him.

Once Atsumu catches his raised hand and makes eye contact with Suna, he mouthes a "fuck you" at him. Unfortunately, he doesn't really have a choice other than answering, "yes?"

"Do you know if the samurai practised magic?"

A snort escapes from you upon hearing Suna’s question. You then see a text come in from Osamu, who must’ve sent it from behind the computer while everyone was paying attention to Suna just now. It says "I'm gonna feed you two shit tomorrow". You almost lose it seeing how pressed Osamu is right now— it’s a rare sight. You reply with “sounds good 😋” to him and he sends a middle finger emoji back.

Ah, what better way to enjoy the trivial life as a student other than being a pain in your brothers’ asses?

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Thank you for reading till the end!! World building is my passion LMAO jk it's super hard I love creating it but writing it?? Phew... Anyway, this is just to give context of the AU they're in!! Hope it gave you a good idea!

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Heart to a Gunfight - Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

Warnings: A little fluff and a swear word

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I’m sorry if the sentences feel a little clunky this week, I’ve been playing around with them for the past 48h and this is the best I can get. Anyways, would love to know what you think! Hope you enjoy! <3

Heart to a Gunfight | 12

Bucky stared down at his phone, restless and a little nervous. But this time, it wasn’t because of the wedding he was about to attend, but the person he was going with.

Something had been off with YN. Ever since their night out at the bar last week, something had felt off between them. If they hadn’t spent so much time together this summer, Bucky would have said he was imagining it, but he’d gotten to know her well enough to realize when something was off.

He ran a hand though his hair, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He was making it more of a mess than it already was, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to do something with his hands to avoid texting her. Again. Slipping his phone into his pocket, he pulled at his tie, trying to loosen its strangling grip.

Although it hadn’t been obvious, he knew she’d been avoiding him, and it had to be because of something he’d done. Bucky had tried hard to keep his distance; to play it cool and not come on too strong. They had agreed on being ‘just friends’ and he’d stuck to that agreement. Or so he’d thought. He replayed that night over again in his mind but couldn’t think of anything he’d done that would give away that their agreement was slowly killing him. He thought he’d been doing pretty well, mentioning their friendship every once in a while, to cover up the fact that he was reminding himself to cool it whenever he felt himself getting carried away. He’d done fine all summer. What had changed that night?

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

His breath caught at the sound of her voice and he took in a steadying breath before turning around.

“Bet you drove like a crazy lunatic again,” His voice tapered off, a little breathless.

God, she was going to kill him looking like that. Bucky didn’t know if pretending to be in a relationship with her tonight was going to be the best thing that had happened to him all summer or if it was going to be the cruelest test of his self-control. Either way, like an idiot, he was all in.

She smirked, “I wouldn’t have been late if I had.”

He offered her his arm and smiled when she took it, as if the weirdness between the two of them hadn’t been there for the past week. Maybe he had been imagining it. Or maybe she’d been a little nervous about tonight.

“You ready?” He asked as they walked through the parking lot to the massive garden where the reception was being held.

“If I could do this when I thought you were a grumpy asshole then I think I can handle this now that we’re actually friends,” She must have seen something on his face, because she laughed, “Don’t look so offended, you thought I was a crazy lunatic.”

He pulled her a little closer because he could, smiling, “That I did. I wasn’t wrong.”

She bopped him with her hip, and he laughed, bopping her back.

“So, do we need a game plan or can we just wing it?”

“I think we can wing it,” He shrugged, “Add a few kisses here and there for the hell of it just to make it convincing.”

She stiffened and he silently cursed. Before last week, he might have had the impression that maybe she’d been interested in him too, but that obviously wasn’t the case if she couldn’t stand the idea of kissing him. Just went to show how hopeless he was.

He quickly added, “Or we can stick to our agreement from the engagement party?”

She pursed her lips, thinking. And not wanting to push her, he waited silently, wondering if he’d just made things weird all over again.

“You know what? Everyone’s always extra sentimental at weddings,” She grinned, “And I don’t do anything half ass.”

At the sight of her smile, Bucky let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But the relief didn’t last long when she said, “We do have to make it convincing. She is going to be here, right?”

It took him a second to realize who YN was talking about, the whole reason for this fake dating having slipped his mind ages ago. The last time he’d seen Kira, he’d been hit with the wave the pain he’d felt the day she’d left him at the altar. But at some point during the night, he’d realized that he’d been relieving the memory and not actually feeling anything for Kira at all. Whatever he’d felt for Kira were ghosts of emotions compared to what he felt now for the one person that been on his mind lately. And she stood in front of him without a clue in the world that he felt that way. Or maybe she did and that was the reason things had been weird between them.

“Bucky? Are you okay?” She whispered, eyes filling with worry.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ve got you, right?” He had a feeling she wasn’t convinced, so he added, “How can I not be when I’m here with such a good friend?”

To his relief, she smirked, “One of the perks of being friends with a crazy lunatic. No one else can get you out of sticky situations the way I can.”

“And there’s no one else I’d rather do it with, Speedy,” He winked, guiding her through the gilded gates leading into the garden.

Like the engagement party, fairy lights were strung up throughout the shrubbery and flower exhibits, creating a magical effect surrounding the massive tent where the dinner would be served. Soft music sounded from the band in the far corner, laughter and chatter bursting all around.

Unlike Peggy and Steve, they’d been able to avoid the long ceremony, not being considered ‘close friends or family’, and Bucky scanned the garden, looking for his friends who should have been there somewhere.

“Finally,” Steve clapped him on the back when they approached, “We were beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

He grinned, “And miss all the fun?”

Peggy and YN hugged, sharing a look when they pulled apart. He had no clue what it meant, but he figured it had to do with the reason he thought something was off. But they began chatting about the bride and the honeymoon destination as if nothing was wrong, which meant that he wouldn’t get any kind of explanation from that interaction.

Steve elbowed him, “Let’s go get drinks.”

“You want anything, Speedy?” Bucky turned to face them, “Peg?”

Peggy shot him a smile, “Two beers is good, thanks.”

They were halfway to the bar when Steve spoke up, “What’s with you and YN?”

“I don’t know,” He ran a hand through his hair, trying not to glance back at her.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Is she acting a little weird to you?” Bucky had to ask, wondering if he really was imagining everything.

After all, he’d only known her for a couple months. Peggy and Steve had known her for years.

Steve’s face flooded with anxiety, as if he wasn’t sure what he should say.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What do you know?”

“She told Peg the other night,” He ran a hand over his jaw, looking up to the sky. Bucky’s heart began to hammer, having no clue what to expect, good or bad. Steve sighed, “I think YN is nervous about tonight changing your friendship.”

Steve winced. Bucky had a feeling that Steve had said something he shouldn’t have, but Bucky was glad he now knew. At least now he could fix whatever it was between them. Why she hadn’t said anything to him though, he didn’t know. Bucky had thought they’d gotten close to share that kind of thing, but then again, she probably didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He was doing a terrible job at keeping his feelings hidden from her, and she didn’t want to offend him by making sure they stayed friends. He ran his hands through his hair. God, he was a mess for this woman. He needed to get it together.

Bucky realized Steve was staring at him and that he’d been silent for too long, “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Steve pursed his lips, looking like he’d just done something terrible, “I just hope everything works out between you two.”

Bucky wanted to ask Steve what he meant, but he was already gone, practically speed walking back to Peggy. Shrugging, he walked back to find YN, watching as Peg pulled Steve away, a furious look on her face.

YN wrung out her hands, eyes searching as she waited all alone. When her eyes met his, a smile bloomed on her face, giving him the courage to go talk to her.

“What’s up with them?” YN asked, taking the beer from his hand.

Bucky looked over at Steve and Peggy, who were now in a heated discussion, her hands waving around. Steve’s eyes widened and Peggy smacked him on the shoulder, shaking her head.

“I have no clue,” He said, though he had a feeling it had to do with what Steve had just told him, “Can I talk to you?”

A wary look crossed her face, “Sure.”

He led her to a more private corner of the garden - a small alcove surrounded by tall shrubs filled with some sort of white flowers. He tried to calm his heart rate. This was YN he was talking to. He had no reason to be nervous, no matter how much of an idiot he knew he was probably acting like.

Looking at her now, he had the feeling that maybe she was nervous too but dismissed the thought. She had no reason to be. All he needed to do was make it clear that nothing would change between them. They’d stay friends. He was okay with that. Or at least he would be.

“I wanted to make sure you were still good for tonight…”

“I told you I was,” She snapped, “I’m not going to back out now.”

“I know. That’s not what I was trying to say,” He huffed, trying to find the right words, “I just wanted to make sure you know that I know that this is all an act,” He winced, realizing that probably wasn’t too clear, “No matter what happens, we’re still friends right? I don’t want that to change and I don’t want you to be worried about that.”

“Friends,” She knocked back the rest of her beer, her lips spreading into a tight smile, “Yeah. Of course. We’re friends. We’ll make sure that doesn’t change. Thanks for checking in.”

“No problem” He took the bottle from her hands and threw it in a nearby trash can, “I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

She sucked in a long breath and rolled her shoulders back, “They won’t be. We got this, right?”

“Yeah, we do,” He forced a grin, hoping things would now go back to normal.

Her eyes narrowed, staring at something past him. He almost turned to see but stopped when her hands slid up his chest and interlaced behind his neck. He looked down at her in surprise, trying to figure out what had caused the sudden change.

“You know,” She murmured, inching closer, “I think the best idea is to start this whole thing back up with a kiss.”

Speechless, the only thing he could do was nod, his head dipping slowly, giving her the chance to reconsider. When she lifted onto her toes to close the distance, he drew back slightly, teasing, their breathing mingling until he couldn’t take it any longer.

Her lips were tentative and soft, the pressure ever so gentle. He followed her lead, letting her set the pace no matter how much he wanted to pull her closer, kissing and teasing her, taking his time as he explored her whole body from head to toe. A slight groan escaped his lips and he tried to banish the thoughts, knowing they weren’t doing him any good. But her fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her body up against his. If this was how he died, he wouldn’t be surprised - or disappointed.

She pulled away before he could do anything stupid, a little breathless and eyes bright. He figured he looked no different, only substantially less beautiful.

A sly grin pulled at the corner other mouth and she winked before titled her head to look behind him.

“Oh gosh, Kira, I didn’t see you there,” She giggled nervously, “You know how weddings are…Everything’s just so romantic. We just can’t help it.”

Bucky pressed his lips together trying to hold back a smirk. He’d never been happier to see Kira in his life. If she was what it took to get YN to kiss him, Kira could hang around the wedding as long as she wanted.

“Of course, I get it,” She sneered, “Hi, James. How are you?”

He turned to face her, but kept an arm wrapped around YN, “Fine. How are you, Kira?”

“So good. This wedding is really helping Brad and I plan our own wedding. He’s so great at all this, it’s going along so well,” She waved her hand toward Brad who was now chatting with Steve and Peggy.

He forced a smile, trying not to show how little he cared. She may have been the reason for that kiss, but she’d also interrupted it.

“Sounds fun.”

“Everything with Brad is,” Then her face got all serious, though he knew her well enough to know she was suppressing a smile, “Oh no! I’m so sorry for rubbing it in. I didn’t mean to be rude, but you understand right? Brad didn’t exactly feel comfortable with inviting you and well, the guest list is full now, you know?”

YN’s finger poked into his back, which he took as a cue to stay silent.

“We totally understand, Kira,” YN nodded solemnly, “Just one question though.”

Kira tilted her head, “Oh?”

“Did you remember to make room for the bride on your guest list this time? I heard that was a bit of a problem at your last one.”

Bucky choked, trying and failing to hold back his laughter. Kira looked like she’d been slapped, so surprised she couldn’t seem to paste on another one of her pleasant smiles.

“Good luck with the wedding, Kira,” Bucky said after he’d managed to wipe the smirk from his lips, “Say hi to Brad for us.”

He steered YN away from Kira, keeping her tucked in close.

When they were far enough away, she slipped out of his grasp, a wide grin on her lips, “I think if we keep doing that, we’ll be fine for the rest of the evening.”

“You don’t say,” He laughed, watching her search the crowd for Peggy, “I forgot how good you were at this whole thing.”

“You forgot how good we were at this thing,” She called over her shoulder when she’d found Peggy, “You’re now down a point, Soldier. Try not to fall behind.”

He shook his head, a smile refusing to leave his lips. He didn’t forget. There was no forgetting how good they were together.

As the evening went on, Bucky felt himself relax to the point that all his earlier anxiety was just a memory. More often than not, he had YN tucked into his side, and just knowing she was there made an otherwise boring wedding enjoyable. After that first kiss, they had fallen into a familiar rhythm; one he’d missed this past week. Though tonight had the added bonus that whenever he spotted Kira in the vicinity, he could use it as an excuse to kiss her. And what was even better was that YN would surprise him with a kiss from time to time too.

If he were being honest, he kind of felt like he was back in high school, getting all worked up over a kiss from a pretty girl. But she was a beautiful, funny and caring woman and there was nothing he could do about it.

“So, who’s winning this ridiculous competition of yours?” Peggy asked, taking a bite of wedding cake.

YN looked up at him with a knowing smirk, “Me. Looks like he came off the last win a little too cocky.”

He laughed, “For now. I’m not far behind.”

“Yeah right,” She narrowed her eyes, “I’ve got this in the bag, and you know it.”

“If it makes you feel better. Delude yourself all you want,” He winked.

“You guys bicker like an old married couple,” Peggy shot them a look he couldn’t decipher.

By the way YN tensed beside him, he figured she had, but she melted back into him just as quickly, “That’s only because we learned from the best.”

Steve placed a hand over his heart, “Low blow.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of YN’s head, “I’m going to get another drink, want anything?”

“Nope, I’m good,” She shook her head, the ghost of a smile still on her lips.

He looked around, Peggy and Steve shaking their heads.

“All right. Be back in a second.”

As he made his way to the bar, Bucky smiled. He’d been afraid that tonight would make things weird, but it actually had the opposite effect. Things had finally gotten back to normal, though he had to admit that he was feeling bittersweet about the whole thing. He’d finally gotten a real glimpse of what it would have been like if he’d had the courage to ask out YN that first time they’d gone out together, and he was going to lose it at the end of the night.

He forced himself not to think about the inevitable. They weren’t leaving for another hour, and it wasn’t like they were going to stop being friends any time soon.

He was on his way back when he was intercepted by Kira, “James. I was wondering if we could talk. In private?”

He was tempted to tell her no. Kira had kept her distance most of the night and Bucky preferred it that way. But he’d never gotten an explanation for why she’d walked out. She hadn’t even left a note. It was the only reason, that despite his better judgment, he nodded.

Following her, she led him toward the parking lot, where they had a semblance of privacy. She stood there, biting her lip as if waiting for him to speak first.

“Talk, Kira.”

He hadn’t meant to sound so blunt, but he wasn’t about to waste his evening with he last person he wanted to see when the first person he wanted to see was back at the table with his two best friends.

“Cutting to the chase, I see,” She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

He sighed, “What chase?”

“Don’t play coy, James. I saw the way you’ve been looking at me all night. I know you’ve been kissing that,” Her face soured, “That girlfriend of yours just to make me jealous.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Kira?” He demanded, searching for some sort of reasonable answer.

She stepped forward, causing him to back up with nowhere else to go but into the shrub. He put his hands on her shoulders to stop her from coming any closer. The smell of her perfumed engulfed him but the sweetness, which he used to find enticing, was nauseating. Bucky knew he had to leave.

“Kira, stop.”

“What?” She batted her lashes innocently and purred, “I was talking about you and me.”

Before he had time to react, her lips were on his, pressing fiercely. For a second his lips reacted on instinct and he hated that he did, pushing her away just as quickly.

“What the hell, Kira?” He snarled, “I have a girlfriend. And you have a fiancé, but obviously that’s never meant anything to you.”

Bucky shoved past her and his heart dropped. There was no mistaking the anger in YN’s retreating steps, and he knew she’d seen the whole thing. How the hell was he going to explain this?

Wait.

They weren’t actually dating. So that kiss shouldn’t have bothered her…unless… Bucky paused, not sure he wasn’t fooling himself. It was possible she was upset because it was simply a dick move but if there was a chance he was right and that wasn’t it, he would take it.

He whirled to face Kira again, the smug look on her a face a test of every inch of restraint he had.

“I will not let you fuck up my life again,” He spat, wondering how the hell he was going to keep YN in his life after something like this, “Stay away from me and my girlfriend.”

He tore after her, hoping he could somehow save this and convince her of the exact opposite of what he’d been doing from the moment they’d met.

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